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Notes from the Abyss
It's been said that poetry is a history of the human soul.
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Love and Loss, thy name is Death
Why do we fear an ending so near? Because loss is the debt that time makes clear. It’s the creditor’s collector come to say: “Your bills...
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Curtain Call
“All the world’s a stage,” and we its cast, Composed of shadows, our scripts vast. Lines are heavy, our roles unclear, Bound by...
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Lost in thought
I don’t think anyone knows Anything. And certainly not what’s going on Down here. We ponder, we theorize, But how can one know With so...
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Acceptance
This can’t be happening, I refuse to believe, In life’s harsh reckoning From which I need reprieve Is it too much to ask, Is there room...
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Bags
Courtesy of Toriya Walzer See this one here, it’s full of things You packed it up this morning And stuffed as much as you saw fit Grip...
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Truth in stillness
What remains when the story goes? Shiny armor stripped bare, Hearts no longer in throws. To deconstruct our walls and seek to inquire, To...
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Hats
Oh, the hats we wear, In all their shapes and flair! Some are simple, some ornate, Each a marker of our fate. The “serious professional”...
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To have, or not to have
To have or not to have? That is no question, For the answer is obvious, an auto-suggestion. To have reigns supreme, the moral of my...
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The Grand Experiment
In halls where assuredness is expected, I tread the hidden path of scientific expedition. Without the chains of rigid certitude, I...
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Love Is
The pursuit of love is a universal experience, however: Love cannot be found because it was never lost. Love is incapable of asking for...
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Repentance
I’m sorry, God, for I have failed to see your gift within my grasp. You have given me everything, but I choose to look away— greedy hands...
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Poets
A poet’s job is easy, just sit and put word To all of life’s happenings, The quirky and absurd. We point out the faults Of society, of...
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It Never Gets Better
“The grass is always greener.” Then why is mine dead? I yearn for the pastures that grow in my head. I fight and I flail against...
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The Hero of the Light
A boy stood trembling at basement’s door, Afraid of what the dark might store. “Replace the bulb,” mother did say, “And take this torch...
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Soul of the Soil
To say, “Not worth the dirt on my shoes,” Is to cast our most precious foundation away. For I have knelt where wild roots fuse, And...
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The kitchen window
Every morning there’s a party outside the see-through TV above the kitchen sink. The squirrels, cardinals, blue jays, and finches, eat,...
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White
The world wears a white gown, Soft and silent as she moves The heart and soul of any Who oft gaze upon her Subtle brilliance. Branches...
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Blue
There is a castle in the sky, and blue is its king— a color that commands, hues that claim dominion over all the lands. A ruler by...
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Lessons from a flower
A purple flower peeks through the white snow, A point of color on bleached canvas, Signifying winter’s windows have come to close, and...
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