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Tweet Dreams | Ivan Jenson - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Tweet Dreams | Ivan Jenson

A revelation will
dawn on civilization like
the second coming or the
twelfth hour arrival of the prophecy
promised by various
dusty non-digital books
and this sermon will amount
to a hill of hallelujahs
and certain sects will
say “I told you so”
and others will say
“how could I know?”
and the stoners
and the stone throwers
will unite in a
holographic chant
as they are beamed up
like Spock and Kirk
to a place where
Charlton Heston
shoots flowers from a rifle
and that trifle you
worry your little head about
will be straightened out
like the sheets everyone
will wear wrapped around them
and Bacchus’s wine will flow
on a summer’s day
in the fall
of ideologies both
Western and Eastern
and everything intangible
will be all right

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Church | Krystle - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Church | Krystle

When I disagree, I draw your ire
Always hear, “Lake of fire, ”
Do I want to go
Of course it’s a no
One disgruntled grimace
Can’t change my stance
Strange faces and gazes
Is this what family is?
Who am I impressing
With this style of dressing?
Does your crescendo of passion
Help focus your action?
The text speaks to you?
All your unpleasant acts hit undo?
Everything positive that occurs
Causes you to say, “Thank you, sir.”
Have you lost your sense of independence?
You’re too dependent
On what’s in a book
Don’t give me that look
Being an astute voyeur
I’ve witnessed the change in character
These clothes don’t fit you
Even from 7 to 2
No amount of prayer absolves you
Sure, you can change what you do
The sins will be prevalent
HE is omniscient
Why do you pester me?
Not going satisfies me
I believe a certain way
I will not go with you Sunday

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Moonlight | Faida

The moonlight danced by herself,
She sang to the winds gently
A sudden gust grabbed the air
And the apprehensive breathing took a dare.

Man’s audience had lost it all,
Too busy to sense the atmosphere.
The fragrance of change was lost.
So the moonlight in its splendour lost.

Man will consult the stars above.
Fate is found in the stars.
The pensive mood will not clear,
Fate is spelt by the stars.

The moonlight sings a forlorn song.
As man swings in the orbit of the Gods.
The heavans sparkle with the stars.
Man lives merely on planet earth!

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