Current poems in progress...

Lost souls

Banished from heaven, they roam,
to remember their dark, lost lives
forever sorry, winged demons,
full of empty lust and pride.
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Just like Shamjazi and Azael,
corrupt and heavenly at once
lost souls roam among the living,
their existance a painful dance.
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For them, the Eden is prohibited,
hell opens wide, a fiery burning cave,
hope falling, spirits toasted and inert,
their essence will never be saved.
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Their pride remains an Unforgiven sin,
Satan laughs wildly among white flames,
they are not capable of repentance
the only thing left for them is shame
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Broken wings, feathers float, souls die
but there is light among total darkness,
it says "Touch me and stay with me",
the one living force with eternal kindness.
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It attracts and collects fallen feathers,
copious rain starts on the infinite fire.
Silence among the former tormented souls,
as they let go of their earthy desires.
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Love prevails against overwhelming odds,
there is never an eternal condeming deed,
as we realise that hell is inside our mind,
expel resentment, greed and envy to be free.
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Hermestri
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Hi, Hermestri! It's been awhile!! I do like this--I like the emotion and the imagery--Well done!! ---JFC
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Nice Hermestry- What is superposition?
Top ~Cooker
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"The principle of superposition claims that while we do not know what the state of any object is, it is actually in all possible states simultaneously, as long as we don't look to check." What does it have to do with the poem?
Curious

The request

Upon an extraordinary request from a playful fairy
I must now answer a fantasy conceived in perfection,
a magical reality instinctive to warm summer dreams
an appointment with your emotions and imagination.
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As the playful breeze softly caressed leafs and flowers,
It sweetly whispered echoes of a forgotten, beautiful song,
Accompanied by the impetuously smooth, magically beautiful
tenuous light of perfumed candles, from times long gone.
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There is never a sweet night without prohibited kisses
We rapidly became two bonfires with a single heat
Learning a secret to be revealed only in eternal bliss
love has only owner, two hearts and a single beat.
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H
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love has only one owner = last line
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Enjoyed reading this---good flow and rhyme structure! JFC
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Beautiful!!! Love the last stanza .... Drm

`
the man and winter.

man.
the wind
is cold.

winter.
the wind
is meant to be cold.

man.
the clouds
are so gray.

winter.
the clouds
are meant to
bring grayness.

man.
the rain
is biting.

winter.
the rain
is meant to bite.

man.
i have no coat.

winter.
neither do i.
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Well done! I especially like the twist at the end! JFC
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wow. like this one a lot, kaleb. *grace
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Nice punchline in the end!!! Drm

Piso Mojada

Piso Mojada (At the Piso)
-Artist: Cookster, one more in a long list of inapropo poetry
-peak Billboard position # de nada
- Music ripped from Barry Manilow, Bruce Sussman, and J. Feldman
Her name was Lulu, she was a dumb bitch
with Kidd and Dewey, that odd pair, and a ribbon in her hair
She would visit, They'd do the ta-ta
And while she tried to be a star, her trainer held-up bars
Across a talkshow floor, they worked from 12 till 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the Piso (Oh!), Piso Mojada (Piso Mojada)
The hottest spot on the tonight show (here)
At the Piso (Oh!), Piso Mojada
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Piso....they fell in love
(Piso Mojada)
His name was Kiddo, he wore a collar
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Kiddo went a bit too far, Dewey sailed across the bar
fur, and fangs were bloody hue and cats fled before the two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?
At the Piso (Oh!), Piso Mojada (Piso Mojada)
The hottest spot on the tonight show (here)
At the Piso (Oh!), Piso Mojada
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Piso....she lost her love
(Piso. . Piso Mojada)
(Piso Mojada) (Piso Mojada, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Piso Mojada)
(Talking Havana have a banana)
(Music and passion...always the fash--shun)
Her name is Lulu, she was a dumb bitch
But that was 30 years ago, when they visited the show
Now it's a disco, but not for Lulu
Now without that old bastard pair, and a ribbon in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Kiddo
Now she's lost her mind!
At the Piso (Oh!), Piso Mojada (Piso Mojada)
The hottest spot on the tonight show (here)
At the Piso (Oh!), Piso Mojada
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Piso....don't fall in love
(Piso) don't fall in love
Piso Mojada
Piso Mojada

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I can almost hear the marachi band!! Well done! JFC

loss

wait for me
in the clearing
at the end
of the path
and we will go
into the new city
together
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I like the poignancy -- the subdued emotion--you say a lot with just a few words. Your title suggests it the loss of a loved one, but it could also be the start of a new life/job--a new start, a new beginning with someone...not alone. I like that. Very well done. JFC
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Or a text message, nice ~Cooker