poetry

poetry

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Some women marry houses.

Some women marry houses.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Live as many lives as you can.

Live as many lives as you can.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To be the other womanis to be a seasonthat is always about to end,when the air is floweredwith jasmine and peach,and the weather day after dayis flawless,and the forecastis hurricane.

To be the other womanis to be a seasonthat is always about to end,when the air is floweredwith jasmine and peach,and the weather day after dayis flawless,and the forecastis hurricane.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If the incision of our words amounts to nothing but a feeling, a slow motion, it will still cut a better swath than the factory model, the corporate model, the penitentiary model, which by my lights are one and the same.

If the incision of our words amounts to nothing but a feeling, a slow motion, it will still cut a better swath than the factory model, the corporate model, the penitentiary model, which by my lights are one and the same.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

moonrisesettle back with muffins and teauntil the window empties

moonrisesettle back with muffins and teauntil the window empties

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren't go a-huntingFor fear of little men.

Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren't go a-huntingFor fear of little men.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.

Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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