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Sean Green Poem
The wolf at the window is held at bay
waiting with patience at our dismay
knowing that all must walk among
forest paths beyond the vale
safety breached to attain
something more than the disdain
of the fools that wish for more
than memories now deplored
the haunts exist by aftermath
in the forest where killers bay
knowing windows lead to doors
allowing all to damn their souls
it takes one chance for the claws
to take the flesh from safety’s arms
before the window is declined
what lays beyond will have its time.
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Dare I show some flesh
metaphorical or in the real
to demonstrate a common ground
between myself and readers’ minds?
if the answer is a yes
the outcome is preordained
as the words and lack of clothes
reveal the person beneath the mask
weakness put to the front
transformation now divulged
down to the skin and beyond
until disclosure becomes old
with a twist that’s laughable
or just ironic in pure hindsight
nothing new is ever shown
nudity is shared by all.
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Write each day to stay alive
this is my task with the pen
to etch mere words upon the page
an exclamation against the dread
lest the slope becomes a cliff
no longer there to ground a soul
the holding damned to finally fail
without foundations that must prevail
greet the sun to damn the night
this was the way of ancient man
a superstition in hindsight
the same is said of my task
to write each day to stay alive
a religion I’ll not deny
with the clergy of the poem
the congregation of only one.
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Medication paused a day
the balm of urge then delayed
with a will to live without
if only for the briefest time
until the need comes again
sight unseen to other folks
yet more present than concerns
voiced for the abstinence
when that fix to ease the pain
sometimes a scratch or bloody gash
demands more than platitudes
even as they fill the void
between damnation and relief
the intermission feeds a hope
somewhere past the curative
is a life of more control.
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Garish should be the undertone
so say the ones who hold the line
desiring only that mutes explain
the breadth of life beyond the pale
until the souls who dare to dream
demand expression beyond the veil
with vibrancy of color’s swatch
and actions stated to justly shock
these statements exclaimed without regard
for sensibilities in fashion’s realm
instead the giants are thrown down
by admiration of damning jests
extracting praise for substitutes
the flagrant over the sadly tamed
a mystery that gods disdain
while beauty fills the latitudes.
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The itch is less than constant pain
not enough to cause a moan
but always there in misery
asking balm to cure the ill
that static humming on the nerves
stripped to wires sparking hot
the echoes sound at all times
a dirge to state illusion's cast
the glow perceived in manic flush
wishing less than consequence
perhaps the crowds can’t conceive
a state beneath that asks too much
at the price of sanity
a rage suppressed against the need
questing for the medicine
applied to scratch demanding deeds.
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The goal of being is a task
assigned by those who know best
from the rules put to page
bringing most to broad dismay
to be unique is not a goal
exalted above those below
to be set in boxes with four walls
much like a prison where dreams die
bars for windows lest birds fly
escape to the sky far above
still the freedom may be dreamed
from the comfort of velvet chains
embrace the freedom now denied
pass through to the other side
disavow the harsh request
be the person behind constraints.
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Blue becomes monochrome
painted across a sad tableau
from one side to the next
except where public gaze applies
these flashes absent of the hues
is not enough to compensate
for the drowning in the sea
filled with azure of all degrees
still the remainder present a nod
a rainbow glittering sudden hints
presented with a knowing wink
as the mask is then denied
as the spectrum sadly fades
it’s not enough to compensate
when the sky has turquoise tears
blurred to gray in last dismay.
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Inflate the ego at your own risk
lest the air go to the head
with results that few pursue
when doom arrives at the end
the race is run against the wind
lifting those who seek to fly
the balloon rising high
before falling to the ground
pushed by storms that twirl within
a gravity spun from the soul
the black hole light can’t escape
when assumptions consume grace
the detonation comes at last
between the pull and the push
more a whimper than a blast
a fitting end that few admit.
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The accident came by intent
on the wings of friend’s content
put to canvas with pigments towards
three months pursuit of crafting works
the same became my lofty goal
with words replacing painted forms
even though experience
was lacking in the poet’s pen
with each day another poem
was writ to page as purpose turned
from ninety dates to mere ten more
culminating at the year’s close
this happenstance of timing bless
the muse demanded only more
with lucidity in the breach
expression put to public stage
a goal surpassed had been gained
now writing was the habit set
so many couplets spun to state
sanity lost while wisdom’s gained
moving forward into years
with five down and more to go
the accident is now a cause
these words submitted with more to come.
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