Poetry

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Ode to immortality So vulnerable to decline,Made of clay- ManWalks life as a passerbyTil Time clears his footprints-And Dust wears his dust out. Worm food's underground;Yet, his deeds remain crownWith subtility will carve in stoneTill their echoes in history echoesUp to curse or to praise. S.C.P.Biba

Poetry

Mood #poetry #poem #iamwriting #villanelle

Mood As memories twinkle remembrance fords,Her eyes close their curtain. Her soft night glows;The errant soul dances on witty cords. Summer's drowsy breeze numbs her stifled wordsLet her weary heart proses its bores. SoHer memories twinkle remembrance fords Fall teases her undead leaves with his swordsVenom winds evisc'rate her green in slowThe errant soul dances… Continue reading Mood #poetry #poem #iamwriting #villanelle

Poetry

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white paperInkless penClock on the wallStrikes in the heartBrain goes blankEyes lose sightwalls of blank…Built up White ideas hoverOver onThe white wallsReason by the blank brainSee by the blank eyesWritten…On the white paperWith inkless pen Leaving the roomBashed like Dickinson'birdScars and fears roamPast ghosts daunt the presentThe past doors wide openWornout dreams fall apartPast and… Continue reading #poetry #poem #iamwriting #freeverse

Poetry

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Deed Let yield to the dictate of TimeThat all entities breathe then die. That nothing in its state stands stillWith time all submits to God's will. From fair to unfair all mundaneYet deed will follow, will remain. A Rose's relish for an hour throneWhilst its true scent will carve in stone. S.C.P.B