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Never Forget

Eight Line Poem by MissSouls Photo By: Thank You MissSouls for letting me use her picture for my little project, thank you for everything Never Forget Between the pavements she walks, lined by car…

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It is Done

Cigarette smoke dissipating shadows hiding half her face. Blood pooling beneath her heels, “How many?”

“He’s the last.”

Slowly she sinks back into the shadows.

https://heartdeapirate.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/it-is-done/

[heartofapirateme]

The Waystation

Smoke rises from the stone chimney

door creaking open, wrapped in a thick red scarf.

She steps onto the snow filled fields

crackling burning wood behind her.

To the north east, a dew dance across a leaf

bending it with its weight and hanging at the very tip,

slowly its weight bends the leaf to the surface

ripples outwards across the reflective surface.

I’m a wanderer with wear on my clothes

stitches over them and my backpack,

scars and memories etched in body and mind.

A stop is but a transit enroute,

a way station minimalist in construction.

Tracks in water, covered in sand, or afloat in the air.

A deer by the lake, ripples outworth from her mouth,

birds atop branches parallel with the water.

Up the stream bears relax upon the shallows waiting.

She walks towards the water

her clothes loose and baggy

carrying a basket with ease.

I’ve dream of fantastical places

seen a world beautiful beyond imagination

a world no brush can capture.

Wood slowly multiply by the cabin wall

an axe planted on a stump nearby,

an easterly wind blows across the land.

Cool and wet, sunlight breaching the tree line.

Fog dissipating and falling back into the woods,

small pearls shining across the grass.

A cry bellow from the cabin

Frost armour the leaf sides

like thorns on a rose

touching the lakes icy surface, fused.

Not a thing stirs

door creaks open slowly,

a child wrapped in a thick red scarf

weighting heavily on her shoulders.

From the shadows the lady emerged

fresh and filled with vigour,

she smiles at the child

as she plunged into the snow.

The train approaches,

the snow-covered easterly track clears as it rushes into the station,

the sand-covered westerly tracks remain still as the tracks remain barely visible.

I held her hand,

as the train stops before us.

My backpack stitched and weathered, hers’ new and freshly made,

my scarf still around her tiny shoulders.

The doors open

we step forward.

The train leaves the tiny waystation and its two tracks.

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Observe

Fantasy grows ever duller

           with age.

We grow ever cynical and compliant

           with experience.

Search and fail for that moment

           with eagerness.

  Through the eyes of a child,

all is simpler.

A world simple made complicated,

for what?

  Awake from that fog of denial.

Emerge from the smoke and dusts.

Emerge and just observe.

  By the street or atop a great mountain.

Just observe.

No judgment, no sound but the sound of the world.

  Just observe in silence.

As everything turns,

a moment might be glimpsed,

a moment might appear,

a moment of pure fantasy,

a moment of miracles.

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It is not the heart that longs for another. It is the soul, for a heart will stop and rot away, a soul will linger. Staring at her under the lantern lit walkway. Then at our friends, standin…

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The Grizzly Awakes Droopy eyes scan the trees- For his stomach growls.

by wearethenation

The Grizzly Awakes

Droopy eyes scan the trees-

For his stomach growls.

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Sakura Blossoms Signalling the Hanami- The old shall linger.

by wearethenation

Sakura Blossoms

Signalling the Hanami-

The old shall linger.

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For Them

 Remember the days, remember them,

remember the days when we were without worry.

The days when we live in blissful ignorance,

days with no strings attached.

 Now, every twist and turn a wall we face,

where laws of both said and unsaid assaults us,

where logic have become twisted and abstract.

I’m here, sitting with you, joking eating laughing crying, sharing,

not to go against some higher power or someone behind a majestic desk.

 No, I’m here for the young ones.

For the children, for the future yet to come,

we’re fucked there’s no denying.

Our generation, perhaps the most influential,

here the balance is tipping,

a crossroads in history.

 To raze or rise the generations to come,

not to save the world.

For it’ll be here with or without us,

we’re the ones who should change not the world.

 For a chance at innocence free from worry,

free from prejudice and borders.

Where we’ll be free from mindless deaths and hatred,

where we’ll all be understood and equals.

 So…

Should we start?

https://heartdeapirate.wordpress.com/2017/07/08/for-them/