Extract Poems - Poems about Extract

A fire in the kitchen? I smell of smoke in the hall. Somebody is very guiltily Washing down the wall. What’s left of the toaster’s Just a burnt plastic shell. Some time last night We almost had a mini hell. Thank the Lord for CCTV. A bit of a disturbing sight He’d come in a bit tipsy Just after midnight. Put the toaster on the hob Switched...

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EXTRACTS speculations of identity so unintentional bring  intensity  dovetailed with uncertainty mixed in  doubt brings watchfulness in breathless sensations linger in twilight where the impulse of  fact&reason so palpables in design & magnificent axiomatic  imagery...

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The ethereal glow only dims to get brighter The day only darkens to later get lighter The burden only shrinks to increase my strength Time only shortens to extend its length Sometimes we must bleed to know we're alive Sometimes we must starve before we can thrive Sometimes we must die to feel our best Sometimes we must run a marathon before...

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I write upon the page Words plucked from the air The clarity of the moment passes My words falter, fade and disappear Return a moment later Vibrant with life Razor sharp and crystal clear, The words of an old man Half awake half asleep The meandering, ambling words of an old man Drifting in...

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Fear it's a picture focused or ...

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When yesterday left, today I'm a little right. This is a tad bereft, yet full with almight. Misconceptions or misinterpretations, either way it's confusion. Dreaming of incarnations, and snarled in the illusion. Mass produced Catholics, unforgotten inside their cathedral. Discovered some of the relics, Ancient talisman are unbelievable. Go forth into the tomb, Open the sarcophagus, let the...

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From air a scientists extract alcohol For Russians an excellent type of warfare We will to drink until die out all, But so enemies will die of lack of air...

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This change is the only thing that I had no control over What I discover now is that I never had nor ever will have any control over it That the stillness was always there That there was nothing to achieve That it was always way beyond me And totally was me, every atom No, it was never something outside of...

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It is amazing how the mind and emotions can take us on a journey In a few moving deeply into some doubt Or insecurity, vulnerability Or overwhelmed, weak, inner crumbling Feel it fully Why not? This is reality And then, when the feelings are still strong This sense of nothing moving Nothing has moved Nothing changed All as it was Everything returning to balance There’s nothing wrong with...

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Sing me a sweet song of brave and heroic men long ago passed on (for some unknown reason, this popped into my head…no reason…odd)...

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I have emptyness inside my bristling bones Filled with sorrow, away, alone I'm in between the lines of a blank paper separate from the others, like a skyscraper Does anyone lend out a hand? Does anyone understand? Only one but he has reasons to be gone at certain seasons Will I ever find another friend? Will I survive till the end? I grow weiry...

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stretching gray sheet sentinels of bush observe a symphony of rain wavers a brook Rachmaninoff’s the clinch of entropy listen Pastels of light reach canopy painting nature With one luminous golden strand know possum crawling nose scampers retreat, as alien scents reach downwind become cockatoo’s Stark flamingo serenade, into the pink disc wonder the conjuring of disrobing life, its peaceful uproar savoring cinnamon specks waiting future’s call hope salt cracks from my face at my feet free...

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Imagine the weight of the air in that house which in the summer months would strangle you, wearing heated gloves. Tough luck. A gulf of emotion that is always a week ahead; trying to claw back a sense of permanence as it lingers in a cold sweat. Windows crack with discomfort; the place is dead. All of those whispering memories that remind me of...

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