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A Loose Collection of Poems

Updated on May 22, 2014
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The Clarity of Being Alone

The light streaming through the rain washed window

never touched your face.

The bedspread was unbothered by your restless sleep

while the door daydreamed and lost interest.

The streets never knew your deliberate steps in

the wake of a bustling afternoon

But I ask in a question, meant for an indifferent ear,

are you really out there?

Do I dare contemplate the day your foot met the artificial pavement, or when

the door greeted the grip of your nervous fingers upon the tarnished doorknob?

Is it silly to wonder about the night that surprised the bedspread

with fervor and longing as the sun strode into the room

just to look in at you with a curious warmth?

Is it tiresome to dream of things that haven’t happened yet,

Or will a premonition be the kindling that starts my burning heart?

As I ask these questions of the universe, I play upon the idea

that the only way all of this imagining isn’t for nothing

is if you are out there wondering the same.


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Th Kodak Perspective

A family set under the sun

waiting for the stillness to break.

Through my eyes the scene is momentary

and untouched by the dangers of people

and problems that linger at the edge.

You see only what I show you.

But I don’t make the final decision.

Hands point me at moments like these.

I was designed to capture what the mind couldn’t.

For the brief, flawless, instances in life

are the hardest to hold on to.

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Two Haiku and an American Sentence

The earth breathes through trees,

shaking leaves, as I remain

motionless beneath.


The cool ground shudders

as the train charges past the

deep river valley.


My hands grip grass as you shield me from the blinding rays that stain your back.


American Haiku

My toes meet the edge

of the fierce grey cliff

as a breeze loftily blows me over.

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Veiled Alleys

Leadership demands control

as money tips the scale in favor of the pistol.

The crystal and bud demand addiction

as the shattered filter through their conviction.

Quality water demands fewer purchases

as leaks show the holes in our resources.

I demand answers

as my heart yearns for a worthy advancer –

willing to explain the neglected debris

left here by our maker.

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Losing My Mind

My mind wanders

On the banks of insanity

The fluid rises above my eyes

Distorting the view of all that matters


On the banks of insanity

The pools of people gather

Distorting the view of all that matters

Perception drips through the cracks


The pools of people gather.

The fluid rises above my eyes,

as perception drips through cracks.

My mind wanders –

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College Fridays

The fellowship of chin to bowl.

my knees on the cold tile –

Flushing away any semblance of soul.


The night guards go on patrol,

a blind eye to the teenage lifestyle –

The fellowship of chin to bowl.


The door opens to usher in the mold,

of those that choose to stand trial –

Flushing away any semblance of soul.


The cups are thrust and hold,

an unknown concoction of Frat guy’s guile –

The fellowship of chin to bowl.


The music booms and extols

the behavior that only leads to bile –

Flushing away any semblance of soul.


I know my place in the whole,

but still, I’ll stay awhile –

The fellowship of chin to bowl.

Flushing away any semblance of soul.

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Beam of Light to Catch

Light erupts from my chest.

My arms and feet are alive with the moment,

dancing to the beat of my heart.

I see the key fit into the lock.


My arms and feet are alive with the moment,

twitching like the second hand on the clock.

I see the key fit into the lock.

The door opens at my slightest touch.


Twitching like the second hand on the clock,

waves brush my cheeks with tentative colors.

The door opens at my slightest touch,

Then falls away as I slip through the floor.


Waves brush my cheeks with tentative colors,

dancing to the beat of my heart -

then fall away as I slip through the floor.

Light erupting from my chest.

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      Taylor-Cate Brown 3 years ago from Scranton PA

      Thanks!

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      Jo B 3 years ago from USA

      Very well written, awesome work love!