3 Copper Coins, And The Kite Caught In The Telegraph Wire
The man was
handsome, intelligent,
and good in bed.
But he just
had nothing
to say.
And all of his days
were the same.
Monochromatic
introspection followed
by a sort of smothered
self-expression.
He never
felt like himself.
And he always felt
worried about what
other people thought
about him.
Who even was
he?
His routine?
His career?
His interests?
His beliefs?
Beliefs?
The man had
no beliefs, the
man didn’t need
to believe.
For if he started believing
in something, he may have
actually needed
to
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Categories:
telegraph, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Face Telegraph
this is where my tale wings away
past the clutches of the irascible Chadwick
up past the hinges and the curly cue
and its vocabulary roofing tiles
preparing to adapt once again
placing the bellows against the embers
possessed by a holy fervor
that could lay waste to nations
in an orgy of justified non-compliance
defying statistics and trivial desire
their suggestions a camp fire
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Categories:
telegraph, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
The Telegraph
The Telegraph
How does it feel; it must be unreal
For a Chaplin to knock on your door
Then to place in your hand a short telegram
That says that your loved one’s no more
Then for how many days are you lost in the haze
Rereading those short little lines
How can they be true; this can’t happen to you
Oh, how
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Categories:
telegraph, life, lost love, life,
Form: Rhyme
Biking To Telegraph Hill
My bike was transportation; Mom didn’t drive
But sometimes I sped off on an adventure
To Telegraph Hill the miles were only five
Big sis and I made the ride a joint venture
What she didn’t know was the trek was uphill
Although one could coast nearly all the way back
The journey before us sis tried to fulfill
Red faced, she
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Categories:
telegraph, sister, sports, me,
Form: Narrative
Telegraph Poles
Telegraph poles
Derelict each in their own way
Watch the Forest creep around
Mountains watch them rot
Trains skitter past
The River pays no mind
Dragging their wires on the Ground
Useless
Many miss glass eyes
Many hang their arms
Some have fallen
None talk
No more dots and dashes
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Categories:
telegraph, time, travel,
Form: Free verse