Category: Poetry Sessions
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Step Aside
Step aside fears that hold you back. Move away pasts that cling like frost. In the dewy grass of days now past, Sunlight reveals that all’s not lost. As fires scourge those northern hills, Mansions burn and castles churn. With what once were those coffers filled, Lost to the blaze of fate adjourned. Beneath fields…
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A Trance
I shuffle my boots, dancing behind ruffled golden hair. The floor taught me the beat, but a trance is out there. The music rolls on, as I walk past a drunk crowd. In two sections they stand, as loudness gets loud. I feel a long trembling; it’s something awry now spawned. Beguiled in this trance,…
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Hello
It was just like yesterday, Just neighborly hellos. There you were ever standing, You stood in that hallway door. I don’t know when the feeling changed, When my heart sought wanting more. Sure enough, that day came and went, I cannot remember a time before. I remember only the days since then, And what my…
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Hello
It was just like yesterday, Just neighborly hellos. There you were ever standing, You stood in that hallway door. I don’t know when the feeling changed, When my heart sought wanting more. Sure enough, that day came and went, I cannot remember a time before. I remember only the days since then, And what my…
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Atmospheric Pressure
Therospheric pulls, gravitational waves, So close to earth, caught in my earthling ways. Homeward bound — to touch the soft ground. Return to the heavens, I hear again sound. Mesospheric ice, it’s so cold that it burns, A meteorite in night, unbound it returns. Consumed in a blaze, it can shrivel to dust. My spacesuit…
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Orbit
A green jetpack, all reaching, slings me into space. I left my martian boots below and that plutonian mask. They weighed me down for so long once, but I let it drift down that river, Stix. It’s where the past belongs. Jupiter, I see it, the grandest of them all. Thunder-eyed, the storm gazed my…
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The Moon Howls
Did you know that the moon howled? Behind its brightened face in space, On the darkened side where secrets hide. Beneath the craters of pale white, Out of reach and beyond our sight. I heard it loud when I was adrift. A howling moon that the stars can hear. The spacemen at times, they speak…
Writings by Samson Mousa 