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fogsanctum · 11 months
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I have a book I’ve self published it’s called The Morning Dove Blues. This is my first book I’ve ever published at the age of 28. It’s a 56 pages of poems I wrote during the start of COVID lockdown.
It’s just a way to begin a step towards publishing.
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https://poetizer.com/book/b8be3cd7-e87e-4a7e-9380-2f2f9534ada5
It would mean a lot to me if you shared it and gave it a look.
Thank you
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adamantseal · 7 years
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If I were...
I was tagged by @sonador-reveur (of course). 😄 Thank you! <3
If I were a month:  October
If I were a day:  Wednesday
If I were a planet:  Mercury
If I were a god or goddess:  Hel
If I were a sea animal:  selkie
If I were a piece of furniture:  wardrobe
If I were a gemstone: garnet
If I were a flower: iris
If I were weather: light rain
If I were a color: indigo
If I were an emotion:  longing
If I were a fruit:  blackberry
If I were an element: air
If I were a place:  mountains
If I were a taste:  blackberry
If I were a scent: bergamot
If I were a song: “Tell Me True” Sarah Jarosz
If I were a body part: eye
If I were a pair of shoes: old pair of Vans slip-ons
If you want to, no pressure, I tag: @greenish-orange @awhorableperson @rarasworldbro @denmysterywoman @aftersalt @fogsanctum @newpoemeveryday @squidswithoutgrandmas
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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Little Blue Marble
here’s to the axis of space
caught in the cosmic lace
mother natures only mercy
given shelter to these animals worthy
vaulted into the magma lakes
all our hopes anger and quake
the roar of that digital drake
as we atone for empty mistakes
all that claims of this land
will burn the nails into the hand
the burning days of a Facebook ban
realize we are under corporate command
that’s our common denominator
our lust to be terminators
of all that tries to be sincere
nuclear power, to kids calling others queer
that’s the dreams we’ve set for the young
get that anger and hate washed on the rung
as a blue marble spins with no masters hung
all of these days are the Greek theater tongue
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fogsanctum · 6 months
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it’s all set in motion
just unsure what’s the role
tapered fangs and bats hang
all dark on the autumn water
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fogsanctum · 9 months
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work till the night, tired and full of fright
a bed with moonlight, to lull my head and dream of might
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fogsanctum · 11 months
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Heartache will always resonate, commiserate
Enjoy that you, have someone to hold on to
The sunset you’d been waiting for
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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Thank God For Brendan Fraser
planes in the air
the grass of state fairs
winter freezes
leave soul creases
the plants and the animals
they eat each other
something to cover
brother to mother, sister to cover
heart hymnals to sing and discover
grass growing
yellow skies gray lines
showing
people chase and rivers
continuing flowing
and the plants and the animals are linked
and I’m the same
same as I was
young
now I’m old
planes always fly bold
overhead it’s the same
trails and vapors of the same
Hopefully there is leave
reprieve for the delicate of heart
of pure action and gentle smart
something to grasp
the good of God
even though
it’s been a broken cart
no astronomer to chart
the route back to
the start
where wheels of light
gave might
kisses with young dreams
hands in soft seams
a movie under the moon
paperback edition of these times soon
a hand held in another can light the ships maroon
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fogsanctum · 2 years
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faster waves of blue moon dreams
that crash into the genesis
of a marble home finish
to measure the crest
and docile the rest
for the eyes to make the best
it’s a flower garden
a heart hardened
nothing more than a pardon
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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it is hard to feel
that the small sapling
every gets
to be a tree
evil is abundant
and many go to flee
but
there is work to be done
the hills still roll
and mountains stand
lighting crashes to the earth
fire to the mortal hand
those that have passed
the be forever last
good isn’t gold or cash
just the life that brings grass
the horrors of greed
roots to a weed
this shall pass
good shall last
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fogsanctum · 2 years
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In my pain, there is my angel
wings spread in angelic angle
to cradle my head in calm love
and speaks to me “you are my dove”
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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the gasping for breath, all across the neck
being torn apart
the nothing
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fogsanctum · 2 years
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This Formation
birds of a feather
the say come together
my wings have been
through lightning strikes
in the formation
they can sense my tormentation
that I am a lame wing
in this aerial swing
the sound of thunder
scares me still
and the others think
I am just too ill
I want to soar high
past those lighting strikes
to a place where
someone sees my heart is there
the wear and tear
scar tissue and graying hairs
a weak feather trying
to fly better
over lakes and streams
to achieve blue sky dreams
to know that sun looks at you
with a gleam
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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trying to find peace, when it is not there
wear and tear, a soul and heart bare
wanting to be more, like long calm shores
a lost bird on the wing, nothing to sing
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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with the lines of galaxy
inside that amber majesty
long and glowing fields
green hills that sparkle and feel
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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Bandits In Ditches
lost in the branches
harpies around
trying to keep quiet
make no sound
no words now
this is battle
death is here
bones to rattle
broken bones
stone tomes
shattering glass
hoping it’ll pass
watching it last
so go
say it so
let it go
so go
say it so
let it go
mutter the rainbows
devil the angels
try to recite
all the angles
60ft down
down down down
to the mantle of hope
crashing with sound
I’ve come undone
I’m in the run
greyhound tooth
kissing the shade of the sun
let it go
so it shows
more to blow away
say the word
it’ll be heard
tell it like Moses
models and poses
the hard truth
blue blood vermouth
trapped in the lips
of the leviathans roof
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fogsanctum · 2 years
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tender flame in the cold forest, lantern of all before us
light the hallows of better days, less the skies become gallows
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