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I’ve lost something, A frayed and ink smudged page, It falls to the fire Kept kindled through this night Or someone A companion A northern exile Drifting further each moment As the icecaps shed Precious time erodes With the promised terrain The bright thrills of adventure Of some sealed off tomorrow
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The mountainous shame of the past Cascades in the brine In the rolling crests of Caribbean tides Its shades of green Have a curing embrace, Drawing in the brave steps Of an aimless endeavor The warm mercies of the gulf Roll and ramble each dawn Washing out the pained cries, Of one phantom desire
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: About the Author Tammy S. Thomas Creative Talents Unleashed is both thrilled and honored to announce the release of Life Through Poetry’s Eyes by Tammy S. Thomas. Tammy, resides in Virginia and has had a love interest for poetry ever since she was a teen. She has poured her deepest…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: The love is gone Why are we still running in circles here? The feelings that were once true has disappeared Empty halls and shallow walls of a house that was a home Is now filled with cold air No one’s feelings we have to spare Our hearts are cold as…
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Wavering in the heart of youth At the mouth of a bottle Distilled reveries Free the mad world from orbit The unreeling is swift A savory descent To a paradise of vines To walled gardens of vice The mayhem is a killer A demise in the shadows Set centuries apart From the mercies of today
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Tranquility dissipates To the squawking buzzards Circling above in shades of blue They cry out for the boy below Aged twelve Still adrift in a dream Sunbathed and quiet Their hellish refrains Thrive in him unafraid As the cruel apparitions Who pursue him in his sleep
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Far from the tremors of hunger From the gathering storm Golden steeples toll And send me to sleep I’m unscathed, yet tired Cleaved from my roots From the mobs of lost kin Who greet the night hollow Dying often in peace While they sift and they search In the centuries beyond My abundant roads
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? All the best For her bountiful days As she steamrolls poised From shore to shore ? All the very best For whom she seeks Housed in their valor And forged in dismay ? And yet the shadows Lurk, in each rose-laden verse I dispense Bitter-cold and false ? All…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Brenda-Lee Ranta composed her first poem at the age of seven. Throughout her life, she used prose as a means of logging her experiences in a life which has been under ‘constant construction.’ Amazing to her, is that at the age of 58, CTU Publishing Group published her first book,…
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Fatigued, on a noiseless day We nod back and forth Between empty songs And the witchery of sleep We fight for sunlight Then slide silently, To our havens in the shade To our purest of desires To be brought back to life, In the shadow of the world Having lost our spark Our lone chance…
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