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Greg McVerry

Celestially Sent #smallpoems #writingcommunity #poetry

A specter seeing the unseen
apparition animated in angst. A
poltergeist pouncing on possibilities in the
revenant of revelry turns
incorporeal innocence
from night to day
light to dark
as the clock continues to click
in those moments
we must seek to wonder
About another
celestially sent
Sensed in all that surrounds
never abound, but bonded by
love and wonder

Greg McVerry

A Shadow's Dance #smallpoems #poetry #writingcommunity

Splintered pasts
gather in
concrete futures

stolen glances of
sun's march
As two who never
were
come to be in
glimpses of impossible destiny

Interest aligned
eyes locked
destiny's knot
unwound
as feet
wrestle
fallen leaves

Just as the dogs run
determined to
get nowhere at all, their paths
can never cross

Warmed by the
pleasure
of shared mystery
history at the edges of
sheer rock ledges
knowledge in stone
beliefs in all should, would,
happen
stolen truth that nothing
could happen
shattered fates refactored
in tears of fallen dew

Yet they walk
Not hand in hand
but holding together a future
that never was from
a past that will always be

As light slips
past the canopy
shadows dance
making desire

Trail markers fade
time passes
with the pups

Greg McVerry

#Poetry: A Poem in Five Parts #smallpoems #writingcommunity

unleash
holes in broken
nows
who claw
through glass
eyes
in hopes of
refactoring
a better tomorrow

Let desire
drive destiny
Set fire and
knives to
Those
Flee
A reality
Me rooted
In thee

I write
  No choice.
       words bleed
into screeds
      seeking
silence
    in a broken soul
pen picking up pieces
and
            wrapping poems
     in pixels

Poetry
allows my
scar tissue
to breath
Whispers
slicing wounds
as words seek
needs
to
bleed

Poetry.
My rudder
to navigate
interstates
  of being

Greg McVerry

Somber Solitude #smallpoems #writingcommunity #poetry

I sit restless
As somber
Solitude settles
in
House now as
Asleep as streets
Who cry in agony, lusting after
lost
Action
Souls searching for
Sounds upon empty
Seas of forgotten misery

Greg McVerry

Stolen Year #smallpoems #poetry #writingcommunity

Sometimes reality seeps
Into peripheral vision
A
Sense of mission when
Wishing brings no
Answers. Just unasked
Questions seeking
Anchors
Impossible realities, barnacles
Growing on rusted prints
Dripping in stolen yesteryear

Greg McVerry

Pandemic in the Canopy #smallpoems #poetry #clmooc #writingcommunity

Giants of old
hang tired,
towering over
a history past
by. Branches bend
and crumble
under weight of
knowing no spring
will come
now dwellings of decay
a future robbed
hordes of gypsies
descended a
pandemic in the
canopy
killing so many
now empty
Mausoleums
of mourning

Greg McVerry

Dancing Toes #poetry #writingcommunity

broken toes
dance on
fingertips
scraping
our
elbows of
bent memories

Greg McVerry

You Teach Creativity Through Constrainst, cut paths through the rhizomes #edtechchat

rhizomatic learning
breeds that which creates
but keep a machete
at the ready
blades dripping
In
constraint
Hack at
Habitats of
habitual wandering
Carving paths
Of whimsy

Greg McVerry

Introspective Knots A #poetryport poem

Poets shout
     silent
introspections
at intersections
of truth
   and fiction
introduce a
projection of
perfection that
slips on lips
  of falsehood
kissed by
perceptions
   that seduce
and let loose
sounds inward
with
    souls
        turned windward
Gusts of time
beat back stolen
voices searching
feeling and thought
in motion

Greg McVerry

Cry for my Children a #PoetryPoem of Diversity

I cry
for the lack of
diversity in
the lives of
my boys
a pride in nation
celebrating a single
story reinforced in schools
tales of Indigenous happily selling
land for 53 coats
then emblazing
uniforms with racist
caricature's of a Chief
in ceremonial Head Dress.

Imagine pinning
Congressional Medal of Honor
on a cartoon?

immigration and
Ellis island celebrated
no mention, more
open disdain for immigrants
in shadows

At same time we are
home to a diverse world
of artistry and protest
Venture Smith
Palmer-Warner House
every Saturday vigils of peace
held while hunters
sit in tree stands

Perfect mix of hippy and hick
piss on your bonfire
and call it performance
art

I feel guilty
yet at same time I
can not survive in the city
I need woods, I need
solitude
I need no more than one stop
light
Not sure what to do

CLMOOC

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