the moon has no balloons now the counted days
raising seas to bate the spinning crop
of mans mankind of quiet seminar.
for all of what is worth to legends lost
the comet for a thousand eyes that breathe
to follow sleep as one where thunder lies.
each turn of pen on the globes uncharted skies
words as frail as skin on a sunken face
tracing hand-to-root to the hidden door.
to the solid base of void where fate betrays
strangers lost in pockets less deserving you and I
let not a heart be twinned with winters tales.
with heart of rook that stares no feathers down
let no stone turn it's vengance on a thought.
the moon has no balloons
now the counted days
still follow sleep
while hides the troll of insignificance;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2024 09:15
- Comment from author about the poem: for Teddy
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 24
- User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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Comments2
Wow magnificent, and in honour of my plight, probably the kindest act anyone could have done for me today, I'm not alone and i know it, many thanks to you dear Melvin, and may this beautiful poem get all its fame. i would hope the moon of balloons pops and what was inside that balloon showers every troll and every weak and jealous writer of words with the means to extinguish the way in which they work at making others feel worthless. kudos and truly out of a moments of misery you and I have marvelous work to show. Thank you thank you. ❤️
yes we do Teddy....
and two very good friends;
am more than happy you enjoyed this one,
thank you.
Superb work. Beautiful and moving tribute to the lovely Teddy. We must keep on keeping on. Trolls be damned.
indeed so Thomas....
am sure Teddy will come through it without any problems.
thank you my friend.
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