Tag: coffee house writers poetry
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Snowfall
As the snow started to fall, I stared back with wonder at it all. The ground untouched as the blanket cast over it, The people settled in home With holiday joy, Keeping faith and staying warm. The conditions of dangerfor the unwary and foolish, Compares with the nicewarmth and safetyof just staying in. Featured image created by Patricia Harris in Canva -
The poem sliced
The words dripped carelessly from the pen, scrawled on the page heedless of the reader’s heart. Slicing flesh clean from soul, leaving such a hole… The poet knew the power the pen contained, only the words could remain. For the poem sliced into the holder of the pen, just as easily, if not more than,those ... -
The Death Of A Small Town Generation – A Poem
Thirteen years ago we walked across a church stageNow, so many of us are deadIraq, Afghanistan, or from drug overdoses[Mostly drug overdoses]Some of them? farming or fishing accidents – ButMostly drug overdosesShe called me on the phoneCame down the stairsTelephone cord like a nooseDid you hear about William?Did you hear about Carolyn?Did you hear about ... -
Anxiety Machine
Opening the computer,just for some fun.Staring at the screen,all the plans are undone. The niggling feelingat the back of my head,that I have work to dopounds at me instead. Robbing me of the joythat I might have had,making me feel likeI am something so bad. So I shut down the machinethat once made me smile,for ... -
I Was Created To Be You
You cannot relateto my pain-molded by fires, createdthrough some ultimate desire.A mold,I was left to fill your desiresand when it did not work,I was told to simply“get over it.” My worldis torn asunder; my lifeunraveled.Years of work and effort madeto seem like less thanthe step forward it truly was. All because it didn’t workfor you? ... -
Forward and Backward: A Poem
One foot in front of the other. Moving with no destination in mind. Sometimes going forward, often walking backward. One foot in back of the other. I watch myself move in this awkward shuffle. Less like a dance. More like stumbling. One foot in front of the other. It doesn’t matter which way I face. ... -
Perseverance Rewarded
Tracks made in the snow Distinct. Wind sweeps it away. Clouds curtain the light The shadows deepen until Sun warms my face and shoulders. -
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Celebrations Of Yule
Sugar plum fairies dancing in glittery lights. Flickering little sprites with fresh green holly adorning silvery hair Circle ’round the Yule log flames Filling this silent night with music, oh so merry and bright as the scent of hot spiced cider warming the frosty air the Wassail cup passes with ... -
Letting Us Down
This world seems to grow colder Human compassion is a thing of the past too many psychotic episodes stuck on rerun focal points disillusioned for the one real spectrum has passed over a world run by the corrupt trying to oust their poorer brothers partners in crime How do these corrupt ...
