tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60790642011-04-21T11:16:38.925-07:00My version of poetryCoreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391020329830520336noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079064.post-1124180784363843212005-08-16T01:25:00.001-07:002005-08-16T01:26:24.363-07:00

The clanking pausesTravel sceased for the here nowWC stench strangles

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Leaf strewn and shadedSnow covered peaks overlookFlashing bluebird streaks

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Our travel pauses but life continues Small children catch my tired eyes First glance illuminates brilliant dress, Angelic countenance. Closer Inspection reveals worn clothes, Muddy complexion and broken toys. Adorable cherubim sharing life My condescending judgmental Gaze is felt. I turn, my shame Enflamed cheeks as red As their natural ones.

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Constant noise assails my drums All forms omnipresent and overwhelming Focused on my own the outside becomes The object of my perusal <!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--> Early morning sun illuminates and warms Dingy buildings crumbing rubble leads to Green and brownfields symmetrically planted Fires burn trash and heat homes fueled by wood trash dung <!--[if !

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A gentle breeze stirs the trees Rippling waves stumble to shore Idle chatter surrounds drowning Wafting island music and crashes. Slowly the sun sinks into the water Orange pink and red rays suffuse The sky, Thatched roofs lend Atmosphere to the scene. Helpful staff enforce pre-happy Hour rush, Thoughts fly Across the smooth ocean and Beyond, What the future holds The

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Undulating clouds Summer heat dissipated Lonely bird harkens

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Country music $2 bottle of wine Heartbreak at every twist and turn Tunes roll over my soul and shoulders Sweet pain of love Courses thru my every cell There will be resolution What that will be eludes me Wine sources meat sweats Stewing in my bile and excretions Ain’t no such thing as answers The road ahead is long and twisted Let it come Maps are of no use Enjoy e’er passing flower

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The sun’s rays waft down upon my shoulders Jimmy Buffet inspired tunes assail my ears A frozen drink chills my hand and throat An aura of calm and serenity pervades all Families rekindle the flame Lovers reignite their passions Locals regale us all for cash At my side sits….? Have I shattered the penultimate love? Or is there a loving beauty at my side? Time alone will tell. Let answers be found!

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Wind tossed touch caresses my chest Unbeknownst to me there is a plan Which I can not see from my view Buffeted by regret and fear I lay my life on the line in every Imag’nible way I can Understood by the few fellow souls Feared for by the many I wage on into comes what may I know not until I reach it Confused, ignorant, lost and alone I make my way without trail Without guide nor machete nor map

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Draconian solitude in the beckoning wastelands. Despair gripping at ankle bones, Dragged along thru the burgeoning darkness. Weight of the bleakened world , Shoulders stooped from the burden. Where o where is the oasis? When will the pain subside? Existence now somewhere between darkness and light. Murkily the sun crosses the sky, Sky darkened by dreams unrealized. Hot dry winds buffet and

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Insightful Moon Standing in the road alone but for the stars, My thoughts jumbled and incoherent at best. Overwhelming sadness threatens from unseen voids Eyes well, lips quiver, heart begins to ache. Reminiscent of forcing down bile on a Sunday morning, Mouth is bitter, regret threatens to overwhelm. I can’t explain these feelings or my need to suppress, Acts long forgotten transgressions

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Casting Lines The line plays out across the waters deep Its goal is to snare the unsuspecting l’il carp The lure holds promise of good food, security But we know that no good will come to the guileless carp. Sinking beneath the rippling surface the bait eases down Teasing our carp and titilating his senses, He moves in to tackle the fishermans bait. A light nibble, an exploration of content

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Heartbroken Darling innocent so meek and pure, Misunderstood and subject to scorn. Ne’er a way for you to be sure Long since a smile on your face has worn A youthful tyke becomes an adult boor. Whose scorn doth cause our flow’r to wilt. Alone in heart like our sighing Moor, If only memory could be kilt. My heart it breaks when sign is seen, I am powerless to vanquish the Pain And erase the

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