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Browning
I walked a long the weary lane,Of Browning trees as Autumn came.Alone with my dog and black thorn stick, In a nearby field where rabbits sit. They danced and played in the Autumn leaves, That fell like snowflakes from the trees. A burst of speed and a violent roar, And rabbits sit and play no more. A tall pine tree the wind brought down , to lay in contrast with the brown. But the brown again will turn to green, Where Autumn leaves so brown have been.
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
Bah·rain
Persian
Gulf
pearl
urban
from
ancient
times
between
two seas
of salty
tears that
rain down
unrelentingly
while freshwater
springs up like hope
bubbling to the surface
may this aquifer remain
an oasis in the dessert
as the sands of time
blow across the
seas
Gulf
pearl
urban
from
ancient
times
between
two seas
of salty
tears that
rain down
unrelentingly
while freshwater
springs up like hope
bubbling to the surface
may this aquifer remain
an oasis in the dessert
as the sands of time
blow across the
seas
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
For poets, Frenchsilk, moonlight31, and all others who add their salt to the mix.
what's in a W.O.R.D.???
what's in a W.O.R.D.
Warts
Obviously
Require
Drugs
Women
Often
Remember
Dreams
What
Occasionally
Removes
Discouragement
Witchcraft
Occultism
Resembles
Death
Wacky
Observations
Ridiculous
Definitions
What
Other
Remedies
Develop?
Warts
Obviously
Require
Drugs
Women
Often
Remember
Dreams
What
Occasionally
Removes
Discouragement
Witchcraft
Occultism
Resembles
Death
Wacky
Observations
Ridiculous
Definitions
What
Other
Remedies
Develop?
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Just a chance to exercise your creative acronym talents
Loving Hearts (Shape)
Loving______Hearts
Is where____live starts
For just one moment in time
Let me know that you are mine
And safely in your warm embrace
It makes my heart begin to race
And when walking at your side
Fills me with a sense of pride
As I hold you close at night
Our dreams take flight
Guided by above
True Love
Is where____live starts
For just one moment in time
Let me know that you are mine
And safely in your warm embrace
It makes my heart begin to race
And when walking at your side
Fills me with a sense of pride
As I hold you close at night
Our dreams take flight
Guided by above
True Love
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
An attempt at a poem shaped like a heartThreadbare.
a piece of me caught onto you
when you told me goodbye.
you expected me to stay,
then to run right after.
full speed ahead, tugging that piece of me;
again, you neglected to even notice
that I am unraveling,
threadbare, becoming
a single thread;
just a thread
trailing
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..e
...h
....i
.....n
......d
y o u .
when you told me goodbye.
you expected me to stay,
then to run right after.
full speed ahead, tugging that piece of me;
again, you neglected to even notice
that I am unraveling,
threadbare, becoming
a single thread;
just a thread
trailing
.b
..e
...h
....i
.....n
......d
y o u .
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Posted: Jun 2010
Post Commentmary had a little lamb
Years ago I sang that nursery rhyme
Mary had a little Lamb
and it was such a soothing song
I was able to feel at peace within my self
Now I meditate and practice concentrating
I have met my Mary
I love her
and I want to be with her
This is a happy moment in my life
Thanks to all who have contributed
The little lamb whos fleece was white as snow
joyful melody wonderful lady
White is a happy colour
everyone likes to be happy
sincerety and positive thoughts
God bless all the sheep in the world
as the song goes
we are poor little sheep
who have lost our way
Baa---baa---Baaaaaa
Mary had a little Lamb
and it was such a soothing song
I was able to feel at peace within my self
Now I meditate and practice concentrating
I have met my Mary
I love her
and I want to be with her
This is a happy moment in my life
Thanks to all who have contributed
The little lamb whos fleece was white as snow
joyful melody wonderful lady
White is a happy colour
everyone likes to be happy
sincerety and positive thoughts
God bless all the sheep in the world
as the song goes
we are poor little sheep
who have lost our way
Baa---baa---Baaaaaa
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
the lord is my shepherd there is nothing that I wantMary is the best little lamb in town
we are itemized
and everything is all good
God bless the beast and the children
All One (Definition, Triangular, Nonet)
A
single
u n i t y,
a oneness, all
encompassing, sums
everything we now own.
Possessions of no value
defining how we are assessed.
Judged, without the monad of our souls
single
u n i t y,
a oneness, all
encompassing, sums
everything we now own.
Possessions of no value
defining how we are assessed.
Judged, without the monad of our souls
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
Definition poetry as the word suggests, defines the subject.Triangular poems, are one of the shapes you can make a poem conform to, in shape or concrete poetry.
Nonets are poems of nine lines, where the first line is one syllable, and you add one syllable to each subsequent line, until the ninth line has nine syllables.
