jdmccafferty, to random
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9 June 1498: John Skelton ordained (eebo)

literarypug, to poetry
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At museum school,
we learn how to stand
still.

A career in
what was, will be the
next thing.

Wear evolution like an
ugly holiday sweater,

nearby

copies of the tools of
the times carved from
obsidian,

with screens.

It’s ok if our thumbs
move.

Realism.

#5amwritersclub #poetry #poet
#poetrycommunity #writer
#writingcommunity #poem
#poetrylovers #poems #amwriting #smallpoems

jdmccafferty, to random
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8 June 1627: Magdalene Herbert mother of George, #poet, buried in #Chelsea #otd

On 1 July John Donne #poet preached a memorial sermon for her (Jim/NPG/BM)

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literarypug, to poetry
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Interaction missed

And the next one
scheduled for 10.
What do we do with
our time then?

Staring, big roman numeral
clock at station center.

Baggy pants conductor
punching tickets.

Until the next scheduled
talk, cataloguing
metaphors.




Julian_Invictus, to poetry
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"Save The Best for Last"
A written for my partner, Hikari Selene

You've waited for so long
While I loved others like a song
Enough verses written to fill a tome
Yet not once have I written you a poem

Faithfully you've waited
Silently you've anticipated
With lips and hands pressed tight
Loving me gently like moonlight

But darling look around and see
This life of ours is my poem to thee
It's shaped by all the little choices
And rhymes with both our children's voices

A masterpiece is not composed fast
I had to save the best for last
The pieces of our hearts ring like chimes
Celebrating a love meant to last seven lifetimes

I've lost track of where I end and you begin
To our generation that might seem like a sin
Let's blaspheme as two souls mix where they meet
I'll offer my prayers to the moon dust from your feet

For our love has been a mythic fairy tale
One forged like steel that's supple not frail
It's elegance woven with grace and simplicity
Into each minute since you first saw me

To you I was guided like Theseus's twine
By a crimson red ribbon with a grander design
Of a pinky promise made in case I lost my way
Silver light of night guiding towards dawning day

Only for you can I weave all this meaning
In a way beyond the first simple reading
You alone have all the tools to decode
Because you've made my heart your abode

Before, I could not see this poem for you
To observe it at all you need a bird's eye view
It's breadth and depth beyond simply vast
Because for you I saved the best for last

literarypug, to poetry
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Fortuitous calculus.
For every bird I held,
I’d find an additional
two in the cupboard.
Granted it wasn’t a bush
but providence adjusted.

Production was up,
one stone was
sufficient and
people were eating.
Then along came the
tango. Who knew
dancing, not eating,
was the goal.




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