Long Like a moth to a flame Poems

GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART 


From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into...

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To Whoever:

My life isn’t a joke,
My depression isn’t something to laugh at.
You say you care,
do you?
If you do stop laughing.
when I do something that brings me pleasure,
don’t call me a disgrace.
Don’t point and laugh.
Don’t be...

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“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion;                 what’s in a name?” –Helen Hunt Jackson....

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She is fire
Raging red and hot through all that surrounds her.
She entices you, drawing you in,
Like a moth to her flame,
Just to singe your wings.
She does not discriminate,
Nobody is safe from her unyielding heat.
She promises...

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It is cold here, in this waiting place...this place where tears belong
Behind the gates, the iron locks...where sinking headstones dwell               ...

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God, I’m scared
Scared to be alone
I’ve lost so much
Lost my light
Now I’m alone in the dark
So alone.
My friends try to reach me 
 I’ve fallen too far,
Still trying to stand tall,
But I’m crippled, broken, and...

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Every night at a pub,
I see her, the girl with the blond hair
and blue eyes, a beauty to behold.
Her gaze draws me in,
and I can’t help but steal glances.
If you ask me what are the...

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The corners of his pink lips bow into a grin that sent a spark to burst into colors in the dark hole of a heart I had. He lit me up like a lantern on...

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Poetry is a calling


Like a moth to a flame, I cannot tear myself away;
I must look again, to see what I was blind to see when insane.
Sanity brings clarity; my eyes are wide open.
Let it...

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Slight flutters began in my stomach at the sight of you.
We talked, and their wings pulsed every time the phone chimed.
At the first date, they became out of control as they beat faster and faster,
Threatening...

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Logic dear watson
self fulfilling 
we dont always recognise ourselves in the mirror
we dont always see society reflected back through one person
historical figure crying
worst case scenario
predict the worst and its a conspiracy
if you nail too many...

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I raced through my chores, braided my hair in cornrows
Meticulously washed my body, daub the back of my ears
The insides of my elbow, and my wrist, with my then cheap perfume
There my pulse beat, no...

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Born with a curse to do the wrong thing
angelic brother she the moth to the flame
but loooks like no demon
the hands of time say one thing of this illusion
children of god
a lesson to be taught

predestined...

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We met during the war on this now famous sunny isle
Like a moth to a flame, was her infectious smile
I was in the Navy, stationed aboard an MTB
Keeping shipping lanes open, for the Mediterranean Fleet

Whilst...

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For crying out loud you came into my life like a bat out of hell, no time to think, no time to go slow, I was all revved up with no place to go, god...

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Appreciation:
A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem.

THE GANGSTER

Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air
A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere
Reflective iridescent gem in a gloomy stream
The gangster with a poetic heart dares...

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I heard the untamed thudding of the long drum fumbo,
felt the frenzied throbbing of the fumbo
and poignant melodies of the string guitar tongoli 
but through this all I heard you calling me;
and like at the...

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Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
It's been my home for many years now – all my life.
Why do I fear everything and wish not to return?
They are not...

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she is the sun...spraying rays of light like bullets into my body and my brain
locked up tighter than a refugee rider on a south bound suicide train
straight off the tracks 
swimming in sulfer, sweat pouring...

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Like a moth to the flame, I get burned. You'd think I should 
have learned.
                    ...

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Fade to grey


Take my hand and let me set fire to your mind.
I want to see, what you are hiding inside.
I’m blinded by the light of your eyes
And I just called to say, I never...

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The Valley of dead Souls

Jewel encrusted guardians of stone stand before the gates to the abyss of eternity. Above engraved in gilded stone inlaid with silver and gold are the words. Dearth of light and...

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Twilight-
the sky's blood orange
and I'm getting clean, phone's buzzing
with plans and inspirations. Dirty minds-
me too.

Great ones might think alike,
but the time's ripe to stop aiming 
for abstractions..
Just do.

I'm out the door first chance,
devil in hand,...

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She was a Goddess
Who
Tippytoed across his eyelids
Appearing in a lucid
Dream
She danced between
The strumming of his acoustic heartbeat
Her exquisiteness would keep him playing that song indefinitely.
If only
 they could seek refuge in his temporary daydream
Love ...

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LAVENDER LADY
She was my lavender lady;
Standing by the lake,
Gazing across the sky-blue water
At who-knows what in the distance.
She was the very essence of elegance.
Spurning the mini-skirted fashion of the age,
Her flowing summer dress
Modestly reached mid-calf.
I...

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