Perspective Poems
To Be Frog Legged
by Brady Stewart
A frog,
Unto another lily pad.
Plip.
There are different bugs here.
Blip
Did you hear it?
No!
Not the tongue.
Or the hop
But it's the reason for the plip plop.
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Pieces of the Sleepless
by Brady Stewart
I cannot sleep
But the why isn't threatening
But it postpones the possibility,
Of a 6am wakeup.
I would like to say that annoys me
But kicking your toddler of a son
Off the bed,
Is disheartening.
So,
Maybe I’ll just write this
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Faith in Mine
by Brady Stewart
Mr irreverent became irrelevant
When hell was created for the heaven of it.
Santa Claus - • Was a lost cause when he stuffed my Mother's closet.
(My Dad) • - had plastic shells beneath his bed,
That pillow rustled beneath my head,
I wake with fairy death to my bedside,
The start of the end of the
uncultured times, thus I cried,
Bye bye.
My faith wasn’t mine.
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The Gift
by John Stetson
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
Tragic Alteration
by Brady Stewart
There was a time
When time was continuous
Thoughts, coming
Going
Time never ceasing
There was a time
When people were not caged,
Not Sworn into oaths of evading eyes
eyes were free to see
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The Gift
by John Stetson
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
New Year
by Em Beedee
You had an
aberrant flamboyance of vision
The turning of the year
mattered not to you
And all the things that weighed heavy on me
this worst of years
You said no, I didn't understand:
because the stag beetle still flies,
and the glaciers are not here
Did I not remember Pech Merle
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26. Dear Acquaintance
by Kea Campbell
At nights my eyes burn
Midnight meetings with a sheep
Praying with free tongue
The walls are my shrink.
Playing with riddles
Bargaining with nothing
On behalf of my flesh
Addicted to suffering.
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24. The Fallen Testimony
by Kea Campbell
I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
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Mosaic of Understanding
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the eyes of a child,
Life is a wonder,
a kaleidoscope of colors,
each day a new adventure,
laughter echoing in the air,
every moment, a treasure.
The scholar sees it differently,
a puzzle of questions,
each answer a stepping stone,
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