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Candlelight


Up all day just to work all night

Dealing with those fearing. Hurricanes might/

When the sun rises the world is still devoid of light/

It makes it joyous to come home to breakfast by candlelight/

The warmth of the ration intensifies by the flame/

Thanking your loved one by whispering their name/

It’s this flame that makes it worth continuing this game/

This simple gesture of light in the dark is to blame/

As the storm passes and the sun is in sight/

Remember when your whole world was simply candlelight/
-Poetic Ice

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The Dragon and The Dame

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The Dragon and The Dame

We know it all too well, The story of the Dragon and the Dame

In which she was confident the beast she would tame

But she fell prey to the monster’s eyes

So lost she couldn’t tell the truth for the lies

It started as a venture to save his life

He bared his fangs, threatened with claws

She took it in stride, analyzing his flaws

This daily battle oddly filled her with relief

Already she was trapped behind the Dragon’s teeth

Becoming victim to love’s bondage

Her pure heart was a willing hostage

She was warned, this was a corrosive gave

Heed them she did not, as she was drunk off his intoxicating flame

A flame that scorched her very soul

Turning to ash in his hands was her role

She loved him & his corruption, loved him to death

A smoldering end was all that was left

Another dame gone, his daft flame had spoken

But this one was one too soon, and left the Dragon broken

He realized too late, you shouldn’t destroy what you love

He was toxic, he made a crow from a dove

He was corrupt, but she didn’t hesitate to save

But his only concern was turning her heart into his slave

Without her the beast felt meager and meek

His toxic heart deliberately grew weak

Scales withered to decay, the end is nigh

Without the healing of the Dame, the Dragon did die

The self-corrosion was abated by the naïve dame

But his own nature killed her and himself all the same

Tale as old as time, this vicious circle never ends

The game will just change players, and begin again

 

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Missing your Pet

From the moment we locked eyes

My heart ascended into the skies

Oh the countless times I nuzzled your muzzle

You were the final piece to my life’s puzzle

My amazing little rambunctious ball of fur

Who would’ve imagined you would make my heart stir

Every step of the way I watched your paws grow

Conquering each day with a new story in tow

Constant wondering if you’ll ever be fully obedient

Accepting your hair as a fundamental food ingredient

Saying less you when you sneeze

Talking to you put my soul at ease

That’s why it saddens me to be left behind

When you crossed that rainbow bridge for the color blind

I send you my love and hope angels rub you behind the ears

I hope you’re making friends, you know sniffing rears

But while you’re frolicking in fields seeing all there is to see

Please my love, don’t forget about me

Remember the frustrations in the tub

Cherish each and every belly rub

How we played with ice in sweltering heat

How I wasn’t supposed to, but snuck you many treats

I know it’s temporary but thinking of you makes me sad

But you were a treat to my life, so to have had you makes me glad

-Poetic Ice

To have known the love of a pet, and to have lost that pet is one of most painful things to go through in your life. But that furry friend of yours knows that you will smile again, and that’s exactly what they want. Remember Pets were put on this earth to teach you how to love, once their job is done they are called home. Never forget that love, and smile…

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Nocturnal

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When the sun is asleep

The nightmares begin to creep

The restraints on your soul loose

Around your neck slips the noose

Somber silence saps sanity

Giving rise to cerebral calamity

Anarchy runs rampant in the vortex of the night

Teaching you that doing unspeakable wrong is the only way to live right

Bedlam is life so go have destructive fun

But be oh so quiet, you’ll wake the sun

Too late, over the horizon comes its rays

Your soul returns, free from the haze

Bound one again to your physical form

Sanity once again is the norm

Again you have to survive a day and its pains

To see another night where chaos reigns

 

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Summer thought

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When the summers heat is sweet

I grow anxious over the chance to meet/

A child that I soon hope to greet/
I wish to hold your hand/

Admire you when you first stand/

Even show you the magic of Disneyland/
Eager to grapple intellectually with new life/

Teach you how to cope with strife/

And show you the elegant majesty of my wife/
It’s a thought ever so wild/

I’ve reached a point of contemplating a child/

And only afraid of your mother teaching me how your hair is styled/
The time is coming, soon it’ll be your day/

You’ll be born and here to stay/

With us guiding you, the next generation of Hemingway/

Poetic Ice
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Insomniac beasts

Can you sleep?

