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Source: Promote Yourself Monday August 26, 2019 Charmed Chaos
Day: August 28, 2019
The Gold
Taking Leave – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: eskipaper.com
“Always ask yourself: “What will happen if I say nothing?” Kamand Kojouri
Taking Leave
Languid hangs the mist
on my sea of tranquility,
my soul becalmed so restful,
taking leave of the six p.m. paranoia,
that hurricane of disruption
lurking in the corners of the mind
nurturing thoughts
as a cuckoo inhabits another’s,
for sanity
best set aside.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
My Lonesome Spot
I drown in your thoughts
He said he couldn’t read me anymore
Because my emotions became his
You’ll never see him here in my tears
My love lingers in the air just above my head
His many words for me are for someone else now
I have a way of doing that
I’m in this state and I shall stay a while
Oh but he was just a shiny thing
Something to nibble at
I tell me myself these things
I’m stupid and naughty
And I play in my lonesome spot
A lonesome for which there is no cure
Perhaps I’ll bury my nose in dusty pages and be lost in poets of old
Pretend all the love was written for me
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Photo- shutter stock
Unrecognizable – #poetry of #life
Why is it I don’t recognize, the face reflected back at me?
What is it about her look, I no longer wish to see?
Sunken, hollowed cheeks, color pale, in shades of white
Turn away, bow my head, I can’t take my ghostly sight
Missing is the sparkle, once, so prominent in these eyes
Replaced by tears of sadness, rushing, falling, from my eyes
No strength to fight the demon, it’s taking all I’ve got
Too weak to go on trying, yet too stubborn, to accept this lot
Determined for a comeback, keep my focus on the prize
Restore myself, back to life, there is no compromise.
Authors note: I am still unwell, trying to find the end of this madness. Four weeks and counting. I know what it isn’t, but not what it is. I see a specialist on Wednesday. I pray I finally find out what demon…
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This Is My Passion ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Poetry
The art of beauty with words
Artistic writing
That stirs a reader’s imagination
Or emotions
I am a Poet
I write to express my feelings
The stirrings in my heart
Become words in my poems
The after of my life
Becomes the present of my poetry
My words express the ice and fire
That exists in the alleys of my mind
My eternal beliefs and feelings
Pour out of my pen
And become the light in my darkness
This is my poetry
This is my passion
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Mon. Aug 26, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
Senryu Floating as a cloud Forgetting what troubles us Is good for the soul Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Mon. Aug 26, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
half way to forever
to mend a heart
to mend a dream
still the river runs
still the stream
pours from my heart
into hers
I met her half way
to forever
the snake
in her apple tree
With a promise
This perfumed English garden
gold and green
with August sun
lacks only the laughter
of a girl
in a summer dress
with a promise
in her eyes.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Ariadna Richards
in the graveyard of one’s heart
in the graveyard of one’s heart
are the skeletons of the past
where only ghosts roam the grounds
part of the world immortal vast
sepulcher upon sepulcher
of dark energy smolders
yet the blood and the body
only grow colder
and in this deep cavity
where my chilled heart lay
a misty path is carved
awaiting the light of day
but no matter where i go
and no matter what i do
my heart controls me
and yours controls you
AN EXPLANATION.
Why am I publishing this guy when it’s not even October yet? I’m not entirely sure. But I just wrote this poem yesterday after I woke up, and I knew it needed to go live on the blog.
Yesterday I had this recurring phrase in my head: In the graveyard of one’s heart. I have no idea where this came from, but I knew this would become part of…
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The Reluctant Poet 