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The Gnome
Oh, god! Here I'm
Right back!
In front of you,
Ready to be redeemed
Me, the twin-legged little monster
your magnificiant creation
long long ago
To swallow
the shadows of wealth
To gulp
the shadows of love n hate
To glut
your beloved creations on earth
To gorge
everything in this world
and the other world
The Gnome of shadows!
Of shadows only!!
Thursday 27th December 2018 4:05 am
Property
It doesn’t matter how many years I have passed breathing oxygen
What matters is my urge to play with the wind
as I oscillate through the swing
And the force with which I exhale out my laughter
when those voices tickles my senses
And I feel as if I am still roaming around
In the streets of my childhood
Somewhere looking for those pebbles
That were actual treasures of my li...
Monday 8th October 2018 1:52 am
Missing Soul
I come to at half past three
in the middle of the night
and these images won't erase
I'm haunted by the tape
once it is light
your hands disappear
my brain is mine
and my limbs come crawling back
but the tape keeps playing
I know there's no escape
because night always falls
then I fall into you
and my mind leaves me
with no thoughts left to think
I make my way
the void is frictionle...
Friday 5th October 2018 2:51 am
Right/Write Me Now
Right me thus.
Write me this.
Write, to right a wrong.
Write me a poem.
Wrong the line of a song.
For I am forlorn (and want to be adorned).
Write it down.
Right me now.
Write me now.
Monday 24th September 2018 4:38 pm
There is comfort in the creaking of the stairs
There is comfort in the creaking of the stairs.
Each creak guiding, reminding you of your place
Between the rise and the run
The rhythm within the space.
There is comfort in the creaking of the stairs.
Saturday 24th March 2018 7:48 am
Shy Guy
{Shy Guy}
He was a little bit of
a shy guy who seemed
to keep to himself
besides talking to a
few of his co-workers
where he worked at
And as the neighbor
next door to him saw
him all the time he
reminded her of a
cute fuzzy bear that
played in stars wars
called ewok because
his cheeks was
roundish oval shaped
with a some hair ar...
Monday 12th March 2018 2:14 am
What Is This?
{What Is This?}
What is this game we call life
And how do you win
And how do you survive
And how do you make it out alive
And do we use pawns
And do we have check mates
And you say that my heart will do just fine
Or will this game we call life will I make it out alive
And only in due time will tell me if I shall survive
©Tina Glov...
Friday 23rd February 2018 4:16 pm
A Cooks Wish
Praise me if you wish
For yesterdays dish
The meal you did not finish
The sauce your spoon would not tarnish
The dinner you did not touch when it was fresh
Saying now this dish smells of Melville's fish
Do not consume the meal when the chef's gone to bed
Pay me no compliments after the dogs are fed
Who wants recognition after they’re trodden;
After they are gallows led?
...Friday 16th February 2018 4:59 pm
When I Am A Sleep Or Awake
{When I Am A Sleep Or Awake}
When I am a sleep or awake I dream of you all the same
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer Originally written in 2016 but posting here on February 15,2018
Thursday 15th February 2018 10:36 pm
Love should always be fashioned in pairs
Love must never be an alone accessory
Love should always be fashioned in pairs.
For it will then be dressed in loveliness -
and thus be exquisite and most fashionable.
Friday 26th January 2018 3:34 am
Ode to night
When the sordid moon drools luscious, raw light,
I am the slice of thunder.
Predisposing,
Permeating
Poisoning the placid night.
A feast of anxiety and malady.
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 6:41 pm
Be Still Be Wild
Time is not concrete
Unless we meet
Then it runs free as a child
And all that be still
Be wild
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 2:22 pm
Above it all
With my face buried in her hair
And my chest pounding at her breast
I am above the worries of things
Above the money and jewels of kings
Above the common suffering
Above everything
Above it all
Monday 22nd January 2018 4:45 pm
Autumn Changes Me
Autumn changes me
I grow stiff as a tree
The falling memories
Are piling all around me
And my color changes
Emptying into grey
I feel broken and cold
As the November rain
Turns into December Snow
Wednesday 3rd January 2018 2:23 pm
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