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The Sword That Cuts Down Scepter and State

When among men will come the cost of deeds?
what mad pursuit of silk and gold is this
that we, we happy breed of men have let

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 10, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inRevolutionary PoetryTags:revolution, Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on The Sword That Cuts Down Scepter and State

The Compass

My conscience is a needle’s point
that is thread through the days behind;

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inEveryday Things, Poems about life, UncategorizedTags:Metaphor1 Comment on The Compass

The Crib

I must have toddled as well as the best,
but being uneasy by my crib

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inEveryday Things, Revolutionary PoetryLeave a comment on The Crib

To Future Lands

I’ve heard the talk of proof that is puzzling you

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inPoems about life, UncategorizedTags:creation, Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on To Future Lands

Yellowish pad

My breath fogs the window,
some promise out of science
has arrived,

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 16, 2020Posted inEveryday Things, Nature Poems, Uncategorized PoetryTags:Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on Yellowish pad

On Loss

I wished to see your smile,
but got only pain the while—

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inLove Poems, UncategorizedTags:loss, love, Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on On Loss

Visions of Dust and Dirt

It’s things grown old that hurt my bones,
a spread of green can easily fold
to visions of dust and dirt, and worse.

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inMetrical VerseTags:Uncategorized Poetry, villanelleLeave a comment on Visions of Dust and Dirt

Blue Birds of Love

If I)
May make my heart

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 15, 2020Posted inLove PoemsTags:love, Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on Blue Birds of Love

Chicago Poet

Among the smoke and fog of a coal fire,
the steel and the city

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inUncategorized PoetryTags:Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on Chicago Poet

Doomed

Some say the times are changing fast,
Some say they always have.

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 9, 2020July 16, 2020Posted inSocietal Collapse poemsTags:history repeats, Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on Doomed

The Gallows

Let the elite country clubs become grave yards.
Come and erect the boards,
and let low the noose, and let known the deeds

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 8, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inRevolutionary Poetry, Societal Collapse poemsTags:revolution, Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on The Gallows

I didn’t say

Sometimes love is cliché.
Damn the cost of being so young,

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 8, 2020July 16, 2020Posted inLove PoemsTags:love, poemLeave a comment on I didn’t say

Should I Compare You To a Winters Morn – Sonnet 18 Shakespeare Mirror

Should I compare you to a winters morn?
You are more bitter and more discontent

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 7, 2020July 16, 2020Posted inMetrical Verse, UncategorizedTags:gold digger, Sonnet, Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on Should I Compare You To a Winters Morn – Sonnet 18 Shakespeare Mirror

A Pharaohs Rise

Among the worlds most pressing ruins I have seen
artifacts come rising as phoenixes
to part their form from the fierce driven wind
and sand that whirls around in its dying

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 7, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inScience Poetry, Societal Collapse poemsTags:Archaeology, Mysteries, Uncategorized Poetry1 Comment on A Pharaohs Rise

The Stillest Things

The summer crests and meets
fleeting flecks of dyeing dog days,
an era vanishes into the past—

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 7, 2020July 16, 2020Posted inNature PoemsTags:nature, poem, Uncategorized Poetry, verseLeave a comment on The Stillest Things

Tracing that Long Path

Our lives pass like cherry blossoms,
snapped from hurried branch to ripened fruit.
We flit from first to fledged to finished,
put out to ash one hundred years an instant.

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 7, 2020July 16, 2021Posted inEnigmas, Poems about lifeTags:human curiosity, poem, poems, Uncategorized Poetry, verseLeave a comment on Tracing that Long Path

Beeping Machines

My flesh stripped from the bones,
the body miraculous
stands but as a series of groans
and gears in breach of trust;

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 7, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inAging, Poems About Death, Poems about life, Uncategorized PoetryTags:poem, Uncategorized Poetry, verse1 Comment on Beeping Machines

We Wish to be Kings not Free

London Bridge is a symbol for societal collapse and is famous for the Rhyme

We wish to be a king not free
of the autocrat or tyrant’s
immortal knee on our airway—
easier to be chained than change.

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 7, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inPoems about life, Societal Collapse poemsTags:poem, Societal Collapse poems, Uncategorized Poetry, verseLeave a comment on We Wish to be Kings not Free

The Plunge

Around her I was Icarus
with wings alight and burnt to nubs,
now glowing as embers and garnets
as I slowly descend into the adjust
of knowing there is no longer an us
and longing to submit to the plunge.

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 7, 2020July 21, 2020Posted inLove Poems, Short PoemsTags:break up, divorce, on break ups, poem, Uncategorized Poetry, verseLeave a comment on The Plunge

To be

A golden lid on porcelain throne. This toilet is used as a symbolic representation of the madness of kings in this poem

This rusted throne of kings, this gilded smile,
This divine right of blood, this gift of sight,

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Posted byThepoetryofjpJuly 6, 2020July 16, 2020Posted inSocietal Collapse poemsTags:freedom, oppression, Parallelism, Uncategorized PoetryLeave a comment on To be

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