Tag Archives: metaphors

Once With Sticks And Stones

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Once with sticks and stones we wrote our words
Bruised deep within from the burden of the thoughts we bore
Words churning on our insides like smooth cream
When like kids we dared to dream

Lullabies formed between soft ABCs’
Our dreams realized in the eyes of sleepy tots
Drifting off to slumber at the sound of our words
Dreaming just like us of (their) tales soon to be told

10/15/13 2:51pm
© Boomiebol2013

In The Face Of War

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In the face of the war…
There are no sore losers…
Nor are there great winners
Not the one whose body hangs highest in the pile…
Lord in his life…
A mere body in death

There are no winners…
In the face of war…
Not the one left desolate at 10
To the echoes of dust and death
He must now learn to live
A child at the start of war
Soon he will be a casualty or the war’s lord

Yellow flowers know the same fate
Blood dripping red in their roots
Trampled fast before a chance at nature’s law…

Generations to come will no doubt hear of the scars
Tales of war on the faces of their history…

*Praying for the people of Kenya*

Hope Gone, Words Lost

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Blood is said to be thicker than water
But not in this instant
NO
Not in this moment of dark shadows
In this moment each fallen tear marks stains
Stains deeper than blood from crimson red fingers pen stabbed sore
Words however small would not come
Thoughts however hazy will not form
Family and blood ties offer no motivation
Words would not come
A most unusual muse offers no comfort…
Vodka and tonic are like water in the shadow of two nights
Fingers shake and cry blood
Shot glasses stack high in cigarette butt
Eyes red with unshed tears as the first cock crows
Clarity unfound in the last drop…

FEAR: The Doubts Of Many Nights

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False Evidence Appearing Real
The doom of many dreams

Day after day it plagues
Which one will soon come true?
The emotion that captivates the heart to still…
Or passion that causes it to bleed(beat)

I Wish I Could Write

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I wish I could write
Like great minds of old
Thoughts forming at the sight of blank & pen
Words churning into mystery and magic
Entrancing you (reader) who wants to glimpse and just pass by
Sweet verses forever imprinted in your fore-eyes

I Remain

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In the harshest of weathers
Brimming fire and scorching tones
Ice chilling cold with rivers frozen over
Green leaved trees brown & dead in their fallen glory

I remain
Grounded and unafraid
Strong & unshaken in my stead
Heavy head lifted high
Purposefully kept high

My heart humbly acknowledges
An old & proven truth
Like days of old
This too soon shall pass…

I remain
Grounded and unafraid
Strong & unshaken in my spirit