a big heavy cloud
that hangs out above your head
it’s a speech balloon
that’s crammed full with jumbled text
rubbish you shot from your mouth
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Category Archives: POEMS
TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // December’s Snow by Arthur Conan Doyle
The bloom is on the May once more,
The chestnut buds have burst anew;
But, darling, all our springs are o’er,
‘Tis winter still for me and you.
We plucked Life’s blossoms long ago
What’s left is but December’s snow.
But winter has its joys as fair,
The gentler joys, aloof, apart;
The snow may lie upon our hair
But never, darling, in our heart.
Sweet were the springs of long ago
But sweeter still December’s snow.
Yes, long ago, and yet to me
It seems a thing of yesterday;
The shade beneath the willow tree,
The word you looked but feared to say.
Ah! when I learned to love you so
What recked we of December’s snow?
But swift the ruthless seasons sped
And swifter still they speed away.
What though they bow the dainty head
And fleck the raven hair with gray?
The boy and girl of long ago
Are laughing through the veil of snow.
by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE (1859-1930)
Public Domain Poetry
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over the rim
sitting near a freeway on the dusty verge
picking tart berries from a briar patch
do we resist the urge to eat and dirge
yes! tho’ we’re vagabonds of a luckless batch
and we’re the queen and king of the universe
thrown on the scrapheap with crowns in hand
made from disposed packets of potato chips
we’re vowing to outlast this dead oasis
wiping berries clean with a dirty nose rag
feeding each other by hand and with laugh
to keep ourselves buoyed whenever we flag
in the scathing dust trails of the motor riff-raff
we’re the queen and king of the universe
regal wanderers with our crowns in hand
made from disposed packets of potato chips
we’re vowing to outlast this dead oasis
the night air smells of freshness and exhausting fumes
the cars swooshing past leaving snatches of tunes
we’re so tangled in tail light and bitumen plumes
that we’ve delayed overlong our return to the dunes
we’re the queen and king of the universe
waiting for the rapture, our crowns in hand
made from disposed packets of potato chips
we’ve vowed to outlast this dead oasis
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // On A Friend Who Died Suddenly Upon The Seashore by J. D. C. Fellow
Quiet he lived, and quietly died;
Nor, like the unwilling tide,
Did once complain or strive
To stay one brief hour more alive.
But as a summer wave
Serenely for a while
Will lift a crest to the sun,
Then sink again, so he
Back to the bright heavens gave
An answering smile;
Then quietly, having run
His course, bowed down his head,
And sank unmurmuringly,
Sank back into the sea,
The silent, the unfathomable sea
Of all the happy dead.
by J.D.C. FELLOW (?-?)
Public Domain Poetry
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