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Ragner Pokorney Poem
Extraneous by Ragner Dylan Pokorney
It's sad when your bed is twice your size
It's misery, when your coffins bigger
Left here as Ner'er-do-well
Nervy and full of nettle
Neglect never wanted
Nor I never wanted to give
On a day excused from moving forward-
In that fair moment, exempt from time
It may last a soul's width
In which a soul's width has no measure
The evasion of humiliation
Will only leave us vacant
'Outlandish,' spoken to the radish
Whom keeps under the ground
Our time has been the best part
May our spirits spread
and haunt these places, while our bodys rot
Find the spots, in which we vacate
Far after we have gone
Those nervous quivers again
You try to shake them, in an attempt to break them
More life till death do we part
I can feel a breeze blowing through
And it scares me
It scares me, that it feels like fall today
Copyright © Ragner Pokorney | Year Posted 2020
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Ragner Pokorney Poem
And there you go away again
Onto a place, which only you've been
Where when questions are asked
You're always related back
Answers free of any dividends
And behind a thin white curtain
Which contours the shape of a person
You will touch the most impressionable skin
Of a woman, now trading
Her once bequeathed unwavering stance
For a string of rhythm based movements
Known as dance
The poses she had, most often dreamt about
Were now emotions, she was able to act out
And a silent form, of a lady now released
Coasted through the grounds
Slow and tenuously
And there you go away again
On to a place, where realists lose their minds
And dreamers react to criticism
Never losing their integrity to stay benign
And in the charring foliage of a burning bush
You will gaze upon it's insurgence
From the flame, embers smoldering
From feathers tip to feathers tip
And so wonder envelopes your eyes
Incubated by the hottest fires
You'll succumb to unquenchable thirst
When gawking at a phoenix be birthed
And it shall stretch its wings
And trickle molten lava from its beaks
As it, in a surge
Promptly unleashes it's talons
From the soil beneath
And pay no attention, towards the bird's
Disempowering heat
You're skin would not be scolded
For here any bird is at a disadvantage
By your reach, for in this place
Of which you and only you have been
You can touch the entirety of all that ever is
Copyright © Ragner Pokorney | Year Posted 2021
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