Metronomic Poems - Poems about Metronomic

... every illusion starts with a wish or a hope perhaps, and mine is this that I'm the hundreds of petals that remain and with each petal lost I won't feel this pain abundance is missed when eyes......

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...As Autumn idles A laziness caresses the moon Resting on a soft cloud bed Her shadow taunting the night In a nocturnal game of hide and seek A soft aroma rises From freshly trodden leaf beds A ......

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...As Autumn idles A laziness caresses the moon Resting on a soft cloud bed Her shadow taunting the night In a nocturnal game of hide and seek A soft aroma rises From freshly trodden leaf beds A ......

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...Beware of Time She won't love what came before Time loves but Itself A true Narcissist She won't turn her head for you Although outstretched Her arms won't point out the next bend Arrow hand......

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...Somehow it seems the poems do not pass muster The words a swirling dance that will not cluster They deem themselves alone to be the fulcrum That lets the lever lift them from the hum-drum And m......

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... Written: April 08, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morphing into an appealing landscape, gathered around a table embrace. In the connection of family......

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...At sixteen People's Bible Church sent me from rural Michigan farm lands to Moody Bible Institute in siren-screaming Chicago Church fathers assumed, despite curious evidence to the contrary, ......

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...Upon the wall It hangs counting metronomic moments lost to time John G. Lawless ©9/24/2022......

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... above the metronomic constant dripping of a tap and the deep and heavy ticking of an old grandfather clock sounds seeped through a window where the night air found a gap: a cough!......

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...Riding the rhythms of rolling wheels Driving rusty rock desert miles Purring pistons pumping power To my mottled muddy jade jeep A symphony sprung in my head Dawning with dainty din of drums ......

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...She watched him pluck the strings. His fingers up and down the frets of her spine, pulling out notes and moans from deep within the cavity of her hollowed-out chest. Apollo’s golden lyre lulli......

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...A Waking Dream She wasn’t perfect none of us are her face was lined with experience and comfort crows feet at her eyes laugh lines in her smile dark hair flecked with grey pulled into a loo......

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...Studying the studying staring back - heavy shiney black on the coffin road - I stood in the gods an imposing carrion crow perched Johnny Cash of fauna Studying the studying piercing dark inquis......

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...There Is A Darkness there is a darkness stalks us all denials damsel in distress seeking refuge in feigned faith blanketed in folds of fate. There is a darkness seeking ligh......

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...May I Dance With You They slide along the streets waltzing, lost wanderers safeguarded in the cloak of anonymity’s invisibility. Their eyes convey the darkness of a night that lingers, ho......

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