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Connie's penned poetry presents colorful prose, captivated curiosity, parading carefreely pass cemented paths ceremoniously.
So much time to spare
But you're cemented by despair
Reliving dark days
Like some groundhog misery,
Stuck till you change your story
There was a young man from Lancaster
Who tried to do everything faster
He skied off a cliff
Landed on his midriff
And now he’s cemented in plaster
room with no door
walls melting onto my naked soul
one window - landscape of despair
my feet...
cemented into the floor...
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Hinted Head Was Cemented
Snowman had been cemented;
Head was cracked and dented;
Rather odd,
Said to God,
And Trump should be vetted.
Jim Horn
Ho Ho Ho Said Santa Horn.
Wall , to his heart
Was raised in height
That ,She could not
reach till the sight
When gandered once,
She sliped to recognise,
It is a venture.
Now she persist
Cemented there.
Please don't think this poet demented,
so that my reputation is cemented
as a lunatic or nut.
I hope you think of me with pleasure
and happiness, if only a measure -
just the oppo-zut.
the cold stairs?
the cold hard stairs?
the cold hard concrete stairs?
the cold hard concrete piss stained stairs?
cold concrete stairs above?
cold concrete stairs below?
elevator broke
I see some mud
attached to my
bike's wheel.
I just don't take
notice since
my path is cemented.
Until, I recall
some path have
potholes soiled.
Now, I know
life on the way
gets muddy, sometimes.
kind
thoughtful
uplifting
sharing herself
saying the right things
extremely generous
glad to give time that you need
listening without suggesting
listening without interruption
a lifelong friendship cemented with love
Tattered lives
Tattered hearts
Tattered homes
Tattered walls
The glue that had perfectly cemented the union had been weaken
Tattered schools
Tattered friends
Tattered careers
Tragic ends
The child's heart is broken.
Form:
Reduced to a piece of luggage
with memories of hanging gardens
zippers split open with grinning, yellow teeth
I surrender my neatly folded heart
to be confiscated, devoured, and cemented...
by a patrol who cannot border my tears...
Today I am contented
Got myself the best lotion I ever scented
The sky looks blue today
But my pain will never go away
Even though at times I try real hard
This test will leave my heart scared
Today I am contented
With my heart in a box cemented
no arms
to break my fall
I wait
hollow-eyed
for sleep
silent sentry
in the jungle night
I lie cemented
in self
counting black holes
in space
where once
there were stars
to wish on
~ Harley White
all see white
I see black,
black clouds raining
acid rain
to the ongoing
parade
an invisible pinata
being swung at by all
the mold has cemented
cracks have been filled
"no way out"
says the frightening
clown
his voice echoing between
towers
shunning all smiles
Wandering along a lifeless road
cloaked by pashima of acid night,
a metal sky cuts treetops in half
biting her skin beneath pale stars---
tears rush like nickel-blue of isolation
as feet dig cemented steps
to carry heart's burden
past windows of fading regrets.
Houses
entrenched, mounted
over beaten soil and stones...
Cemented in concrete
and amazement...
Everything to survive the fight
against the natural ways
and artificial routes...
Everything to offer
to the lord of the place,
the comfort, the security
from life's misfortunes!
Life can be so much like a see-saw
one minute it’s down, then it’s up
then so still
empty
some people sit at the high end
looking at the world from the top
others so weighed down
wish for the other end
Dreaming, feet always
on the ground, pounding pavements
where it’s always
so real
so concrete, cemented
too real
A flash of lightning
creates shades of trembling light
interacts with shearing pain,
as a fleeting moment
cemented within a grievous mind
a wrench of nostalgia,
a reminder of you
on that fateful day,
where in the unsung meadow
you lay in disheveled jade.
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Here in the Sun, Spring is receding
Winter is born in me
Your witchcraft besets me
The cold glazes my eyes
The green glares white
The clouds are cemented
There we are again
Longing for the equinox of our intentions
Pull me forward from this
Push me back into us
Divide me from this discontent
Shake this frost
Warm my bones with a September smile
Was Not Intended
Was not intended
When my endeavored ended
Rules were amended
Into air blended
Casket cemented
She had consented
Car door was dented
My eyes had glinted
Answer was hinted
Not oriented
I had relented
Vessels were stinted
Ended up suspended
Room was well-vented.
You get to pick out last one you
want for last line. Jim Horn
Cocuswood, the perfection and beauty
made perfect sound a pitch
deemed as bass
a tone
with depths and richness
cocuswood
the studio with the barned afea
cordwood walls
five cords of cedar
cemented into
a fantastic and beautiful
place
sound and perfection
slendid for the eyes to see
a perfect place to
admire the beauty
of a bassy cocuswood bassoon
Trying to convince
humans to get out,
as their iphones sing out
the top hit labeled
mandatory evacuation,
astonishes the birds,
as they revel in the bath of stone tub,
filled by the flood,
and then fly away.
And the ones who won't leave, keep the thoughts of glue,
cemented to their brains,as they
sit and contemplate
the acquisition of
their furniture.
Future
What lies along the road ahead are thoughts cemented in my head.
Where will I go?, what will I be? And who will be there alongside me.
It’s bleak it’s bright I can’t decide, too late to run and try to hide.
Your on a path, you can’t turn back keep moving forward you’ve got the knack.
You’ll meet new friends along the way, who might just brighten future days.
Perfected ties turn into romantic Springtime's heavenly bliss
Our love blossoms's into a sweet abyss of passion that ignites the fire of your
soul
Who can understand this phenonmenon?
Thrusting waves hit the shores into the ecstasy of your desire
Binding ties unite us
Fruitful wombs are ties that bind
One family forever cemented in the beautiful Garden of matrimony