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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

Joy in Poetry a #potryport poem

Joy in poetry
found
in brief
pain
and
fascination
watching verse
bubble up
a meniscus of blood
seeping from freshly
pulled scabs
unsought answers
gleam from miniscule
curved surface
of the monsters who
make up
our jagged souls

Greg McVerry

Explore Poetry in the Kitchen #poetryport #writingcommunity #smallpoems

Dancing in scents
as spice and pans fly
wafting from oven
arises a percussion
of poetry in the
kitchen
a religion of near rhymes
and recipes
blessing me
Stirring sounds of
emotions swirl
in bowls filled with batter
of the soul
Caadence curling around
commotion as time kneads
emotion
Blanch the banal
of plain staples
bathed in aromas
plucked by a Cassanova

Explore the world
as tongues transport us
and deglaze us from
our existence,
and dress delights
in crazed dishes and
verse cooked with the heat
of a thousand
curses

Greg McVerry

Explore Poetry #poetryport

Explore poetry
Not inspect it's meaning
in weaning thoughts
lost, to constant
beating of the hose

light glows
when you burrow
into sounds
and treasure\
pleasures in
lanscapes of
stolen tomorrow

not scrape
verse to
probe swollen
undertoes of
truth, a
sooth let loose
on uncouth
hunt of technique
instead seek the loud cry
of a poet's eye

CLMOOC

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