Thoughts to deep?

Cavernous cranial storms

Giving my dreams many forms

To much activity to rest

Even though sleep would be best

Devoid of rest I grow numb

My sanity is starting to succumb 

Transforming me to a nocturnal beast

Growing claws in preparation for a feast

Deliciousness sets in, am I growing fur?

My vision is starting to blur

Primal urges are acted out

Now I’m hunting about

The air is charged, soon there will be lightning

I fly into a rage that is frightening 

Pouncing on my soft plush prey

Crushing it beneath me so it can’t get away

Consuming it I finally find rest

I awake to sun coating my human nest

Still clinching my prey I rub my eyes

I release the pillow and watch the dun rise

Every night insomnia takes me somewhere new

But honestly I’d rather sleep an hour or two
Poetic Ice

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Mama

Invoking the name of my mother floods me with memories/

She woke me up at 6am so I wouldn’t be late/

Fed me so my mind and body would be strong/

Told me that I could handle anything that came at me/

After school I got a snack, but I “better get that homework done”/

Once it was then came the fun/

Telling jokes and annoying her as she cooked/

Asking her if I could read her chapters from a book/

It was always something, you know this or that/

When I got older it was a hand of pity-pat/

She had great patience through the years of teenage angst/

Urging me to survive college, telling me I am in control of my life/

Giving me money and home cooked meals/

Telling me that after hard work, success was on my heels/

My mother was the shoulder for me to cry on/

My mother was always my loudest cheerleader

My mother was my first friend and teacher/

My mother was simply my mother/

A title synonymous with pure love/

Thank you for being there Mama

Happy Mother’s Day!

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Mother

Rhoda is many things, but not like any other/

A passionate woman, sister, and wife, but I know her as my mother/

The one who taught me the ABC’s and how to write/

She is the first to inspire me to conquer the world with written might/

What ever we need she gave us no matter the cost of wealth/

With every hug and kiss she would give a part of herself/

That’s how she is it will never change, Rhoda Ann is just built that way/

And I honor and appreciate her always not just Mother’s Day/

My mother is passion in its purest form/

That’s in all things so don’t earn her scorn/

She is why I live and breath/

So the fact that I’m not with her today makes my heart want to leave/

Flee back into the embrace of my mother/

The queen that’s placed above all others/

I know I’m not beside you today/

Some may not understand why but they don’t have a say/

I do promise to see you soon/

So we can have fun, bake a cake, so I can have the spoon/

Thank you for the life lessons/

Even if some were from scolding sessions/

You are heaven sent mom, the first sunrise of my life/

And on this Mother’s Day I thank you for the gift of life/

I love you mom what more can I say/

Have a truly blessed Mother’s Day
-poetic ice

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Monster in the mirror

Mirror Mirror on the wall/
Show me the monster to embrace my fall/
Claws and fangs a beast does make/
Ruthlessness and malice a soul does take/
Scary words we don’t want to hear/
But words nonetheless we should fear/
Lesson number 1 monster maketh man/
Clawing from within marking you with its Brand/
The man will be battered in the light/
It’s the monster who conquers it with its might/
With opposition crushed the man can grin/
Because his inner monster was coated in sin/
Mirror Mirror on the wall/
Show me the monster who helps me stand tall/

Light and dark are two sides of the same coin. Embrace both to live a complete life.

-Poetic Ice

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Media Machine

The media machine is an agent of chaos/
Truly aligned with the misaligned/
A franchise if you will that has you feasting at their kiosk/
Now with their product, your views are defined/

When there is good in the world, the machine shows you the devil/
When peace runs rampant it reminds you of a war/
You know of hate, but media takes it to the next level/
Now you feel like a battle is on your nearest shore/
Media shuns the educated in lieu of the ignorant/
You are force fed political nonsense/
Politicians result to gaining popularity instead of doing their job/
They just want your like, follow, or view but they all sound dense/
When I think about it I really want to sob/
In reality the media is the world ruler/
Politicians are nothing without its platform/
You have to be aligned with the ruler/
But your common sense will be swept up in the idiotic storm/

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