Addiction
Poetry by C.R. Dumas
I
completely surrender
I admit that I need you
But you're still a hellbender |
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A
Forgotten Angel
Poetry by J.C. Dumas
He
sits alone pondering the reason for all of his frustrations.
He wonders why he is called another one of
God's creations.
He hides deep inside the black shadows of time... |
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Taking
my last breath
Choking on the bed
Watching the flowers rot dead |
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Bleeding
roses gripping
Beneath the calling
Almost whispering, humming
A moment of beauty |
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The
most average of composition,
Well devoid of spectacle,
Stirs responses most spectacular |
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So
when you say to me
But friend, you need have faith in something!
Know that I have faith in many things |
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Screaming
that would grow to laughing
If only I would let it |
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Oh
to be that summit commanding the horizon,
Keeper of rare snow,
Rising to imperial height.
Oh to be that pinnacle |
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Father
please can you tell me the combination to get inside your mind.
Your childhood secrets that you hold inside
it will make you go blind.
If you don't unlock your inner chamber and
let them all go free.
You will not be able to see the graceful beauty
that surrounds thee. |
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First Dance
Poetry by Diane Bator
I
am on the stage
My back to the crowd
The fear in my throat
My heart pounding loud.
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Fisher
Toll
Poetry by C.R. Dumas
The
gripping tale of Fisher Toll
Came crashing down with a blade |
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Mystic,
melancholy moments
Murmur promise. |
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I
cried out in the wilderness
O my God, where are you?
And you gently answered |
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What
if the sun never rises to kiss the eastern sky?
What if the moon never sits in the night sky
to light my path?
What if the darkness penetrates my soul...? |
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I
look over my thick novel,
Past my polished toes,
At the kids that litter the beach |
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Will
I know privilege or poverty?
Freedom or tyranny? |
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Your
chair now is empty
Your pen lays in silence
No shadows dim the pages of your book |
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Distant
oaks sway on mild gusts
Drawing eye and mind to those gentle hills
and shady trails
But this tree is felled by the recent storm |
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I
might appear to be falling apart
But in fact it's not the start
You are only seeing the ending |
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You
tell me you will give me what I need
But all I crave is your voice |
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When
I died
The stars all went out
One by one |
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Len
the mighty fisherman
Is seeking for the trout |
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Deeply
woven within that page
lie all the moments Len treasured |
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