Poetry
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A Poem About Poetry By A Poet
Poets and poetry are like script is to paper -
One is fit for use by the other;
Script and paper go hand in hand -
QUIET & STILL
A middle-aged man of dubious character,
To other's eyes that behold him,
Dressed in fine clothes, fit for a master,
THE SUNSET UPON THE OCEAN
I delight in the beauty of a sunset sparkle,
Across a peaceful endless ocean,
The breeze creating tiny waves,
ALIENATION
My mind got tired chasing trendy ghosts
And everything looks so absurd to me,
Today without a sense becomes a lost
For Shame
Coarse, white sands
Swallowed occasionally by salty, crystal waters
Sky the lightening apricot of the pensive sunset
Virtual
the face I see, I dream
tomorrow I'd love
my fingertips forgot the longing for whispers
Whispering deserter
Last night I deserted the war that was waged between
the entities
were left in the trenches they owned
The Good Days
Today’s a happier day, it’s brighter
Don’t mind the rapier’s sway, don’t fight ‘er
I get up, I go out, I get it done