10 Poems in One Sitting

It

A daily journey, around it goes

if it stops, nothing grows

fits locks with phantom keys

boils all the seven seas

 

Unblinking stare,

piercing glare,

Without mouth it eats the air

 

Seems charming, surly

but do not look, or all goes blurry

for even the slightest-shortest stare

will quickly end a fast-paced fare

 

 

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Creature

Short is the time till it reaches greatness

all start out small and faceless

but out of such things all must grow

it does not stop till its a crow

 


Found Poems

1

Dark has not seen the nightfall

sworn word may strengthen quaking heart

or break it

 

Good hearts

stuttering with the cold

keep a diary

a full account;

no laughter and no song

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2

Down the slope

After some miles

In front of them

trees melted away

The road wound

them

like a piece of string

The road goes on forever

he had spent his life

he had never seen a new horizon

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Mind’s endless weave

Misty clouds of thick-rich sound flow in rhythm past black shuttered sky,

each clasping on to strings of thought

and guiding them together into a tight weave full of loops and knots,

so not a strand is left to die

in mind’s endless weave

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Flame

Flames lick at the feet of many

flickering in delight at suck fantastic flavors…

branches,lawns,walls, floors.

tows too

 

Licking,

savoring,

devouring,

utterly consuming.

Flames, much like people,

leave the best for last

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Its life

Dust settles as it must,

air takes up a sower musk

til land yearns for life and flower,

but neither will come without shower

so blood rains from end of knife

but what can be said, life is life

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No Honor

The long hours spent

Oh lord I repent

for I have no honor

have not made a dollar

 

The lives I have spent

Oh lord I repent

for I have no honor

have drained men of color

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Go!

Move along sir

you feeble-mumbling cur

 

one has no place

so leave without a trace

 

here’s the door

go beg with the poor

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The ant goes on a-march’n

The ant goes on foot-by-foot,

The ant goes on a-march’n

If It be rain’n, or there be soot,

The ant goes on a-march’n

If it had lips, they’d be a-parching,

The ant goes on a-march’n

 

 

Because

No more than a minute has passed and he can already hear the sirens echo from outside. He remembers the back door to the Office and sprints there as fast as his stiffened legs would take him. He twists the knob, but to his dismay it is sealed tight. The Desk! He thrusts open the drawers with great speed, searching frantically for the key. No keys. It’s inevitable now. The pistol he just found will serve him well in defense against the cops, and not a moment too soon. The front doors to the store slam open so hard that the glass shatters. Dylan hears two sets of feet clapping against the floor at a hasty pace. He secures a clip and as the first man comes through the opening Dylan goes all-out, killing the man in a matter of seconds. Dylan is horrified by his actions, but wastes no time. He flips over the desk so that the top lies on its side and faces the door. The next cop doesn’t take any chances. He comes in and shoots several times, hitting Dylan in the shoulder. The pain is excruciating and Dylan drops the gun. The cop comes storming in but before he had a chance to do anything else, Dylan surprises him by picking up the gun with his other hand at an incredible speed. He pulls the trigger and the bullet sinks into the soft flesh of the officer’s left cheek, splattering the wall with a thick coat of red.

Dylan lies behind the desk screaming in agony. His shoulder oozing large quantities of viscous, crimson blood. He knows that he needs to staunch the flow before he blacks out or worse but he simply waits for the wound to take its toll. I always did like swimming, he thought as he feels it now against his back. His shoulder has soon pooled enough blood to encase him in a liquid coffin. Life is meaningless when you wake up at five in the morning every day to find yourself in the same hopeless situation as you were yesterday, its better this way. I no longer have to regret.

The Book Fellowship

The Lord of The Rings-The Fellowship of the ring-by J.R.R Tolkien –  published 1954  – 535 pages

I read 306 pages at random throughout the month (not daily, at different intervals)

It was great so far. Definitely better than the movie…  it has a great writing style.

 

The Good Earth– Novel by Pearl S. Buck- published 1931 – 356 pages
I read the whole thing. Its quite a good read and I recommend to anyone comfortable reading at a mature level.

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I’ll have you know that I read other books this month…. I just cant remember which books. I only read the beginning of each one during SSR, and then all the rest of my reading was random research, so there is no point in listing it.

You must be wondering if I met my goal or not. I would say I did; altogether, I read a minimum of 500 pages this month from a variety of books.