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Week 286 (November 15-21). Poems. Topic: Back In Time.
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Suspended in VolumeSuspended like volume
Like soluble water columns
A solemn vow made by a ring and a plow
How now did the saddle break, break these shackles and chains, sooth this violent, dull ache?
For God’s sake it broke the camel; the woman in half!
Daft little apple, she’d traveled so far across the maple to be a participle in the life of someone who’d care less about her struggle under his dimpled thumb
She succumbed to the knife of being his wife
Became the gun that silenced his nimble tongue
Suspended in volume
Suspended in the intolerable grasp melting the clasp around her delicate strong calloused and bruised neck
Checking her faith at the door, while she picked herself up off the floor
Opened the door where her faith had been, where her trust had descended between her sanity and her enemy
Sanctity broken like glass, discarded in the trash
Lasting only as long as the delusion, the illusion wanted it to
Truth scattered in the limelight, grounded up so fine and finite
Suspended in volume
Feeling like a golem between the sheets, careful not to skip a moan or a beat to keep the master happy
While she felt crappy
Skillfully keeping the lapdog sweet and completed
Suspended in volume
Turning it up high
Imagining she could float above the skies like a kite
Instead of a guttersnipe, griping, crawling over the molten ashes of what might’ve been best or worst
Worse than anything she’d already endured
A feral curse; somewhat a price upon her head
Suspended in volume
Like a duck’s back finally cracking from the immensely heavy pressure of letting everything roll off it
Suspended in volume
In rain and sorrow
In languid tomorrows
Like a desperate zero
Who’d finally had to be the destined heroine.
FROM JULIE: A LYRIC POEM: "BACK IN TIME, I REMINISCE."Back in time, I reminisce,
By this railway siding pond,
Musing on rail relics ratting on,
Recalling lives and times bygone,
But memories of their shades linger on,
The lonesome call of distant steam trains,
Eras that may never come our way again,
I see they're gone nowhere in particular,
Replaced by planes and transport vehicular,
I imagine queues on foggy platforms,
Awaiting the misted trains' shadow forms,
Standing by, awaiting the status quo,
I blink my eyes, where did they all go?
Looking backwards on yesterday's tracks,
I'm no kid any more, get off my back,
I reflect and reminisce,
Nostalgia is for the past we miss,
I'll reminisce by the railway siding pond,
I recall the times and lives bygone,
Back in time, as rail relics keep rattling on........
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Title : If I Could...Poet : Edward Davies
If I could go back in time
And change the things I’ve done
I’d study more for my classes
And earn a high 2:1
If I could go back in time
I’d get a better job
I’d say the things I want to say
And not side with the mob
If I could go back in time
I’d ask out all those birds
I didn’t have the guts to ask
And not regret my words
If I could go back in time
To the night we met
I’d impress you more than I did
So you’d never forget
But if I did go back in time
And changed my life’s direction
Improve my goals, achieve my aims
And finish with perfection
I might not end up in your life
Or with this wedding ring...
If I could go back in time
I wouldn’t change a thing
Edward wrote: "Title : If I Could...Poet : Edward Davies
If I could go back in time
And change the things I’ve done
I’d study more for my classes
And earn a high 2:1
If I could go back in time
I’d get a better..."
I really like this one, Edward.
Edward wrote: "Title : If I Could...Poet : Edward Davies
If I could go back in time
And change the things I’ve done
I’d study more for my classes
And earn a high 2:1
If I could go back in time
I’d get a better..."
This poem is a wonderfully-written reminder to live life with no regrets and to keep moving forward. I love this, Edward. You did a good job. :)
Dedicated to the memory of those Parisians who were killed in the recent terror attack.Author: James
Title: Remembrance
In days of old, we guillotined
those who did not do our will.
Now it seems we’ve been struck down;
our head lopped off as well.
When I think of those who paid with Death
my eyes begin to water.
The families they’ve left behind
to go above as martyrs.
The goodbyes, never given
to relatives. To friends.
If nothing else, the crusaders have shown us
how grief and fury rend
the heart, when I think of those who bled and died,
I wonder at the politics today;
that citizens would be targeted
in this most cowardly way.
When my head meets the pillow of this borrowed house we’re in
through history I travel, back in time, to my home.
Down cobbled street I wander in the world of my dreams.
Everything is as it once was; everything is as it seems.
The statues, facades. still standing now.
My people, living dreams.
The markets still sell trinkets,
the courtyard still hosts songbirds,
The dock and yard are clean and well, the ship at tether gleams.
The evilness has gone now, in the world of my dreams.
With jubilant leap, a gull encroaches
on picnic table, laden.
Families laugh and sing in the ever-crisp air.
The innocence of the night is contagious.
The buildings of my memories are standing, proud and tall,
I wish this world still existed
but the hateful have taken it from reality.
All that remains is rubble and ruin
where once I made my home.
But I can still remember.
Hey those were some really endearing, well written poems..."Like statues on the world wide web; each made up of the same material substance as the internet.
If I could go back in time, I would first make sure that they lasted for the decades to read them.
Then I'd read them again..."
-Neal
Tomorrow and tomorrow
by G. L. Wilson
It is too late in the day
for yesterdays.
by G. L. Wilson
It is too late in the day
for yesterdays.
The oddest thing is that I had just finished penning this poem when I decided to check out goodreads after months of absence. Title: Rewind
Maybe in another reality, or if I could turn back time,
I would have been brave enough to caress you like I wanted to,
instead of try to hurt you, like I always did.
Maybe in the other reality, or in the rewind,
I would have noticed you sooner, I wouldn't have been so wary,
and you would have been kinder.
There - or then - we would have been great,
maybe we wouldn't have ended up scorching one another.
(In the other "now" maybe I wake up in your embrace,
to your warm breath against my forehead, and the scent of your skin
-and we want each other like we want truth and glory)
But here and now I always lie that I don't want you,
so in that other impossible reality, in that other time,
I wish we were more real.
Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group.
Your poem can be any length.
This week’s topic is: Back In Time
The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject but it must relate to the topic somehow.
Have fun!
Thank you to Gretchen for suggesting the topic.