Angst Rictameter Poems

Building
tension from a
niggling tickle inside
my desirous heart when you stroll
through the depths of my haunted memories
in what had been then, or could be,
as I seek...

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She runs 
to top the hill 
and listen for songbirds.  
On this grayish, black and white scene, 
there are only crows in the sky,...

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It's true,
oceans worldwide
are swiftly on the rise,
as the glaciers and ice caps melt.
Global warming is causing climate change,
fueling forest fires and droughts.
And it is time...

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It's true,
oceans worldwide
are swiftly on the rise,
as our glaciers and ice caps melt.
Global warming is causing climate change,
fueling forest fires and droughts.
And it is time...

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Darling,
I'm so sorry
for all, I've put you through.
I know I haven't been faithful
and you're the kindest soul I've ever known.
Yet, despite the fact I cheated,...

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I close
my eyes to fend
off all sad scenes from sight
but my mind is not always shut
it lets the biting ants of pain come in
crawling through...

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 two rictameters 

Lightning
flashes brightly
outside our front window.
Rain's falling fast and furious.
Feeling IT in my fingers, vibration
jolts and loosens the window pane.
Delightful, but frightful,
quivers follow
lightning.

Tag...

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shackled
daily wager
sweat of brow not so sweet
muscle and sinews strain, work out
to earn dough for bread, and to work out, too
cyclic diurnal grind of life
cliched,...

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chatter
continuous
banter which numbs the brain
chafing background noise that belies
patience and composure squandered away
meaningless, dreary remarks told
about nothing central
drifting weary
chatter


Tanya Harrington  ©  05-30-2012
Sound Of...

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GOD’S THUMB IS ALSO HIS MIDDLE FINGER

I SUFFER THE DAYS DILEMMA
And vie with midnight’s madness
I suffer daylight’s RETRIBUTION
And at dawn, dusk or in the dark...

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Anger
Getting my goat
Not letting me think right
Is getting the better of me
Must not let it control and ruin me
I must now learn to control it
So...

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Should I
break my stone thoughts
'till dust upon my skin
satisfying sack cloth sorrow
reaching as a beggar reaches stained hands
sleeping without weight or 'morrow
having crushed thoughts of...

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