Category: Poetry
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Planetary Depths
Planetary Depths I die with the Sun, And I wake with the Moon. Mercury is my company, And Venus goes too soon. Mars moves me into action, And Jupiter grows me big. Saturn decides what is important, And Uranus gets the gigs. Neptune holds my dreams, And Pluto leads my soul. If these planets A…
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Responsibility Carries
People don’t remember you When you’re always passing through. From one harbor to the next Always there are secrets kept. Every party has its drug, And things swept under the rug. Some people tell, Some people won’t. Karma knows Which hands are dealt. I’m not around when justice calls, I hear rumor of great falls.…
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Slumber
Relax and fall Into slumber Where the giants still do sunder. Let the fay lay your head Onto a wonderful waterbed Where merfolk do abide. Take some time To take your time And do not give a damn For rhyme.
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Sweet Sleep
Sweet promises of holiday Call gently from a well-made bed. My honeyed tea calls the dreams From the hollows of my head. A silver chain protects my sleep. I have no reason For to weep.
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Disengage and Reengage
Disengage when the lesson is learned Reengage for a new one. One must let go Before the new may be grasped. If you are not careful And grasp too strongly or desperately It may be crushed. And if it obeys, Surely that is love. If you are not careful And hold to delicately or…
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Figments and Parcels
I am a figment Of my own imagination. A simple parcel of perspective. I say let the imagination run Wildly into heaven. And drag my Earthly flesh Behind.
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Planetary Schedule
With a planetary schedule Things are often in the air. Making plans is a flow, Of here I am and there I go. The only constant is change.
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Lost River Hostel Poetry
Found myself a new direction. Wandered away from all the infections Of modern life. Found a place inna woods Away from manufactured strife. Found a deck of cards And people who also wander far. The cards speak of nature And the people of adventure. Hostels feel safer than a hotel. Samhain with strangers. Samhain…
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Hygiene and Beauty Routine
I smell like a hundred bucks now, Literally. Hygiene has a price tag. Broke folk can’t stand the privileged woke. Cause that showerhead looks like a pistol sometimes. I did my best To learn how to human. Disposable razors reused. Bar soap and suave. Into milky foundation. Into smudge pots. Into Forty dollar face wash. …
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My Mystery
The mystery Has guided me To scenes of horror, And places of great majesty. For each place I’ve been guided I’ve maintained propriety. Even with anxiety, I remain present for each breath. Until I meet my death. I remember mermaids Saving me from fate. To die that day was not my grace. As remaining in…
Brigid Faye, Reader 