Long Taking hold Poems

Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers out into the gloominess at the wheel and tightly clutches...

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Brave Shadow Mane


Falling free at a tremendous velocity
Cursing my decision for acting in haste
Through clouds and frozen rain I could not see the ground
Losing consciousness, in my mouth blood I could taste

Now this was indeed...

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One morning early a Dad and his son Tom went for a walk in the country, they journeyed
through the still mist looking for flowers for the boy's Mom, but they did not see many.
Just then...

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Quietly, the memory of my grandfather manifested itself,
In the colors and shimmers of the Holy Spirit, 
I saw his human face,
The familiar lines, the flesh,
The pair of oceanic eyes, slowly blinking 
Smiling,
Like a heavenly beam
Splashing...

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My false reality is a normal man,
owned by financial security, slave to
the essentials and more, much 
more.
My desired existence is that of an 
artist,
a wordsmith, a bard, a writer with 
potential
beyond measure and degrading 
limitations.
Lately,...

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* Bringing this gem back in the hope Becca Teagan sees it and returns. We wrote this together, a labor of love. The poem ends with a moral lesson that humanity still hasn't learned, sadly.

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Taking a nap became super busy and hot
What could become of the dream she got?
Keeps coming back to hunting eyes' jot
Viewing afar her possible lot
Maybe or not would be as plot
Or probably weird off frank...

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Part 2
Now they had to get revenge 

They crawled through the night
the ground frozen from days without sun
to the place where she had gone,
her human skin not strong enough to live in the cold
her mind...

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I’m Hiding, Hiding in this cupboard
Feeling sick, I’m sick to my stomach
The shotgun sounds
I hear him. Coming, he’s reloading his rounds.
The Stairs, they creak, he’s searching for me
I am the last left alive, the last...

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i battled the urge for years . i can no more .
i have never been much of a morning person . recent
engagements have left me bruised , worn out and sore.
the good in me...gone ....

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Broken, this aged vessel
fractured by fate in matter and mind
careworn and cracked like creeping veins of window frost ...

          (but colder in my solitude, I surmise)

Oh,...

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All hail thy – sweet – small – courtesies of life.
For smooth do they make the road of it.
Grace and beauty – they cut so deep not unlike a knife -
They beg all inclinations toward...

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Gone and flushed out my life not through the simplicity of adoption,
But through another type of passing, this was my only option,
With no financial stability I lost all capability,
To care for you, they stripped you...

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It was quite an adventure. I never had sailed. 
Appearances looked like the last trip had failed. 
“That rickety old thing? Ya’ sure it will float?” 
Nodding my friend said, “Don’t call it a boat.”

We...

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This is actually a song I wrote. I know this site is supposed to be for poetry but I felt compelled to share it with you all. You'll see that part of it is the...

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broken, this aged vessel
fractured by fate in matter and mind
careworn and cracked like creeping veins of window frost ...

          (but colder in my solitude, I surmise)

oh,...

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Can we call it destiny? Perhaps it is just fate finding each other.  
How did we meet, this man and I? 
A picture, a phone call, a conversation that brought us close to each...

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awaiting interpersonal subsequent situation 
     aye tend to get ants
see when in the midst awaiting 
     said sub routine involving 

     outcome of...

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A black stone with diamonds inside
She shines but you would never know
They hit her but she never falls 
They whip her but she never breaks 
Speed in her step even though they try to slow...

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July 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Song of Solomon 5-8

Key Verse – Song of Solomon 6:3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

LORD GOD, YOU...

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A Shroud

Eyes of Autumn green, permeate the serenity of my skies.
Our worlds, they seem to be stone cold – impervious to my silent cries.
With each encounter- every passing moment – something dies
within – for what...

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It's the space where I can breathe
ascending mountains yonder
A green expanse where souls can feed
and be filled with all God's wonder

Soft white clouds caress my face
as I soar through winds around me
All shades beneath blend...

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sometimes I feel like I've forgotten how to breathe. like the air cycling through my body suddenly stands still. a dark fog protrudes from beneath the surface of my soul, slowly extending its tendrils to...

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Taking hold of this very instant, filled with its tears and joys of the here and now....

Placing them all within snow globes, to preserve their wonders and their lives

Upon the shelves of these times, wherein...

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I wanted to write something in which each successive line had one more letter than the one before; it basically wrote itself :


I
do
not
wish
to see
the sky
before a
bird goes
soaring by
that I may be
at once alive
observing him
soar, turn...

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