Introspection Memorial Poems

ice formed in craggy spirals 
upside down and billowed
on the outstretched arms
of the sleeping winter Willow
awaiting Spring’s warm charm

misted sunlight peered through in sheer 
shafts...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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Once carved its path to the doorway of your heart, and gathered there all the sidewalks you dared tread of barefoot soul. Walking amongst those...

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A sole dilemma is one's own mindset.
All are ideal in the absence of erudition.
Nothing needs changing in the intellect.
Mental woes arise if struck by tradition.

The...

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Blurred in the sight
the fragments of light 
suspended in memory, 
blurring space and time!

Of a faded photograph 
dreams pressed into the pages 
of a book...

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Distance is my voice 
Along this ancient course 
In caverns of my night
It fades as the echoes die
In the deepest part if my night
Only my...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Memories of you 
Keep on calling back to me 
From a distant time. 
 
© 2020...

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Duty bound soldier
Marching worthy soul
Armed with munitions
While mentally tolls

Comes back wounded heart
Mind, soul, body’s wroth
Wayward Minister
Burden to the cloth


11/14/19

For McWhirtle Me Poetry Contest
McWhirtle poetry form...

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REMEMBERING

Hot, heat is the first impression,
this is the one that lasts
three hundred and sixty five days.

From the portal of the freedom bird
a year stretches across...

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VNV RAP GROUP

At first I wondered
who are these old guys?

Inspiration then dawned
with the unyielding force
of a new day’s reality;
they are me!

I’ve gained no special options
apart...

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THE CLOCK

In the shadows of deepening twilight
remote in a familiar world;
each moment the tick of a clock,
each one added to all
that have gone before,
each, one...

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