Long Journal entry Poems

Hi!
I'm Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
"Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time."

First, I want you to know
I've been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So,...

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I refused to pick up this pen and vent the words etched in my mind
An invisible ball to float upon my thoughts like a sing a long as each letter forms a sentence I prolonged...

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It snowed last night and outside my window is a winter wonderland.
It is -6, sunny and the wind is 24 kilometers, the afternoon
temperature will be about -4, that's not bad for Canada.

The first thing,...

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PHARISEES with questionable motives: "Jesus, Herod desires to kill you".  <<    JESUS: Tell Herod I am very busy performing miracles and healing people today and tomorrow. Tell him that the day...

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I write this poem from my heart
As I set off on my fresh new start
A woman of the age of nineteen
Leaving her family for this American dream
With just this napkin and worn out ink
I rest...

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I have three favorite Presidents that ironically were friends.
Peyton Randolph is known as one of our first Founding Fathers.
John Hanson approved the Great Seal of the United States that is still used today.
George Washington is...

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I lacked a lot of sleep these past couple of months.

and abandoned the routine I’ve grown so comfortable with

in this time by myself.

I didn’t realize how much slack was in my learning curve lately,

and I...

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It's been monthes since my lips tasted the bitterness of alcohol
I found myself craving the excitement, the taste within my memory
and for a moment when he had asked if I wanted to go out for...

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she might have been beautiful
I'll never know
she might have been the best mother ever
Again, I'll probably never know
no bruises, no witnesses
did she lurch out in screams 
as you handed her the grief of your business
how...

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April 25, 2018

Of time Past-
I cannot discard you (memory)
no matter how far I push you  away
you come  c r e e p i n g  like a wild vine
deep in the corridors...

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(April 25, 2018, Repost)

Of time Past-
I cannot discard you (memory)
no matter how far I push you  away
you come  c r e e p i n g  like a wild vine
deep in the...

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Journal Entry


Forget what I thought we were it was what we could've been.I know i ?n?? up sometimes but I know I'm worth it all.I don't even believe in myself sometimes .but I believed in...

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I went to the cemetery today to visit my beloved dead,
followed the tree lined road to the big grey rock;
and the weeping maple tree and turned on a small path,
that in time led me to...

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Saturday April 13, 1877

Remove the dagger from my eye;
      Apply a tourniquet to my wounds;
          Surcease this oozing blood from the-
...

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As eventide drew its curtains
around us,
there was nothing tame about it
when I went  into 
the woods with him,
for even though the moon beamed
pearlescent in its inky sky,
the wind was howling through the trees.

And though...

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Slowly drifting, drifting away, and it feel likes I’m drowning.
I'm drowning, my eyes are drowning every time they surf into the world of pleasure, 
Seas and seas of bodies creating electricity  yet God hasn’t...

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It is this moment, sunset, the hour when silence is most golden, that I pen this poem.

Above and all around me the trees are whispering, confiding in the autumn air a secret long lost to...

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I sat and began a journal entry.
Songs of doves with white wings
flying into the night came to my
mind. Do doves fly at night? Unknown 
to me, I sat under...

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I realized how delusional I was when I was still telling people to have a nice day. But that was only the beginning… The news only got worse.

My pen bone dry. For weeks I had...

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"So, You Want to Be a Writer?" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Oh, My 
Darling Clementine".

So, you want to be a writer
But you're not sure where to start?
Grab a pencil and...

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Journal Entry 


The toughest part of letting go is realizing that the other person already did.what you were with that person was more than the constant fights ,the cuddling ,the hurting ,the sex.it was that...

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some men are born to be killed
some men life means nothing to

can old men hold their heads and cry
you can only dodge so many shots 
before you eventually take a a few
then it's about surviving

some...

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AHA HAIKU 14


Old friend calls
How are you?
Song of long ago

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Old condo ambience
Familiar faces converge;
Robot moods

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Chinese tea
Aids digestion;
Sip fond brew

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Cute boys charm
Innocence wakes up;
Naughty sparkles

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Last journal entry
Some time ago;
Death punctuates

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Illiterate old lady
Well-educated son;
Lovely finesse

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In your eyes
Love...

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Candle light flickers it’s
rhythmic dance
and strikes shadows across this
brittle parchment
The sea is rolling, chomping at the boards,
angered by our trespass
I try in vain to steady my hand,
to write with even flow

The winds have long since
given...

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Morning drizzle
Drops of rainbow;
Colours dazzle

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Weather contrast
Hot and dehydrating;
Sticky humidity

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Lonely songbird
Dawn epiphany;
Lost lover's lament

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New journal entry
Ring-bound folio;
Ink stain memory

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Sleepy distractions
Lazy Saturday weather;
Bakery fragrance 

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Towering monolith
War memorial site;
Our glorious dead

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Relics of war here
Public cenotaph;
Never ever forget

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City lights...

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