A poem for you


I have to work this Easter April Fools, but I found my mind drifting to a longing I couldn't describe other than through poetry. If you're reading this, it's for you. (P.S. I'm aware of the tense change and I don't care)

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Across the swirling briny pool,
Ever did I look for you,
Shroud of mist cloaked yearning too,
On the shores of Esmerelda

Lost at once, we found a calm,
Having none, but feigning all,
Fearing that which only was
Suggested to be true

Through the dun of promised night,
I heard your distant call.
Had we joined in dreaming flight
On the shores of Esmerelda?

Only time, my teacher true,
Only sure, I am with you,
Only can our course we right
If conscience will we use

So I resign to search and wait,
Where I first stood tall,
Hoping we will meet one day,
On the shores of Esmerelda

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Very nice Pete!

Here's one in reply to you

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Under a balmy sky we weaved,
Roads ahead and behind us as always.
Mourning and celebrating as the seasons toiled,
Overreaching in hunger and resting when replete.
Mornings teased the game back to life,
Gaea and her shores welcoming all who call,
Aether above watches all as he ever does.
Yearning for a storm for his tears to kiss us healed.

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I like it! Very ethereal

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Thanks Pete!

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An American Trilogy - By russell-ville-man (Culburn)

The Boy

The day braces
The boy weeps
All that was
All that left
The time was
The time past
The Boy knew
The Man too
He Saved the Boy
The Man cried too
The day so still

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The Man

Two days left
Graceland holds
The boy
The man destroyed
The gates held pain
A prisoner's reign
A mother's boy
The man destroyed
Graceland holds
All the times
The man destroyed

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Mississippi Son Rising

Tennessee Boy
The Man is silent
Sun rises
The gate opens
The Boy lives
Mother waits
The Man is silent
Suns fails
The gate closes
The Boy Returns
The Man is silent

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All very good, Culburn. I like them as a whole. I'm trying to do more poetry and I don't know what else to do with it but post here.

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Poetry? I suck on poetry

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Can't know until you give an earnest try. The best part about poetry is there are not really any rules. All other writing forms have strict rules, but poetry is freedom.

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That was really great!
Im honored👍

Wish i had one but i seem to have lost most of my writings during my last move
Ill work on something now...

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Thanks, I just wrote it this morning. I also lost a lot of writings not too long ago. Here is one that remember only the first couple lines:

In the days before the lion, I walked without purpose
Asleep, and adrift, behind a scrim of hazy distraction, an insect splattered windshield

That's all I remember, I know there was something later about "shredding star guitars"

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Pretty fine!
I like your stuff

Here's something i just thought up as i was pondering your OP:

'Forever we are
Like the wind and the sea
Strong we will grow
Like a grand Oak tree
So busy our lives!
Like a small Honeybee
Yet we are eternal
The wind whispered to me'

Apologies Pete...THAT was awful
Yours was great though!
Glad you ended up here
You have been class and cool man

Btw...i kept myself up late last night trying to write a haiku and start a thread for everyone...turns out im f'ing terrible at Haiku
Arrgghhh!
I have not given up yet...got family over now so im sort of in and out this evening...once my company leaves i will return and shake the rafters with you Amigo!

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Not too shabby for whipping it up now. Thanks for rappin with me. Come back to the emoji game when you get time, it's my jam!

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Here is a Japanese Haiku I came up with many years ago:

What is a dime worth
If the coin can not be flipped
Not a dime at all

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