Tag: dailypoetry
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Tranquility
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Psalm to The Conceitful
His words seethedout of the smooth frame of his mouth.Indifferent he seemed. Malignant winein due timethrown off the mantle. His literary calculationsmark nor betteror worse to his transfigured ego.To the placeswhere we’d go.To the lengthsthat he’d goto see his ownseeds grow. “What a selfish man am I!”He’d say.But by the way he stroked this melancholy,there…
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Small Man With Yarn Hands
He’s not your friend,but he’s a friendly friendthat strings curious threadsin the very threadsof your soul. As a coat of many colors,you’ll be wearing him. Stay-in pocketsand frayed endscatch the windand shows that this isnot in good fashion. -j.broadway
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Anon, Ruler of The Pious People
Red-faced god;cloaked followers asunder.Hungered grinand toiled plunder. His rotating faces surfaceand submerge.Through the sea of fabric,changing expressionlike a curse. His power rises like the tides.Unpredictable,as his spindly hands rise.verbum Domini manet in aeternum“And I am God”His cracked lips purse. A cross;symbolic of the times that were.A sacrifice for irony.Gilded green robes;for the ones that deserve.…
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Goodmorrow
Light crossed his frame.Inlays, each waygave. To palpablesensationalism. Rays contemptfrom each murky scentof rotting pride. Smoking in the dark.His lost art;through yellowed teethand smiling decay. It was never supposed to be this way. -j.broadway
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North
Oaken bearer; leaves decay.Orange and crimson paintedthough wanted, May. Northern power,nature like this resides.Beautiful in the way it dies.Unlike western forest framedperpetual depravity. Unalike to be reminded.How homeward sandand sweltered landbequest by thoselike-minded. -j.broadway
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Eden
Eden is seceding With every branch toking at will burning a fire that bests its successor With a bellowing death sentence it subsides it’s suicide one more fateful day Putting out this morning’s bout they travel on A calvary of climbing trees root their knees to other seas of green and as beautifully as they…
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Enfermo
Por qué es soy razonable cuando estoy en mi mejor momento Soy un pájaro sin alas Volador Que cae Estoy enfermo a causa de las personas que viven en la angustia la suerte que tienen que ser moderna rica y alimentados Es una tragedia lo demás; una farsa porque veo lo afortunados que somos pero…
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Splïnter
I am centered on the center of my ever aching splinter In my mind As it rains and it pours the thing I can’t ignore Is this splinter of frayed knowledge and unguided wisdom – J.Broadway J.Broadway © Copyright © Julian Broadway 2016 (image: http://www.pinterest.com)
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Gogh
Free expression is an excessive obsession I digress my addictive personality is at rest Until a plume of mess Previously marked as do not distress is unraveled in a disharmonic symphony __________________________________ The disproportionate The unfortunate bitter better bastards of bulimic states Irate It’s too late It’s two dates Short It’s a faceless expression in…
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