Why fades a dream?
An iridescent ray
Flecked in between the tryst
Of night and day.
Why fades a dream?–
Of consciousness the shade
Wrought out by lack of light and made
Upon life’s stream.
Why fades a dream?
That thought may thrive,
So fades the fleshless dream;
Lest men should learn to trust
The things that seem.
So fades a dream,
That living thought may grow
And like a waxing star-beam glow
Upon life’s stream–
So fades a dream.
by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR (1872-1906)
Public Domain Poetry
Her trusty peephole replaced social interaction.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
seraph, a man in a grain of sand
how far you have fallen
all trace of you got swept beneath
the sea of time, your alleged crime
you tried to pay your respects
to the last breath, but lies still lie and
fidelity has long left the stage
he’s gone, never to pass this way again
you bear the echo of all that was
with the weight of a dead crown
are these the days of clarity
in the sea of time, a bitter wine
lilies grow amongst the skulls now
the aftermath of your unseen war
have you not seen through the tears
you, the unreconstructed man
silence, and dark tranquillity
morning star, you blanch at the dawn
parlay at the speed of trust’s decay
this sea of time, the mere sublime
grief has frozen you to the shoreline
the pain of you reaches into a lie
verging on hope, though god knows why
a quiet smoke seeking ascension’s sigh
who will come for you now
who will comfort you, bury you
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
every man a cocksure monster
every tongue a flattering lie
so let my absence fill your room
now that i am required to leave
will you speak inside my fizzy head
one last time
set the record straight
and i’ll turn my eyes to the skyline
say, “that’s the door”
every cock a father figure
every dalliance is the one
so let my absence fill your heart
now that i’m being made to leave
will you smack alive my 8-ball head
one last time
let my answer be no
and i’ll turn my eyes to the skyline
say, “that’s the door”
every oke a cocksucking ogre
every tryst yet another nail
so let my absence fill your coffin
hushabye radge, i see a door
you’ll not grieve me any more
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
desolation is just a word
desolation is just a feeling
it’s nothing to do with me
yet i cry anyway
i plan to rise above it all
one of these days
when i can fill no more
when i begin to finally pour
let this last gasp elevate me
let this last gasp make me to soar
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 