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Quiet Man Cometh
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"Expectantly"
Some years ago I wrote a poem about a puppy, and a ladle, and a pot of soup. I'm quite afraid I lost it; why the puppy still give me looks. MH "Exercises in Frustration" Weight-bearing hands Ask for crushing grip; For something to crumble Between their knuckles. Weightlessness bearing Down on empty palms, Flexing against nothing. MH | ||||
Posted 12-13-2015, 06:32 PM |
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Sent some poems to a local magazine for fun. Got some in but they didn't say which. I'll post the ones that didn't make the cut, here. Maybe. ;)
I'm just kinda yay because it's been a while since I've bothered to do much with writing. | ||||
Posted 12-19-2015, 03:42 AM |
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This is not a poem. (Sorry, Suze)
Been working on actual poems again, though not very fast, or at least not this current one. Part of me wants to say "you know what? It's done" and I'm not sure if that's because I'm struggling for words, or if I feel like I'm done with trying to explaining myself. | ||||
Posted 07-12-2016, 04:56 AM |
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Suzerain of Sheol
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Posted 07-12-2016, 01:10 PM |
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"Oh snap!" Monkey eyes
So surprised; so scandalized; Behold! I care not. :P | ||||
Posted 07-12-2016, 05:17 PM |
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Death's Footman
Dressed in feathers and black tar High-collared grandeur But dour Around fine red A bloodless head A thin skin shroud over skull Long hanging down With patient weight MH Well...now that I type that out I'm not too happy with it. Need to add some things. And then there is this one: "Blue Flowers" By the train tracks Reminds me Of another Derailed train; a corpse Iced over in torpor. And the flowers lift The rail car In their own time, The flowers that grow By the ragged roadside A constant everywhere. MH That last line needs work. Not sure how to work out "everywhere" as a noun, or noun-sort-of-thing...thing. | ||||
Posted 07-21-2016, 03:22 AM |
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Winter Hardy
Hot summer Under my nose The rose smells cool and antique Hot hands root through Cold soil MH. Out doing little bits of gardening this weekend. | ||||
Posted 08-03-2016, 12:34 AM |
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Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 08-03-2016, 01:38 AM |
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Je suis un Imagiste!
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Posted 08-03-2016, 01:54 AM |
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...still don't like that stupid haiku-thing.
I will write a poem of substance just for you, Suze. Give me...oh, say a couple years? ;) | ||||
Posted 09-09-2016, 07:50 PM |
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When I die
Let some horse's hoof Find my skull to stumble on And crush through the roof into The hollow where There was a brain but now Dead sighs And not quite dead intentions Rise like hot canopic ash From a shattered aperture My cave is dust and old thoughts Are their problem now. MH. | ||||
Posted 01-12-2017, 05:14 AM |
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Slightly reminded of the opening stanza to The Byronic Man,
As lonely as a poet on the Wall of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars, I am loath to know it that a man without a soul, is nothing but a spilled canopic jar. Though your poem seems angled away from a libertine defiance of the mores of life. Kind of interesting to juxtapose them together, though. The final lines of both seem to arrive at vaguely the same place, though Filth's is predictably more graphic and I'm not going to repeat it here. Not to mention the whole skull-goblet of Byron's you love to tell me about. :P Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-15-2017, 12:22 AM |
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Well the whole purpose of that thing I understand was to shock people, so why not keep it going?
Also, revised end lines: "My sarcophagus is dust and old thoughts And their problem now" Preference? | ||||
Posted 01-15-2017, 03:56 AM |
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I think Sarcophagus sounds better.
Also, that line evokes one of my own in my mind, I can scream old thoughts with annihilating fascination I can dream incineration and aurora but, pretty sure we're using the term in almost diametrically opposite fashions. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-15-2017, 04:10 PM |
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Thoughts on the change from "are" to "and"?
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Posted 01-21-2017, 05:49 AM |
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Oh, I didn't even see that before. "Are" sounds much better.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-22-2017, 04:27 AM |
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