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On Irony, no.1

"Humility is the paramount virtue", he lectured, pacing footsteps echoing through the empty lecture hall. "That's what makes MY classes so popular." ------------------ I've recently been debating the nature of irony with a classmate, so I decided to write some ironic short stories. Here's number 1. -Peace!

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For My Friends in Pain

I heard today of pain and fear Of suffering laid out so clear. The boom sounded throughout the night And darkness swallowed up the light. After the shock, I felt some shame, As if my own comfort was to blame. How can I be truly free, While other men are lost at sea? How can I be truly dry, While in the flood my brothers cry? And how can I be truly sound, While all my friends have hit the ground? My sins shall are not in evil deeds, But in watching people live in need I pretend to live by kindness vows, And fail my actions to arouse. I know this is a mindless fear, For I do my part and shed my tears. But still it lives and haunts in me, That my friends may never quite be free.

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My love lives not in hearth and home, But far from any creature comfort. She is the aching in my bones, To feel my feet upon the earth.

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My steps, they took me far and wide away From every little thing that I have known, To a place beyond the darling month of May, Where I could never feel the call of home. And in that darkest world I saw at last The thing that I had cracked my heart to find I reveled in the windswept oceans blast At last I found the peace to calm my mind. ‘Twas in that cold that my love spoke to me With tone like Helens holy honey voice Whispered the words to finally set me free, And I knew what now must be my only choice I traced my steps back to my homesteads hearth But never told my story of the dark

----------------------------------- Sorry for weird line breaks! -Peace

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Ma belle femme de lune

I saw her first in late September, When she took my eye Set my heart to flaming embers, Let me down to cry. My next encounter with this lady Was briskly brief at best, I glimpsed her in a field shady As I lay down to rest.

I wish that I could meet her truly, Not just in simple passing, Such are the hopes of heart unruly, And passions ever lasting. But it’s not my fate to catch her gaze, My sweet, belle femme de lune, She comes and goes, but never stays. I hope she returns soon.

There's something in the way she walks, A simple sway in lyre hips. And the sultry tone in which she talks, Like honey from such pretty lips I just wish that she could be mine, And share my love each day But she never even noticed me, Never looks my way.

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Music

I lay, prone in my back Staring up at the ceiling, The plaster is cracked. I am nothing but feeling Distilled to an essence, And it tumbles around In my head, like a stone, Where I feel every word And each melodic tone, So simple and pure. A sublime concentration Of pain mixed with love, It starts with elation But mourns like the dove. Such beauty in words That I can’t comprehend. It’s like nothing I’ve heard, But now it must end.

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The Mornings Breath

The mists swirl round above the plain;
Her exhalations sublime.
They weave the ghosts of last nights rain
And tales of another time. I hear her breath blown in wind,
In maples rattled, rustled leaves
In calls of birds upon the wing.
Each morning such a sigh she heaves. No music ever touched my ears,
Nor paintings to my raptured eyes,
As beautiful and full of tears
As her songs sung to the waiting sky.

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Never

I came to an awful truth Today. I realized that I’ll never Be quite what I wanted, never Be the perfect person, never Join the greats where they lay In history books.

I always thought I’d change The world, but I didn’t know How much the world Could change me. I’m not strong Enough to do it, nobody is.

But I’ll damn well try.

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One Day

I see my grandma's Twisted spine and frail bones. I'll be there one day.

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Hand-Me-Down Name

My name is not mine. First Grandpa's, then my sister's, I have to own it.

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The Promised Land

My people sing of lands so far, Where blessed food from fields springs, And every person has a home. And no one bows to evil kings. They sing this song in hopeful hearts. Which beat just like the warriors drum The rage that they all hold inside, Renders each one blind and dumb. I know that if I can just wait, And love my fellow countrymen. That blessed food will be for me, My love shall be rewarded then.

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The Fire

The fire crackles deep into the night Piercing the dark, like shining holy blade I wish I could stay ever by its light Hidden from enemies that I have made. But all that burns has such short life And licking tongues that cut like a knife.

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Storm on Lune Lake pt. 1

A crack, and I awoke alarmed. Small raindrops pat on frail tin tiles, The pine framed sky shone from afar, I hadn't seen this for quite a while. I rose from tumbled, stark white sheets, In eerie stillness made my way To a sturdy chair beneath the pane To watch the rain and wait for day. More lightning crackled through the din, For just a fleeting moment in time The room was lit by glowing cold And thunders gunshot so sublime. Though in my heart I felt full wonder Some part of me wanted to flee Away from wrath of shining sky, Escape from this cacophony. But fully rooted on my perch I could not bring myself to move, Just watch the storm in all its glory. By day my fears may well be soothed. -------------------------------------------- Hello all! This is the first part of what I hope will be a longer poem that I am still writing. If you like it, follow me for more poems and photography all my own. I would love to get feedback on what I'm posting, so that would be great too. -peace!

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Carried Away

Creeping slowly up my thighs, Tingling down my aching spine. Each step I take, the water will rise. But still I feel so close to fine. So close to a free and simple life, Far from your lies and blatant hate I love this cold like a sharpened knife, Ushering me to a spirit state. The frigid waves now reach my throat My body lightens, so far from shore I'm drifting far from the safety boats, And I could honestly care much more.

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Gunpoint

Miss McCurty Clark Did not know the strangers face Only the cold gun

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Fiendish Companion

A little fellow sits inside My head and takes control of me He tells me to defend my pride, And chuckles with demonic glee. He holds my reins when I'm in rage And I lash out at my dearest friends Makes me feel trapped in a cage Under siege with no defense. I wish I was free of this little ghoul That I could escape his wretched voice But he always makes me look like a fool, Like I never even had a choice.