History Metaphor Poems

As the clocks creep,
unknown...
again, 
my summer's call,
of Calendulas,
and Cotswold stone,
crumbles,
in compliance,
that this, beauty, 
cannot be…here,
just for me, 
alone. 


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I stand with a treasure map,
no X to mark the spot.
A scattering of clues,
roadmaps of endless dots.

Your name is on an envelope,
surely that’s proof enough?
But...

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Placed Second in :
Confidence, Clean Air, Clash of Civilisations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet

“Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.” Confucius

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Biographies of different kinds,
Orwell with Atwood, intertwined,
Old books, new books, a thousand rhymes,
Keeping their words, holding those lines,
Singing caged birds, sit whistling chimes,
Histories, mysteries, marking...

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SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber...

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In your silence I see colours,
speech crumbling like flaking paint, dried; truth dripping from lips, black spittle on a brush.
In the silence I inhale the...

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Poetry
secured in beauty …
carved high in a tree
Branches
spread and offer cover
of your history
Winter
comes and bares the promise
Spring will shade anew
Seasons
in the bark awaiting
— progeny to...

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I gazed, silent, at my notebook.
I gazed for hours seeking a word;
a word that's worth your eye colour.

Your eyes are a mystic maze of colours;
a...

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all poetry begins with presumption
should you expect anything different here?

I would not hold a full lung's air too long
would not bust a bronchial capillary
in the...

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	IN THE NIGHTS OF TIME. By: Godwill Larry. December 23, 2023.

	People dance in life, unrestricted by a single melody; 
a tapestry woven with threads of...

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A visitor in my own skin stopping by as a guest 
Rented out happiness with no permanent address

As searched for stability I found a place...

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We, 
with the geometry and evening 
balance of our midcentury hands—gently 
lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a 
nightly ritual, gravity-driven,...

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Shared enthusiastic curiosity
between two or more

May also become felt 
as mutually assured
active hope
we might make it through dinner
without seeking reparations
while digging our way
through emotionally deserted
dessert

Curiously...

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what, I wonder, did you unlock
winter songs of summer birds
in a dingy cell with clawed-at walls
in drawing rooms where princes died
and all the soldiers marching...

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The comic book of our life will be riddled with plot twists yet our perseverance persists 

Can't delete scenes that our history holds but can...

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