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Once upon a time

There wasn't a day more satisfactory than today,
The eyes of the mirror were not a victim's eyes.
And a smile could catapult over every jagged ridge.

Stars given a name didn't squander the night,
Steep mountain roads called for flying feet,
and lifted arms celebrated both sun and rain.

The alarm clock was more salutary than dull sleep,
A shaka brah heart surfed the ebb and flow of the day
and setbacks were only permitted for 12.5 thousand miles.

Frequent moist eyes were necessary lubrication,
Laughter sounded forth like the blast of a ship in its harbor,
and a hand on a shoulder would diminish fear.

Regrets were tossed out like the Flintstone's cat,
Self-pity was always sent packing,
and catch-22s became a gymnasium for prayer.

What time do you make it?

 

 

 

 

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no time like the present

◄ A Mother's Love

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Brian Hodgkinson

Sun 9th Jan 2022 19:46

Thank you Adam. I have had similar ideas about poetry. I think the reason why some writers use personal info is they suppose others might relate to it but that is often not the case. I have made the same mistake too I think,

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Adam Whitworth

Sat 8th Jan 2022 11:51

I do have a fondness for poems not tied to any particular day or events. So many are stuffed with personal details as if everone has to be interested. The more particulars they add, the more I think "why don't you just keep (to yourself) a diary you fucking sillyarse".

So many good and thoughtful lines in this, I really appreciate it.
Well done, Brian.

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Brian Hodgkinson

Sat 8th Jan 2022 03:14

Thank you Michael 👍

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Michael Morales

Fri 7th Jan 2022 06:31

i like the fluidity of this poem nice work

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