Toll Poems - Poems about Toll

Immortality a panacea if not for the cost — mortality (Dreamsleep: May, 2025) ...

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We beat our drums to the sound of the bell But we can not copy the sound So we'll dance, and sing in celebration For peace has finally come With the fog cleared up We can see the truth Together we wait For the islands' singing voice to sing again When the bell tolls The story will repeat again Over and over again As we sing...

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My soul’s confession knows no ordinary penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—. I doubt my own can judge the cemetery of bygone thoughts, dead dreams, and funerary pathways—twisted in patterns twice entwined through one and another—lurking behind my steeple-belled conscience. On the contrary, sermon is held just out of sight of that sinister scene. By holy spirits...

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To cross the bridge to paradise you must pay the toll. to pay the toll, you must have money. To get the money, you must work all day. To work all day is to have no time. to have no time is to have no passion. to have no passion is to have no joy. To cross the bridge...

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Hallow here the toll bell ring The ferry man has my name Beware the lies Lucifer brings You only have free will I tasted just a little bite Now he comes with all his might Slowly cancer sinking in Oh the price to pay for sin You can't hold back the universal debt ,a price to pay, I always knew about this day Was it...

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Special soul....Come on over I'll let you know... I see all your beauty It's the infinite roll... I'm here without you Love takes it's toll Love takes it's toll Love takes it's toll Church bells ringing I'm hoping I'm believing That Maybe some Summer day you'll come my way Love takes it's toll Love takes it's toll Always and again my doors opened Come on in Maybe...

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The last breath The last death The last phone call The last fall The last funeral The last burial The last roll The last poll The last smile The last style The last flight The last rite The last crap The last stop Alas! Somewhere There is a last That we can bear We need the past To move on in life After a barmy gaffe We weep and we laugh As we sail solo on...

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Hiding in a shadow The light forever near My world is pothole bound Restraining hope with fear Dirt roads of my memory Training wheels unsure Rolling forward falling back Beyond — the lion’s roar (Dreamsleep: November, 2024)...

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The angel works the tollbooth Exclaiming commands for change They are a barber on the side with faded tattoo arms Holding shears made of fire coated in silent pious rage Hiding blood in their thermos Waiting for a Judgement day ...

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How dark the air that winter brings to bear Its dampness crawls into my very soul A sickly moon attempts some light to share As through the mist a bell begins to toll Against all odds, in saturated air A moth flits round the incandescent glow Of a candle flickering in despair From witnessing that masochistic show A fledermaus is beaten to its...

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You often are anxious 'Bout what tomorrow wombs Bearing in your burly bosom The scrap of fractured dreams, plus The plight of postterm pregnancy Occasioned by a closed cervix uteri. And another year is gone again; Sailing on a silent sea With the wings of time flapping I let a solemn bell toll For the sum we add is the...

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I only hear your children weep, I only have their dreams. I do not pray my soul to keep, For mine has split its seams. I only see what your eyes see, Your blood upon my hilt, For though you were my enemy, Your death brings me great guilt. I laugh with rapture, unawake, An eerie sort of sign. The lives in war I...

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What price must we pay, To simply be? The toll for existence, Incurs a fee. Each breath we take, Each step we make, Extracts a cost, A price we must pay. We pay for food, water, For all resources consumed, For heat, power, light, For each a debt is accrued. We were born completely free, But, when we opened ours eyes. It was the toll of debt, We saw in...

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Coins falling through the sidewalk cracks. Clanging painfully. Memories are- When I reach the toll. They take credit card. Money is real. Coins are magic. Memories are- Something I have to pay for....

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soaring temperature rising heat embedded streets rising gist gust hot ~ pavements softens cracks waves fervent solace just plain brutally hot ~ Of early dawn and late day, the clouds to winds gives us calm from the heat 8/30/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024...

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