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Tag Archives: poem
Two Poems So Far Today
UNFINISHED PAINTING by Keelan Thør Stewart, March 2018 We have never been alone. The mara, the faerie, the Djinn. The Horla, imps, the gnomes. The pixies, dryads, naiads, the sylphs. Demons, banshee, the Sidhe. Selkie, fetch, wraiths. Ghosts, haunts, specters. … Continue reading
Posted in Art I Like, Poetry
Tagged beginning, End, existence, Keelan Art, poem, reality, spirits
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Various & Sundry Poems & Thoughts For All Tastes & Sizes
Commerce killed art. We are owned. We are corporate property. We are price points. We are consumer units. We are commodities. We are profitable debt. We are manipulated. We are not human beings. Commerce killed art. Art is necessary for … Continue reading
Enough
Have I wasted enough of my day to pretend To rise into dressing myself, to eat, to work? Have I wasted enough of myself to allow For a respite from grieving for those gone now? Have I wasted enough of … Continue reading
A True Crime Evening
Night predation Flickers on TV, British tea Pleasantly bitter On the tongue. Cool air stirs Patient curtains. Distant sounds echo. Dogs bark, engines rev, Car doors slam, Words clump for me, Attempts to catch time. Moments, impressions, Sensations, thoughts, Experiences … Continue reading
Posted in Gene's Art, Poetry
Tagged dark, moments, night, poem, predation, show, true crime, words
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To Call the Dark
“To Call the Dark” Dust between its teeth; Dessicated unbrushed food Or simply years of absence Ignored by apathy? Condemned house Taken apart, torn down; Floorboards revealed Confusion, surprise, shock. Details delivered disgust: Crushed cranium, Shattered teeth, Fractured eye sockets. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged existentialism, poem, To Call the Dark, W B Kek
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Entity’s Tickle as by W B Kek
The sun has eyes. They watch us In the mirror of the moon. As starlight falls, Illumination Draws us into dark. Our lives are deaths Responsive To our terror of the cold. Those eyes of sun Upon us Trace the … Continue reading
Posted in Gene's Art, Poetry, Stewartoons
Tagged cold, dark, Eyes, illumination, Kek, mirror, moon, poem, sun, terror
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Social Media Res
Uriel’s Machine lies sprawled everywhere if we but look. High culture meant something else in the past. Not electronics or powered technology; It meant integrating humanity with the natural world In which our lives are immersed, of which we are … Continue reading
Posted in Gene's Art, Poetry, Stewartoons
Tagged cosmic rhythms, cosmos, culture, electronics, humanity, ignorant, lives, nature, poem, poetry, significant, sky cycles, Social Media Res, world
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Some Recent Culls From the Flow
A Warm Touch In Cold Woods Ink is text juice Wrung from blood Tracks untrue Lure to traps Spring is pounce Fall is over Winter loses Summer calls Hidden in leaves Clinging to branches Oral sex in a Swaying tree’s … Continue reading
Rondo
Rondo Pink clouds, yellow snow, Black tea, you and me; Fuss and fight, fidget nightly, Gaze at empty distances, Between us only we the lonely, We who keep so still — Our dance leaves marks Interpreted as messages from beyond, … Continue reading
Untitled Guest Poem
The leaves are down, the shutters are down, night fell down early. The leaves are down, the shutters are down, night fell down early. The trees, the House, the moon left standing. Some of us fell underground, cradled by tree … Continue reading