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Troy Greece Poem
Some things unsaid by
bamboos quiet in a pose of repose;
there are shivers in the
chords of leaves
unseen by glances from
eyes unread.
And still,
they close and bow,
things must have been
said from the depth of
a heart bursting not with words
but of silence understood
and affirmed.
Copyright © Troy Greece | Year Posted 2014
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each gesture flickers
blazing multicolored tones
huffed breaths sing of olden notes
October shimmers
on marshland pathways bound to gleam
before winter shifts to white
Contest: October Bliss or November Dreams
7 Oct 14
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I reach for you when my soul is dreary
when the choice between "one more time”
and " not ever" leaves me
screaming at the edge of surrender,
white as pale sand , not knowing
what is "right" and what "could have become".
You reach for me when the whitened zephyr
is one last breath – as the tenor
of your voice pulls me from this
empty existence. This haunting ghost
of life’s chapters hisses , devoid of light
slain by a frosty cry dressed as goodbye.
But, should I stand within the realm
of mercy that comes from letting go
or the promise of your grains re-echoing
while brushed in your embrace ...
I choose the quite of my own power.
Sound Of Color Contest
11-26-13
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Behold this hour soaring of bliss that brings,
the first of May adorned, by doves winging.
Contest, Rhyme Battle: Round 6
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while riding a bus
my wallet fell on the seat ---
a man called me thief
Copyright © Troy Greece | Year Posted 2015
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The month of March is a sunshine
pouring as effervescent vanilla
on through the floral pageantry
of tangerine ever glowing--
sun-kissed a golden yellow,
and dashes of the whispering rain
that spice a chilly earth
to waft springtime's minty aroma.
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Recalling today is a token of life's affection,
I bestow a kiss on her paling cheeks
as we pace in a garden, she on a rolled chair-
muttering,"Hello, is there a party out there?"
Incidents shared haze like when we fell in love,
a tingle within from our first- built house ,
the splendor of our newborn's cry --
decades' photographs folded and reopened.
Now,we celebrate in bittersweet ways,
unearthing our dreams and milestones
repeating stories for her to own back , again
just like garden times shining in our eyes.
Roses I cuddle to adorn her. Will she know
a glimpse of time's pleasures---just one bit?
Somehow, she nods like renewed morn
Her eyes glow, " A gift from a friend ,perhaps."
Dated Jan 19, 2017
Valentine-- Form D Contest
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The moon will fade and reset a new day,
but Springtime's rebirth blooms
to remind soil of morn;
when amethyst fields from my window's glass
kissed our wounds in swift depart
leaving abiding ache.
Contest for Through My Window
troy greece dated 1/21/14
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Lazy clouds hang in the sky
But darkness shrouds their evil play
They wander here to me this day
I hear a grumble, not a sigh
An evil breeze has much to say
It led me to this place today
Was just out there she had to die
I reached for her she pulled away
You screamed "It's better now this way"
She didn't even want to try
Her body sank her life was gone
No one could search till the next dawn
She didn't even say goodbye
She sank and now to all she's gone
In my mind I still hear her song
I had no time to even cry
It was ten years ago today
I sit here every year and pray
The darkness now it fills my eyes
It's come for me at last today
Soon I will too be on my way
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Each milestone sees him as evenings enfold
Where crystals touch his soul with chilling cold,
A lantern shines through his painted face
While his robe waves upon a steady pace,
Until he comes to an old trove without doors
Which felt welcoming like glown summer shores,
And he slumbered on grass greener than mould
Through the moon's shaft, he watched God's eyes, behold.
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