Long Old habits die hard Poems

Poems about Things that Break III
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter: a bubble, glass, a mirror, a twig or tree limb, a thunderstorm, cities and towers in times of war, old...

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I was once something of a pessimist, and that fact did not concern me,
As violet birds are content, to spend their nights in different trees.

Still I had a happy and quiet existence, or at least...

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There were boys in my life
From the time I was 13
There were boys
Secreted away in journals
Like some sort of forbidden candy
To be written about and savored 
In a fantasy world all my own
And in that...

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Long ago, before my earth was round, the light of my room made me feel even more depressed than I already was, a low flickering of the lamp unbetraying me, my mother's bed reminding me...

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Angel in a Whirlwind

Storm of the decade descends upon the day
Torrents of howling rainfall flood the streets
Banshee winds whip trees, waves upon the bay
Gloomy clouds shadow skies – sunlight in retreat.

Faithful Wheaten, Snickers, too weak...

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Again, I’ve screwed up,
I’m almost amazed that I could actually think I’d quit that,
Old habits die hard though,
And someone I really care about is going to get hurt because of it;

I know his love is...

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GTF

Wizened skin like burnished leather
Thin, grey and long, disheveled hair
Clear, sharp blue eyes that seem to stare
Through sun scorched face, alert, aware

A ‘lived-In’ face that’s so expressive
Tales he tells read like a missive
His arms and...

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Wanting, to be noticed at a glance!
Needing, to feel like you actually exist                      ...

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A right pair of dim wits, leaving one other emotionally scared
That’s her and him, but true what they say old habits die hard
Always a storm, again at each others thoats, this girl and guy
Is it...

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My Apologies, Sona
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

My apologies, Sona,
if traversing my verse's terrain
in these torrential rains
inconvenienced you.

The monsoons are unseasonal here.

My poems' pitfalls are sometimes sodden.
Water often overflows these ditches.
If you stumble and...

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he used to remember when she was in his arm.

he told himself he would protect her from any harm.

she was small and fragile like any other baby.

but now shes matured to a full grown lady.

she...

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Observe and see
Festive cheer warms;
Spirits set free

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Cherry blossoms
Pink carpet pathway;
Waiting patiently

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Here's to you
Sakura moments;
Sparkling sunshine

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Moon overhead
View from my window;
Tender conversations

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Mahjong games
Relatives chit-chat;
My winning streak

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Touch of magic
Spring wind rustles;
Cheery blossoms fall

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Moonlight stroll
Old arch bridge;
Squeaky wood groans

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Two...

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I guess I'm what one would call a "Chocoholic" 
     I make trips to Wockenfuss Candies more than the average guy. 
 I wish I could only go on Valentine's Day,...

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Old habits die hard, 
I guess at the end of the day,
I'll never truly understand why,
why he is this way.

The psychology behind it,
my theories are pretty sound,
but the actual act of what he does,
when he...

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Loud, ruthless, drunken slur
Visions of family blur
Matters not what they think
As long as she gets one more drink 

Watching from the sidelines
A visit turned internal binds
Do I stay and help them?
Younger siblings, emotions dim
 
Can't...

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S[hy girl. This is who I truly am. It
H[as been since I was born, in a not so far away land.
Y[early I've grown with it; away from it, learning to accept it; repel it.

G[rowing more...

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The water flows along smooth stone, 
As does the deep crimson.
Water can cut through stone if it chooses.
Same with the blade of battle,
Its stone being the walls of the soul.
Those walls can be cracked easily,
The...

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She’d say jump and him how high
Should have bought a lead I’d say
If only they’d let sleeping dogs lie
But an unusual breed he won’t stray

When back again he comes running
As always with his tail between...

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At the gates of Heaven
I sit and sing Your praise

Where is Maya now?
when the only sound my mind
can hear is Hari Nam

My sari a silk prayer flag
flutters in the tranquil breeze
pastel blue, pink
and yellow hues...

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Got to hold it together, try to keep my cool, 
Even when dealing, with imbecilic fools,
Should know better, but they freak me out,
When in the wrong, they just scream and shout,

My problem is, I won’t...

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Cup of coffee first thing
   Old habits die hard
Too easy just to cling
   Impossible to discard 

Old habits die hard
   Coffee's got a special zing
Impossible to discard
  ...

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What was the ethics of homefires
when homeostasis had gone awry ?
There were no concrete truths.
I will not wear the lies instead	
like fly ash on my bloodied shirt.

The old habits die hard;
the beds of flesh and...

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What was the ethics of homefires
when homeostasis had gone awry ?
There were no concrete truths.
I will not wear the lies instead	
like fly ash on my bloodied shirt.

The old habits die hard;
the beds of flesh and...

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