Time Rengay Poems

electric boost dream greed shuttle cock
doctor
golf shot  hinder cross road vulture kid
acquaintance found child
garden face freedom
story time
Armish snore beef heard testimony girl...

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Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks



Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the...

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Hydrangea blues
                blooming in seven colors
    ...

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A collaborative poem, written in renga format, or "linked-verse", by Timothy Hicks and Jesse Whitehead.

Verses in normal font are by me.
Verses in italic are by...

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Nurture your mind with love;
Nurture your soul like a dream,
Tend preciously to yourself mind.
Nurture your heart with all diligency
For out of it are the issues...

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Christmas day, two thousand years on,
what happened to peace and goodwill among men.
Nothing has changed since the day it began
when Herod tried hard to get...

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the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal

Vibrant blue sky glows stronger
Shadowing my dim life's light

red stained swift water
rushes onward to...

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There was an initial
step taken
unsteady and unsure.

In time the pace increased
as curiosity endured.

Once adept and confident
the toddler ventured
on much longer treks.

In the light of day
youthful...

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The magic mirror
Many years of vicious use
Lays shattered

The evil witch of Hollow Street
Cries now like a little baby

The magic lost
The power of the ages
Now in...

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The base of a tree
Sits a great Jack-O-Lantern
Fear emits from within

The hollow nature of his eyes
Bring about a sense of death

The tree is ancient
It’s the...

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The wind blows
Through the dark forest
Where they reside

The witch and the warlock
Fierce in their evil ways

One holding a skull
The other with a spell book
Looking for...

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Being hanged
The skeletons drift
In the wind

They died a long time ago
But still remain in a noose

The pumpkins
Have all turned white
Still carved

Evil faces
Are bestowed upon them
Terrifying...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE les émotions
My time flows like the Seine down to the sea
except there is no ocean ending me
and like a river I must keep
emotions...

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his are whimpers of breath, 
lullabies drumming from a rising chest,
his is a soft pat on the head,
a wave of tenderness, trough to crest.

her right...

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