Entry Poems - Poems about Entry

"My dear fairy, for whom do you wait, that time patina green your copper hair so it may match that door?” Though I knew, t’was you, dear friend, for upon your stoop she perched, Arms a-droop so queenly by folds of her skirt, Wings aloft as if they might drift off on a ray of sun Lo, the fairy turned...

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I've always had the sneaking suspicion I'd never grow old. I'm decaying prematurely, slowly rotting in my core with every mind-numbing day. "Why must every good thing get ruined?" Home is no longer where happy is. So why have you staked your claim on my psyche? Cold blue tile is the foundation from which two children build their world. I can discern...

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Beneath a Tree - Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670 upon the twelfth hour of Winter's gail, for a moment a glorious splashed painting appear.... as the sullin clouds run...run onward toward the east.. in a misty breath of distant dreams, I remember Basho an old friend of mine. Fugi lying silent....a summit to be reached A wind...

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Philosophy ... a preparation for death Groundwork of ascension — footnote of goodbye (Dreamsleep: September, 2024) ...

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I woke in a pool of befuddlement was I still alive? or was this death? my heart was rapidly revolving as if I had run the Boston marathon. I felt discombobulated since that loud gasp when my soul reentered my body hitting my chest full on re-entry is difficult for us astral travelers....

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In a nearby village, a man unfurled his manifesto of machinations. Shotgun blasts echoed the summit until he turned, cheeks flashing in the biting cold. A bouquet of flower petals, explosive roses frozen in time, sculpture at the snap of one’s fingers....

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Will I get anywhere in life? How can I find myself a job? Will I ever be noticed for anything good? Why don't I want to do what I love? Why can't I think more clearly? How can I be happy with myself? How do I find purpose? How do I find freedom in a world with so many rules? How can I...

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Listening to what the world is telling, what the bird chirps mean, and where the truth lies in the words of others Inspecting my thoughts and my actions through the day, did I succeed or did I fall short. I will only know when the sun sets Freedom. I am my own person,...

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Psalm 23: Modern Version Contest 1] The Lord is my Teacher; I yearn to know. 2] He taketh me to read in libraries serene: He leadeth me to instruction and knowledge. 3] He restores my faith: He takes me from blind valleys to mountains of sight, to find wisdom. 4] As I walk through the darkness of...

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We bought our Global Entry cards In pre-pandemic days, Believing they would ease our travel In some helpful ways. But Covid hit soon after So those cards were never used, Yet when our trips resumed Our pre-check status was refused. The US airlines never gave An explanation why, But we kept trying every time We purchased seats to fly. Today, though, on Air Canada, An agent...

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...while true feminists say that they are feminists because they care for the well-being of women, the modern feminist group, True/Active Feminism does exactly the opposite. They use the form of "dis-pair" to shift the balance of power between individual men and women. In other words, they manipulate the form of violence between...

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lovely long hair flips sexy walk with switching hips bright red painted lips emerald round eyes accepting drinks at the bar like a star call girl...

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There is something in the day that has disconnected. Syntax has gone awry with distance stretching further than thought and sentences stranded in a silence left by words that have fled the tongue. And then there is that shadow falling across passing time, its shape giving no hint as to what it is, growing when eyes look away, then appearing in...

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Satirical Journal Entry #1 Attempting Suicide: Just The Beginning! If I killed myself today would anyone notice? Would anyone be at my funeral? If so, would they come just ot give themselves peace(piece) of mind over all the things they took from me? I guess better late than never! Hmmm.......... A corpse could always use a loan or a shoulder to cry...

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