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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 13, 2018 23:09:22 GMT -5
This thread is a compilation of original poetry written by me. I hope you enjoy my poems. If you have written poetry that you are proud of please start your own poetry thread.
a frozen heart the result of emotional isolation
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 14, 2018 23:23:53 GMT -5
City Kitty
There once was a gal from the city Had a cat tattooed on her titty The guys from uptown Would all come around Asking to play with her kitty
©2010 Don Tyson1-21-10
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 14, 2018 23:24:21 GMT -5
claustrophobia
she loved me so hard and held to me so tightly that my long suppressed claustrophobia resurfaced to strangle me and I had to escape to avoid suffocation
Copyright ©2018 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 14, 2018 23:26:30 GMT -5
clumsy
stumbling bumbling tripping over my own feet if I wasn't sober I'd think I was drunk I'm wide awake can't blame fatigue I guess I'll have to admit that in my old age I've just become clumsy
Copyright © 2018 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 14, 2018 23:27:23 GMT -5
confessional
guilt feelings push one onward seeking absolution in a darkened booth lustful crimes of commission and omission whispered to an unseen presence penance granted vows repeated cleansed to go forth and sin again
Copyright ©2018 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 14, 2018 23:28:07 GMT -5
counting carbs
to hell with the carbs I will eat that which I love I love chocolate
Copyright ©2017 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 14, 2018 23:29:55 GMT -5
cruisin' on the autobahn in my '61 Ford sittin' back enjoying the ride doin' about 95 looking in the mirror at the flashing headlights as the mirror fills I move to the right and a little green bug races on by so much for the thought that beettles were for saving gas driving in town
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 10:57:59 GMT -5
dance
dance freely in the ocean of your soul the beauty of the celestial seas call for your return to youthful visions of what might be if only you believe
Copyright ©2017 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 10:58:34 GMT -5
dancers
unfettered by the inhibitions and mores of an ancient world captured by natures rhythm the dancers gyrate frantically searching for the force that drives them to dance
Copyright ©2018 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 10:59:12 GMT -5
dancing quill
dancing quill moving erratically with the scribbling of a mad man later declared a genius
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 10:59:39 GMT -5
dead poets
dead poets' words haunt my psyche sitting heavily on my heart making me wonder what drove them what solace was wrought from their silent scrawling were they visionary climbing to unknown heights or did they just trudge through valleys of depression perhaps they penned their sonnets and odes hoping to be resurrected by succeeding generations thus becoming immortal dead poets words urge me to turn another page hoping to find... myself
Copyright ©2009 Don Tyson 3-25-09
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 11:01:13 GMT -5
deadwood men who let others carry their load taking credit where none is due are no better than those who steal valor
Copyright ©2013 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 11:01:45 GMT -5
deity questioned
mars stirred in his sleep his dreams of conquest shattered by the very ones he would destroy the unconquerable determination of these creatures became a never ending nightmare that questioned his deity
Copyright ©2018 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 11:02:12 GMT -5
distraction
silly putty amusing distraction tasks incomplete
Copyright ©2013 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 11:03:47 GMT -5
dragon war
the huge green dragon screeches loudly challenging the aging knight to do battle its huge wings spread for nearly an acre from tip to tip slowly he pushes his old steed forward to strike a blow then retreats now pushing toward the other wing tip retreating again to attack and retreat back and forth he goes for an hour or more slowly cutting the dragon down to size the dragon yeilds withdrawing to its safe place to regenerate what was lost in the battle waitingto rejoin the fight to conquer the lawn to grow so tall that the aging gentleman surrenders and hires someone to cut his yard for him
Copyright ©2018 Don Tyson
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 15, 2018 11:04:56 GMT -5
Dreaming
Dreaming of yesterdays Longing for tomorrows Can't hide the tears Brought on by love lost I can not stop grieving Forever it's gone Now how can I travel This road all alone Get up and move forward Is what I am told You've got to be bold Live life to the fullest You're never alone Turn to the One Who will comfort and care
Copyright 2014 Don Tyson
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