. . Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother, In Remembrance. . “Well you only ever really know that you’re living, when you’re totally sure that you’re dying, Maybe we get where we want to go. I don’t know, Fuck it, maybe the earth opens up and swallows us whole.” Laura Jane Grace/ Against Me¡, 12:03 . …
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. . When you are queer, It doesn’t matter To anybody one way Or the other Until you are visible, And then suddenly It sometime seems Everybody cares, But not always In a good way. For example, One brother Is always there to listen And share my tears, And the other won’t even Let me …
A Brief Time . A leaf rests silent on the ground Beside a withered rose. With careful flight The sunset lights Beside a withered rose. . I don't know where my whisper goes Into the reaching night. A breath, a hold, A heartbeat folds Into the reaching night. . Your little hands held on so …
Raspberries and the Glory . It is such a graceful name. .For such an awful curse- . "Morning Glory" . Say it and what do you see? . It brings me No thoughts of a Beautiful start to any day, Rather, I see a choking weed that Was once my responsibility To clear away from …
Originally posted ON JUNE 5, 2018 BY LONA GYNT. Doing a rerun. Orphan Shoe Searched all nightFor lambs lost.For coinsWhole joint was tossed.But cobblers knowNeither flock nor treasure.Upon what baseWas fit my measure?Born of neitherGold or nursing mother,I was lost.You just shrugged,Sat downAnd stitched another ··· Lona Gynt, June 2018 Copyright, All rights for text and photos reserved …
(trigger warning- contains mention of prior attempted suicide some years ago- I am happy to say none of that is going on now) Encircled . To begin again I must find the strength To remember All that Almost never was That day I did not Drive my car into a wall. I am not ashamed …
This is a rerun from 2018 when Jilly at dVerse Poets pub prompted us to take a walk in the wild. This is actually not quite just a rerun, but a slight revision of the original poem. Here is the link to the original prompt. https://dversepoets.com/2018/05/01/lets-get-wild/ . A Death in the Wild · A …
I married my sweet Carly Danyel yesterday. I read this poem at our wedding, so I am reposting it again today. LOVE YOU SWEET CARLY BIRD!!! In the Music of a Quiet Morning . In the music of a quiet morning I am listening to small creatures Singing in the threatened line of trees Hiding …
bY lOnA gYnT fEbRuArY 2021. aLl RiGhTs ReSeRvEd. PoStEd To DvErSe WhErE bJoRn AsKs Us To WrItE aBoUt WaR gOd HeLp Us aLl. https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/02/poetics-war-poetry-2/ this was hard to read on a small screen, so here is a transcript. . WAR . NOW is the time for all men to answer the call to stand for …
Little Window . When I was quite young, I would often lie awake in the top bunk in the basement room I shared with my brother. Sometimes I would switch my pillow down to the where the foot of the bed came up against a window that looked out at ground level into the fields …
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