MAMA MADE ME
THOUGH SHE IS GONE
SHE USED TO TELL ME WHEN WE WERE ALONE
THAT DRUGS GOT NO MEDICINE
THOUGH SHE IS A WOMAN
SHE RAISED ME TO BE A MAN
WHO CAN STAND AND FIGHT ON MY OWN
THAT'S WHY WHEN I WAS A KID
SHE USED TO KNOCK MY HEAD
WARNING ME NOT TO SMOKE WEED
OTHERWISE MY MIND MIGHT SLIDE
THOUGH I AM NOW OLD
I STILL MISS HER INDEED
SOMETIMES I CRY WHEN DAYS ARE WILD
IT'S A DIFFERENT MOOD
CAN'T EXPRESS IN WORDS
THOUGH I AM STILL MORNING
IT REMINDS ME BACK TO THE BEGINNING
WHEN MY LATE MOM INFRONT OF ME CLAPPING
WHILE I TRY TO WALK AT THE SAMETIME TALKING.
FOR MY MOM. 1949-1996
SHE USED TO TELL ME WHEN WE WERE ALONE
THAT DRUGS GOT NO MEDICINE
THOUGH SHE IS A WOMAN
SHE RAISED ME TO BE A MAN
WHO CAN STAND AND FIGHT ON MY OWN
THAT'S WHY WHEN I WAS A KID
SHE USED TO KNOCK MY HEAD
WARNING ME NOT TO SMOKE WEED
OTHERWISE MY MIND MIGHT SLIDE
THOUGH I AM NOW OLD
I STILL MISS HER INDEED
SOMETIMES I CRY WHEN DAYS ARE WILD
IT'S A DIFFERENT MOOD
CAN'T EXPRESS IN WORDS
THOUGH I AM STILL MORNING
IT REMINDS ME BACK TO THE BEGINNING
WHEN MY LATE MOM INFRONT OF ME CLAPPING
WHILE I TRY TO WALK AT THE SAMETIME TALKING.
FOR MY MOM. 1949-1996
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
I WROTE THIS POEM WHEN MY MOM PASSED AWAY, AT THAT TIME GOT NO DAD TOO. I WAS AN ORPHAN. SO ALL MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN READING IT. KEEPING IN SIDE MY LOCKER. TRAVELLING WITH IT EVERY WHERE I GO.IT HELPS ME WHEN I AM DOWN. I AM IN MY 40S BUT WHEN I AM ALL ALONE AND DAYS ARE COLD STILL REMEMBER HER AND WHEN I RECITE IT I SEE MY CHILD HOOD AND LAUGH.
Irish Smiling Eyes
Deep millponds of self-criticism and undiluted love
Razor Blades that cut through the tendons of sensation
Protected and hidden by time and mind
Deep intense scars run between the shoulders
Nothing is revealed in words……All behind delighted eyes
Fatally wounded together in time and place
Love for lost soul mates and all humankind
Something is mine and mine only to share
Secretly tucked away in my heart
Nothing is revealed in words…..All behind secret eyes
Curling lips wave gently into a pleasurable smile
Positive body shape piloting towards intimacy
Searching eyes see my ruptured ligaments
Sensations sting muscles once severed
Nothing is revealed in words………As my smiling eyes.. see
Geoffrey Brinton 01.09.18
Razor Blades that cut through the tendons of sensation
Protected and hidden by time and mind
Deep intense scars run between the shoulders
Nothing is revealed in words……All behind delighted eyes
Fatally wounded together in time and place
Love for lost soul mates and all humankind
Something is mine and mine only to share
Secretly tucked away in my heart
Nothing is revealed in words…..All behind secret eyes
Curling lips wave gently into a pleasurable smile
Positive body shape piloting towards intimacy
Searching eyes see my ruptured ligaments
Sensations sting muscles once severed
Nothing is revealed in words………As my smiling eyes.. see
Geoffrey Brinton 01.09.18
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
This is the first poem I have published. I have never had a lesson. I just find words for my thoughts and write.Please offer constructive comments.
Life is a very long curve
Geoff
ALL I HAVE LEFT
all i have left from my in home theft are sweet memories. i lost everything from gutter rats known as the north miami bch police who knocked on my door with guns drawn while hiding behind ski masks. i tried in vain to bring these marauders to justice but no luck so far but i"ll never give up. what did i do wrong to make this happen? it destroyed me and took everything i cherished.i had been living at the residense for 2 years and i had a receipt for the rent i had paid the day before.i pray that someday things will go my way,and the lord will say it"s time,i can"t let this trajedy go unpunished. down with the north miami bch police dept and forever shall they burn in hell.
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
i bring this to everyones attention cause i do not want this to happen to anyone elsePoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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