Mortared Poems - Poems about Mortared

...The air is thick with the weight of things unchosen, paths untrodden, doors closed but never quite sealed. A shadow clings to every decision, the ghost of every road not taken, whispering — what ......

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...I wonder How far we’ll go So desperate for heroes who are first Criminal enterprises Romanticized as rebels Lies wrapped in a maybe-he-could-make-it-all-better? From what? To what? We do no......

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...Let murderers subdue the guilt within let not such burdens weigh upon your heart, for bound by oath, your troopers are akin to brothers that share equally in part. ‘Tis fiendish pride that fills ......

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...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 3 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ The Terror Bugs pursued them through the skies toward the river Cody flew just fast enough but still......

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...When the wolf applied nicely If he could come in, The pigs replied thricely he shouldn't. Then they scratched at the hairs On their chinny chin chins, And tightly bolted the door so he wouldn't.......

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... "Cross Roads, Notes and Bridges" Silence arrives in the spaces between a conversation missing in the archives of love music drowns the unnecessary wh......

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...Even the ghosts have faded now, splashes of gray like shadows in a child's diorama. They slip in and out of mortared cracks in my mind, seeking a validation I cannot besrow. But they must rem......

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...Tall and narrow, the houses stand, wall against wall, hunched together on the edge of the cobbled street, as if armed against the unknown. Tiny balconies Where laundry Used hang on railin......

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...Bite The Bullet Puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I, peashooter to Saturday-night-special, relatives riddled our home, armed, shot nigh, puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I, mo......

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...As if in opposition it stood Like a distress call from a precarious time Juxtaposed perpendicular to an open grass laden field A horizontal girder of ominous warning A marker of trespass. Aban......

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...Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone others lay in memori......

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...Within the woods, stood a wall of stone molded by hands from a distant time. Though roughly hewn, it had endured. What narratives could it tell of its past, this ancient bulwark, built to last......

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...I‘m embittered by isolation like Ado turned to salt but outside, the flowers are dueling for attention. I am mortared in this seclusion as Catullus rendered stone yet outdoors, trees bask and frol......

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...i used as a coaster Poe's book of complete works for my beer and as i watched it sweat on this day a particularly humid can't get used to it day i may have stated that i had......

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...Like wild buccaneers on a partying raid, they came ashore. Fierce waters and winds wielding their destructive swords grabbing defenceless trees by the necks: viciously shaking their hair-like f......

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