Long Voice from the past Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s dreams 
rust crumbles to dust

Virulent apathy spreads 
Betrayal’s destruction 
hand...

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The Voice of reason
The Voice on the phone
The Voice of the radio

Voice of the Movies
Voice of the television
The Voice of the news

The Voice of the fad
Voice of the worshiped hero
Voice of the people

Voice of civil...

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I sit here steeping in the History 
of Our Land, a class, my eyelids dense.
Our Flag hangs in the corner of the class
Red and White folds in deluge, licking the
framed portrait of our Thomas Jefferson,
our...

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Double binds 
like double negatives,
not not,
who's notnot there?
neither here nor there
yet both here and there, potentially
where past and future
meet here and now.

Time's double-binding law and order
of identity
wears two faces,
one composed of past incarnate win/lose spaces,
the...

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RightBrain's sacred language
informs LeftBrain words
yet remain more anciently iconic
from light CreatorEgo holonic
and dark valley eco-creation,
AnimaMundi co-creation,
Holy EgoNature-EcoSoul

Shadow cooperative Ego/EcoPolitics,
integrity/synergy
all polypathic labels
for one natural CreatorYang
unconditionally loving Sacred ReCreating MatriarchalYin
beloving AnimaMundi fuel,
source,
manna resourced YangEgo
restoring YangJustice/SacredYinPeace
without as within.

Meanwhile,
loyal...

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In the tapestry of time, a story is spun,
Of hearts entwined beneath the sun.
It began in the halls of youth's embrace,
Where two souls met, face to face.

In the halls of Primary, their eyes did meet,
A...

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﷯﷯
﷯﷯Sometimes the Winter does not the Summer make.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Sometimes the Winter is only take and take And Take.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Much like﷯﷯
﷯﷯My Quiet kissing dead slept Kat.﷯﷯
﷯﷯{Yes}  His Looks﷯﷯
﷯﷯{As well} had a voice, ﷯﷯
﷯﷯once…﷯﷯
﷯﷯{ Ice melting in Cranberry, Lime...

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I just cant tell. Where's the girl I know so well?
She can't be gone,

She fought like hell to be where she is, to belong...

To be honest, To be strong...
She wasn't lying when she said denial...

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I just cant tell. Where's the girl I know so well?
She can't be gone,

She fought like hell to be where she is, to belong...

To be honest, To be strong...
She wasn't lying when she said denial...

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The walls of my room no longer speak to me,
Since I stopped painting them with my blood.
Once, they were alive with the pulse of my essence,
Each stroke a testament to the silent screams within,
A canvas...

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Snow storm on Christmas Eve.
Santa’s sleigh Church Services cancelled.
Stranded sitting out the storm with family.
Christmas story read lots of presents under the tree.
Ripped open the gifts.
Young ones fell in love with new gifts.
Spouse’s sipped coffee...

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That engaging voice rings out through the dark
Percolating between bands on the air
Soaring antennas pulse his festive spark
To share his diversion of solitaire

Nestled within promotional urges
Hidden behind that bombardment of sound
Charisma propels his karmic surges
Lifting...

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My heart beats fast
I hope it wont last
My mind starts to clear
i start to think about you my dear
even though, you are my past.

From when i start to see your face
Im in a constant struggle
to...

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The day is overcast and gray.
My mood, sadly the same.
Recent news colors the day,
adding to the political game.

A voice of the past,
making his agenda known.
Past and present at long last,
together, accepting it as their own.

The...

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Memories and images deep in my soul,
They dwell there silently, fond imagines that never grow old.
A little girl holding on to her father's hand,
How she longs to see his face and to be his little...

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English Pride
by Bob Moore © 2019

The Scots can sing of Scotland, and Welshmen sing of Wales
The Irish sing of 40 shades, of their green hills and vales

But if you sing of England, and of her...

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It was a very balmy midsummer night
shadows danced with me under starlight
I heard a nightingale cry out for its mate
in that moment joy fled. I became sedate

My mind swirled with thoughts concealed
with something I no...

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I waited for you with bated breath 
In hopes that once again 
We could share that oneness 
we knew when we were friends. 
But has time and distance erased 
The closeness we once knew? 
Because...

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pt 3 of quaternion

Autumn's 
     long evenings
     long hours
         after sunset
in the play of moonlight 
   ...

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the wharf was teeming
black and white,
the gulls were keening
in their flight
  round and round
the fishing scow
the old man scowled
his heavy brow
  forty years before the mast
and now today would be his last
the smell...

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Going Back Home

They say that you can never go home,
No matter how long you did roam.
There’s no way things will be the same,
Having been gone so long, you must take the blame.

The old statue of...

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A voice From the Past 

My childhood friend rang me he hadn’t been ringing me for some time
 he is the shy type and only ring when he has been drinking and judging 
by his...

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Darkness closing in on me
Blacker than dusk I cannot see
As I make my way into unknown lands
I am being beckoned by unseen hands
My spirit drawn towards a glistening light
My fear is banished by this wondrous...

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I’ve suffered, myself
By the voices of three 
All of them in my head
And all of them, me.

The first voice is the past
Reminding me of regrets
The whiskey helps
But I just can’t forget

The second voice? 
The one...

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A familiar voice sharing the past,
Remembering a place that didn’t last.

Sifting through ashes of another life,
Searching for beauty amongst the strife. 

Anguish surrounds me, a constant storm,
Cold and darkness, wanting to be warm.

Deprived of love,...

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