Metaphor Work Poems

I've never feared a man, who went to work in boots,

Nor one that worked the fields, who grew vegetables and fruits,

 Instead be on guard,...

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To see monied power
In seeing from a higher order of Things
Fog still remaining fog, just thinner

What’s this found as now seen?
Just trying to get ahead

A...

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Sing for me a bedtime song
One that puts me, in peace to sleep

Let life smooth over all past that’s wrong
So tomorrow’s days safe keep.

And I...

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We write to you, your elfin crew,
To wish you joy and cheer!
For Christmas is upon us now -
The climax of our year.

We've toiled together -...

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clash of egos,
differences 
of perspectives 
stalls fluidity.
a partnership dissolves 
ideas 
once a mountain stream 
flowing 
seamlessly,
now a trickle;
static electricity.
synergy,
at rest;
in a state of stagnation.
they've assumed...

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it's up to the reader to offer life
to my hardworking pure verse
if today I live as distant poet
my amicable poetry is at sight...

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True spirituality is feeling 
and believing even not seeing
not experiencing, making mistakes,
but persevere believing and evolving,
 In the continuous effort for intimate reform ...!...

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you planned your race
to run at pace
and win at any cost
but ran too fast
and finished last
so the prize you sought was lost.

had you taken time
to...

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the pen writes
 with immense effort
the verse...
poet rejoices
of poetry.
done
 after......

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Heavy

A mass weighs on me
Heavy clouds seeking to be free
Thick and grey the eye can not see

Flash

Rocketing streaks of electricity
Pounding bolts in a crazy spree
Uncontrollable...

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when kissing  flowers
 the bees pollinate with love
  receptive nature...

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It's night,
I'm at work
birth of ideas,
I'm collecting
words for present
to the eyes that read me...
I select all
words that
express all
love I have,
for all those
who follow me,
who listen...

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The water calls out
Needing to take your hand
But I know how it ends
So come back to dry land.

Drifting out further
You can’t feel the bottom
Tears mixed...

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Exhaustion drips its weary head
Shrouding me with desolate apparel
A forlorn wardrobe of melancholy blues
Colors of emotional peril.

Indifference holds my body still
Unconcerned with the cold
Distant journeys...

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A man attracted to the sound of waves
Ended up to live in the lighthouse
Since then
His job is to hang the things
Floating in the ocean

At this...

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