memoirs of A moustache

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Beatnik, A lover of words that move in and around our daily lives. Creating profound meaning and captivating poetry

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Tiler and Tailor
One day, one raining day I ran into my favourite Chinese restaurant To get out of the rain And also to get some of my favourite veggie dumplings
By memoirs of A moustache4 years ago in Poets
Home
HOME There stands, on a lot, built on a street A four sided structure Well maintained and neat Children playing on the front lawn
By memoirs of A moustache4 years ago in Poets
In the Quiet
In the Quiet There moves a transcendental emotion Reverent and penitent It gives life To the moment Treasure the moment with full capacity
By memoirs of A moustache4 years ago in Poets
Velocity
The speed of light travels at such a velocity It skips on past the lions mane As we visualize the voyage, in a effigy of a painted pane
By memoirs of A moustache4 years ago in Poets
The Silence
In the back drop stands a Silhouette Pale and in perfect Lucid stillness Mimicking the Restfulness surrounding the environment as the fox in the hen house keeps his Composure
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets
Of Mine
Words of mine words Ink of mine pen Passions of mine heart Expose to view mine soul So that the rose of mine garden may grow, after the long winters rest
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets
Castle Life
I shall eat the feast of kings A lot of rice some gin on ice That would be pleasant, that would be nice Everyday I awake, its always a roll of the dice
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets
What A Trip
A kitten watching the birds As I sit in a wicker chair, high on oxygen, poised into the universe Open and lazing in the loungeful posture of a kitten watching the birds
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets
The Face I fear Losing
The face I fear losing is fraught with a fallacy filled mask That foreshadows the fatal fragile self Fretted and fettered into becoming a frazzled Frankenstein
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets
When I play my Guitar
When I play my guitar I write in Harmonics, all to reverb and resonate To produce a spectrum of the inward eye to illustrate
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets
The cycle of the seasons
To spring forth Into the new awakening of flowers, in bloom The Red, Amber sun bursts forth in the morning gleam The birds sing of sweet scenes
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets
sleeping, waking Giant
Where the red sky burns down towards the blue oceans clouds and curls collide onward into the horizon and seek peace in this chaos
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets

memoirs of A moustache

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Tiler and Tailor

Home

In the Quiet

Velocity

The Silence

Of Mine

Castle Life

What A Trip

The Face I fear Losing

When I play my Guitar

The cycle of the seasons

sleeping, waking Giant

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