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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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 | Most Recent Poetry  (E)Poetry most recently written. #2035077 by Vanishing Vapor   |
 In my youth, with worries naught, I found the untold truth I sought, Hidden lies in lessons learned, Left me cool to fools that taught. Most my songs have long been sung, Although I feel as if still young, Only the merciful breath of time, Smooths the tone of an elderly tongue. The universe lurks black and vast, No gray matter will ever last, But of memories I now recall, How fast the sun of summer passed. We all face life’s end alone, The fear of death is to the bone, Soon will come our time to die, To be the dust on crumbled stone.
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 Amazing how we take for granted, The shocking bounty we consume, When this strange and terrible world, Could easily turn to doom and gloom. When men are unsatisfied with peace, When the enemy sends a battle group, Most people are not prepared for war, With no bell pepper, no curry, no soup. Then what will be our first regret, The sogginess of our crisped rice? No, the market's barren shelves, Mark the time we'll pay the price. Of course, the deaf will yet lament, "We only hoped to have the best, Who's to blame for our plight?" Those who failed the prepping test. |
 I lay this broken body down, To sigh my last sigh, I'm tired and my body aches, To say a last goodbye. If I call but no one comes. If all my hope is lost, If lying inside emptiness, If left to bear the cost, I'll scream within my dream, Let fly my last cry, Cling to my everything, Try to wonder why, I'll scream within my dream, And if there's no one to hear, I'll take one last look around, And scream within my dream. |
 In Summer's raging swelter, I dream of Winter's dagger, Icicle points, sharp and stellar, Relieve this overheated nagger. To lie in blankets of frosty snow, Blue shadows cast on winter white, Crystals cling to fruiting branches, Sparkle in bright summer light. Cool heat of which I suffer, Until my lips are quivering, Crusty slippery frozen snow, Numb me until I'm shivering. |
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