Short Journals Poems

All my inner thoughts 
written on lined pages 
to be read by others...

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Why a writer's tool is a quill?
Feathers are for dusting their journals....

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laughing sun rises,
writing its shadow stories
in forest journals


...

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everyday I write 
words surge through my head boldly 
can't write fast enough...

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Journals and ledgers
     pages full,symbols,letters,
        making sense of me......

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Surgical reviews, 
notwithstanding, 
relapses of cliche 
should be confined 
to private journals, 
read once, 
with delusional sighing, 
then burned to prevent 
the spread of infection....

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Picture frame the moments. 
In diaries write them down. 
Hold on to such with all you have
for times will come around,
when they will be all that you have
to make it one more day. 
And on that day let all else go…
then you will find the way.
...

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The sparks will fly
and often mystify
when dreams
give birth
to words
unspoken

Fairy tales come alive
mixed with nations lore
and the melody
of the two worlds
blend true
 
In dreamers wanderings
one wants not
for the other
as love transends
the journals
of time...

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Within an old box
in my musty, dark basement;
I found my journals.

So many- sad, I held one,
a dusty book of dead dreams.

__________________
April 9, 2017



Tanka/"Dusty"
Copyright Protected, ID 891013


One Tanka
Rick Parise

Fifth Place...

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Within an old box
in my musty, dark basement;
I found my journals.

So many- sad, I held one,
a dusty book of lost dreams.

__________________
April 9, 2017


Poetry/Tanka/Lost Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9958-23-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym....

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the day before her wedding
Pandora found her mother’s loony box
there were journals about her bi-polar condition
and her suicide plans.
We were glad she kept it silently locked
did not read it on that day
or any other day,
preferring to burn it unopened
after she had been married for fifty-six years....

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Soul Decisions


Decide-
The time to arrive,
Keep the right from the left;
Begin from begin,
         ….and never regret

Decide-
The time to depart,
Don’t look right or look left;
End at the end,
         ….and never regret

_________________________________
5/19/03
(found this in one of my many journals!)...

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My gender’s not the fairer one,
my student status ... past,
mine is not the voice of region
nor a specific caste.

No network calls me “one of us”
nor seeks to mollify,
I'm not considered ethnic, thus
I do not qualify.

The journals, competitions and
calls for anthology
don’t explicitly ask for bland,
old, white-guy poetry....

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Romans I loved to write,
Why do they now irritate me?
I loved reading books,
Why do they know feel like a waste of time?
Journals I kept looking at,
Why do they now seem cringe?
Colors pink and blue my favorite,
Why do they seem trying to get attention?
Being good in school,
Why has it become a failed attempt?

What did you do to me?
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This new year
I tuck you away
Like a sweater I no longer wear
 
You whose squiggly ink
occupy hardcover journals
I cherishingly placed 
on a wooden bookshelf
 
You I've outgrown
You a place I no longer go to
You who are fading with time
 
Leaving only faint lines in my psyche
From where I draft new ideas
You the ghost of last year's thoughts...

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as he reads the
morning journals
tasting fresh coffee
while, listening
to Pavane
there i stood
this i
truly know,
that my
daddy loves
me so,
because he
sent me
all the way
to the
university
where i earned
all of my degrees
thus, a Rhodes Scholar
in academia
in following
all of thy dreams
all of thy passions
and i
love you
more, daddy...

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Obsequies final taste; within this secession from a lamentatives covenant....

I took this pomegranate tree and I crushed it to, make myself a natives chalice of wine

Still, it remained bitter upon my tongue so, I spit it into the turning paean sea!?

************************************************************************

....“Terrestrial Journals” *...

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Indigo book store
Its my favourite store
It has many books 
For everyone to read
I could spend hours
Inside this book store

The staffs are cheerful
If you can not find
A book you search for
A staff will bring you
To find your new book

There are items there
Writing pads journals
Pens pencils diaries
Travel mugs and more
A small coffee shop
To enjoy a break...

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Rummaging through the past
In boxes closed by time
Opening all your memories
Of life left behind

Smiles cross your lips
Tears hide behind your eyes
Faded memories come flooding back
Of life left behind

Photographs taken
Moments made eternal
Letters written
Thoughts inscribed in journals

Thinking back
Remembering the good and the bad
Thinking back
On life that you once had...

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Dear Diary, woke up this morning
and opened my eyes
Dear Diary, practiced yoga 
and got lost this in the thythm
Dear Diary, where do I go
and how do I find my way back?
Dear Diary, is it all a thought
and could it be what get life on track?
Dear Diary, these days you're a journal
and I wanna know why'd you change
Dear Diary, it is time to say goodbye
until we meet again another day...

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You want to define Poetry,
behind the safety of your bars

Open the door to your cage,
a world awaits, whose feathers tar

Dusty journals and how-to books,
no longer serve you here

The price of your admittance,
an acknowledgement of fear

With words only as strong
as the impression they leave

And feelings only as sacred
—as memory retrieves

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)...

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You want to define Poetry,
behind the safety of your bars

Open the door to your cage,
a world awaits, whose feathers tar

Dusty journals and how-to books,
no longer serve you here

The price of your admittance,
an acknowledgement of fear

With words only as strong
as the impression they leave

And feelings only as sacred
—as memory retrieves

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)...

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All this time doing everything right,
Then one by one little things fall,
Big things crash,
Everything becomes nothing,
Left with piles of papers,
Hours of research,
Millions of facts and data,
But no completed Research paper,
All the effort,
All the long nights,
Professor and Peer Advice,
Still no Research paper,
Books, surveys, journals, magazines, newspapers,
No Research Paper Indeed......

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You want to define poetry,
  behind the safety of your bars

Open the door to your cage,
  a world awaits, where feathers tar

Dusty journals and ‘how-to’ books,
  no longer serve you here

One price of admittance,
  the acknowledgement of fear
 
With words only as strong 
  as the impression they leave,

And feelings only as sacred,
 —as memory retrieves

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)...

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When siren screams become silent
to ears for which a heart has stopped;
billions of beats - a billion thoughts,
are not stilled, they survive
in pauses that stare, and dreams
        that start awake
and in journals where scribbles trace
where those thoughts rhyme and wander.

There's a sign ahead, at trail's end,
yet no one's there to wake us,
      to say - don't go, but,
we've already moved beyond......

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