Sayonara Poems - Poems about Sayonara

We bury the pain we brought And dance it away in ballads from lands, far, far away We take the pain And turn it to sweet resolution As dawn turns to dusk The melodies fill us with warmth, that wrap us like fresh hay And we say Sayonara, dear sorrow Don't come back again For your absence shall not be missed And misery need not come...

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Smell the most precious and last sense to go Its lingering fragrance vanishing slow A single carnation a bright yellow rose Through deafness and darkness till death —wafting so (The New Room: December, 2023) ...

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Respond feature blocked Status quite clear indeed ...

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Nothing cuts as deep as a back that’s turned Denying your existence —all bridges burned (The New Room: October, 2022)...

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the bittersweet silent story of my life age fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast in indelible (yet never washed out) beige indistinguishably linkedin, when counting the last three of seventy somber orbitz, signify torturous custom made cage whose darkening shades of gray housed a...

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devastatingly, grievously, inconsolably, got hexed, issued jilted livingsocial, a less son learned to late, how maddeningly mess say yon nick lee infuriated, not accepting press sing ill fate, nor countenancing fatal injustice, refusing to curtsy fiendish inxs did piss her off (poisoned scorpion sting) remiss cheekily peppering psyche as if Swiss cheese, a once...

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SAYONARA SONG ON LUSCIOUS LIPS The cold sun sinks slow in the vermilion void Reels of cirrus cloud on crimson ripples creep Tell the homing birds how much they enjoyed To fly free in the swath of serene sky so deep. The tender touch of trembling twilight gleam Incisive invasion of untamed menagerie instinct Infuse in you the ancestral passion not...

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Ever free to traverse my world Yet shackled to an eleven year old promise I donned a platinum cloak atop a living mountain Physically high, emotionally low I held two pairs of hands While my heart beat out a painful rhythm A handshake that formed my first friendship And a typed message that united two lovers The grayest skies I've ever seen Sheltered my...

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I think I might just turn about and proudly walk away I think I might just strut right out without another word to say Keep my calm, maintain my poise Perhaps it’s best that way Lips pressed tight, there’ll be no noise As quiet as the break of day I’ll leave my pride behind me With all else I once held dear I pled my...

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It's time to depart I'll treasure those memories I'm very thankful Those happiness and sadness I'll never forget those days...

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I’m starting to fade Forget all the retentions Start for a new day Even I didn’t success I’ve already admit it...

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I'll let it all fade Remembrances about you Forget your angelic smile I've already admit it Losing the competition...

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Jack Bogan died last week, the last of the Whippets, a garage band big in a small way back in the Sixties. The Whippets had a following in Chicago and its suburbs. They played high school dances, holiday parties and graduations. Like other bands they believed they would fill Yankee Stadium. They practiced late at night entertaining friends...

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« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They’ll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. » « That woman deserves her Revenge. And we deserve to die. » From « Kill Bill Vol. 1 » I Two French girls in Paris one aged thirteen the other fourteen together take wing. The police bring them back home. Then hand-in-hand they jump from their...

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Summer Sayonara If you can hear as I can now the rose of noun the bee of verb the hive of mind then you can hear as I can now everywhere the zither of the siphonings of day, everywhere the last letter of the alphabet Donal Mahoney...

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