Tokens Poems - Poems about Tokens

...MORE THAN EPHEMERA A dusty attic one must reorganise Unlabelled boxes trying to hide There will be at least one surprise A diary and postcard tucked inside A letter from a mother at the end ......Read the rest...

...In the age of the 4IR, they say, "You will own nothing and be happy," Cryptos, NFTs, shares, and memecoins, the array. We chase dreams of wealth, oh so snappy. But hope is what keeps us alive, ......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

...Got a bag of old tokens I keep near to hand They have served me well when travelling through this land Never gets turned down, it's money in their banks Each one is labelled and just simply says "......Read the rest...

...Words I came by a couple of my forgotten friends today. They are words, Mowing and Scythe. It’s about sixteen years! How heartily we relished our time together! Scythe accompanied me, resid......Read the rest...

...Serene silence, its salient feature The sapped bodies snug in solitude. Not a mound of sand and cement. A structure to showcase our reverence and regard and Keep them alive through our thoughts, ......Read the rest...

...Where does death take them those whom you love, the physical self remains, the breath stops and eyes stare, their hearts can hear you no more. No movement. not a wink, no they are not breathing......Read the rest...

...Conation Have you tilted the axis on a new tomorrow Have you changed with intention — the direction of time (The New Room: February, 2024) Round Peg — Square Holes The poetry of ma......Read the rest...

...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2 Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial' translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to t......Read the rest...

...Signs that might be seen as omens send me on my way the daylight waning for today and luck still virgin on display flying close to danger’s coven The wind blows fortune’s empty cast as trackl......Read the rest...

... Time keeps crawling Time thaws fleeting days Days with daisy hope Days where you fall Fall to rise again Fall in perfumed dreams Dreams forgotten Dreams lost in silence Silence that sings ......Read the rest...

...The violence is my addiction The pain keeps me lingering It's like my self-diagnosed prescription Every shade of red now I find it triggering. I want to stop it for once and for all But my bod......Read the rest...

...Constanza Poetry Form Nativity in Piety We first hailed the Nativity To greet......Read the rest...

...(Constanza Poetry Form) The Nativity We first hailed the Nativity T......Read the rest...

... written twelve years ago when yours truly about two score and twelve years old, and fishy financial fiasco about twenty six weeks before being scalloped courtesy villainous fraudster otherw......Read the rest...