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by TONY SINGLE & TETIANA ALEKSINA
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timeless regret
in the beginning was false light
all hope with zero substance
in the beginning was a false start
all hopeful disqualification
where is your shining future
has zeal undershot the mark
the wooden veneer has rotted
on the springboard of your past
the guts of your journey is now
no space for before or hereafter
no time for you to distinguish
starting lines or finishing ribbons
in the end silence lays with you
deathbed’s unwanted dire love
in the end you lay with the four walls
and posters of promised yesterdays
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Lessons by Sara Teasdale
Unless I learn to ask no help
From any other soul but mine,
To seek no strength in waving reeds
Nor shade beneath a straggling pine;
Unless I learn to look at Grief
Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes,
And take from Pleasure fearlessly
Whatever gifts will make me wise
Unless I learn these things on earth,
Why was I ever given birth?
by SARA TEASDALE (1884-1933)
Public Domain Poetry
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psychopomp (whither goest thou)
a vastly hush at cockcrow
there’s nowhere left to hide
neb & feathered black mass
gilds yon mirror ‘neath thy feet
thou art fæder’s mortal binding
yon summoned ængel framework
atween slight’d he & domination
where be killer’s instinct now
thou saltst the earth to death
bound yon misery to thy guts
so vengeance can take its stage
thou art fæder’s embankment
yon crumbling ængel framework
atween fjord & ego’s deluge
the path of ruin afore thee
staunch not the blood of fell swans
grim misdeeds shriek ahind thee
for aye be a butcher’s curse
thou art fæder’s catafalque
yon sombre ængel framework
atween e’er earth & nullity
by TONY SINGLE
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bosom garden
i hid a frosted rosehip in my jacket pocket
and dreamt one day it would bloom on my chest
warmed through from its roots around my heart
and i dreamt i would walk for days
and i dreamt i would show them all
the expansive allure of my love
i would protect its fragile petals from the chill
of unkind eyes and the grasp of repressive hands
warmed instead from the light of open hearts
and i dreamt i would walk for gays
and i dreamt i would show het al
the expansive allure of love
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
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