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E. Addison Hart Poem
Your calm betrayal
forms rivers of crimson tears
that stream down my cheeks.
Your rabid fury
cleaves trails of searing anguish
that blaze through my heart.
It started with me
creating a false idol
in your likeliness.
Perpetuated
by your homily preaching
of a twisted grace.
I shouldn’t have knelt
to worship at your alter
of fallible love.
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E. Addison Hart Poem
I flick the eyeball.
Dad scolds, “Don’t play with your food.”
Donner Party brunch.
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E. Addison Hart Poem
Friction can be tricky
if not applied correctly.
None -
creates a slipping hazard on ice.
A little -
causes a blister on your heel.
Too much -
results in the collapse of a relationship.
But just enough -
will ignite a fire
(outdoors to toast a marshmallow,
or in your soul to propel you forward).
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E. Addison Hart Poem
Cherish who you are
‘cause on one can replicate
your true uniqueness.
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E. Addison Hart Poem
Look in the mirror.
Who is that weathered, old man
staring back at me?
When did this happen,
Life replacing youthfulness
with experience?
Do others see me
as an aged progression
of who I was then?
Or as the version
I have now morphed into -
an antique vessel.
But mirrors don’t lie.
They just show the reflection
of a true image.
So, if I embrace:
“Who I am, not who I was,”
then there’s acceptance.
That gives this old man,
the one with weathered features,
permission to smile.
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E. Addison Hart Poem
Even if obscured by overcast weather,
the full moon
still radiates.
It maintains a steadfast presence
until the building clouds, as they always do,
are dispersed by the wind.
Then the night sky is illuminated once more
so those fortunate enough to look up
will be in awe.
Ignore outside forces
attempting
to lessen your uniqueness.
Reject negativity,
both external and internal,
that questions your worth.
Share what you have to offer
to shine on others,
like a full moon.
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People want a life
with imagery similar
to that of their dreams.
They wish to replace
the everyday, mundane grind
with nocturnal views.
But how do you transfer
all of what slumber concocts
over to your waking hours?
The answer is easy
but hard to initiate -
Just get out of bed.
This stops the dreaming
and starts the changes needed
so you’ll feel alive.
Opening your eyes
let’s you see the wonderment
that’s always been there.
That which can be dreamt
pales in comparison
to that which can be achieved.
Life has vibrancy,
beyond imagination,
if you go live it.
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E. Addison Hart Poem
Always remember:
Dreams become reality
once action begins.
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How many stories need retelling
for this object to achieve sentimental value?
Does importance have an expiration date
that’s reached when no one‘s left to gather in celebration?
How many years must elapse
before this object becomes a family heirloom?
Does perpetuating an affiliation to the past
become burdensome to those living in the present?
How many memories are required
to turn this mundane object into a cherished keepsake?
Does nostalgia become obsolete
after multiple generations are gone?
Is my legacy inevitably doomed
to suffer the same fate as this object?
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E. Addison Hart Poem
Hate poisons the soil
containing the seeds of Hope
you planted today.
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