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aquarium Poetry

Dear Goth

My latest project is one that should have been done ten years ago. Back in the day; my life was much darker. I’ve since come a long ways since my dear goth days, however; the spirit won’t die. Thus, I’ve kept the work around in the hopes of making good use of it someday.

You can check the site out, point your browser to: Dear Goth

The photo of me on this site is circa 2010, some dark days of my life. Also most of the poetry is very old, most of it was saved from certain doom years ago, yet its still here.

Check out my new site: Dear Goth, spend some time reading my poetry, and be sure to check out the last poem in the set of poems. They say poets are lovers of life. I think that’s true. These are some dark poems, but they shine in the dark.

I’ve been thinking about if there is some interest in these poems and the book of life after death, then I will do some audio recordings of the poems and put them up on each page of poetry.

Depends on if anyone will show they care about them. There is also a quick escape link, in case you find the poetry too much to handle. I know its deep and dark, but you should have to deal with that.

Buy a copy of Dear Goth.

Written by: Christopher Thomas, your 42bitpi Geek!

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Poetry

Tulips At Home….

On two hundred acres, there is a lot of space. I remember the year, way back in ’28, we set aside two acres and planted tulips for a few years.

Every summer we would walk through the tulip fields and watch the birds come and go. There is a lot more to it than that. There were the years we took care of the land and prepped it for growing tulips.

One Sunday walking with my wife, we strolled through the tulip patches and talking of poetry and love. We fell into a trance and made ourselves just big enough to lay in the tulip at our feet.

It made lovely poetry. Laying very close to my wife, we spoke in beauty and love. Some two hours we made love, and lay within the tulip.

Then upon awaking, we were back to our right size. The lovely wife picked that tulip and carried it all the way home. She said, to me, I want a whole bouquet of tulips to lay in the window by the time winter arrives.

So we spent two months, picking tulips we had laid down in. Bringing them home and decorating the windows with their lovely flowers.

When winter arrived, every window in the place had bouquets of tulips in its window. It was beautiful. and we watched them dry all winter long as the heat from the furnace dried the flowers we had picked.

The lovely lady got a serious look in her eye, and she draws me close to her and holds me tight. “Promise me, next year we will plant poppies.” Taking her in my hands and kissing her whole, “Yes, poppies will look nice next year, you got it.”

And the seasons changed, and summer rolled in….

Photo Credit: Photo by Brandi Redd on Unsplash

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First Poetry

Courage

Courage

by Edger A. Guest

This is courage: to remain
Brave and patient under pain;
Cool and Calm and firm to stay
In the presence of dismay;
Not to flinch when foes attack,
Even though you’re beaten back;
Still to cling to what is right,
When the wrong possesses might.

This is courage: to be true
To the best men see in you;
To remember, tempest-tossed,
Not to whimper, “All is lost!”
But to battle to the end
While you still have strength to spend;
not to cry all hope is gone
While you have life to carry on.

This is courage: to endure
Hurt and loss you can not cure;
Patiently and undismayed,
Facing life still unafraid;
Glad to live and glad to take
Bravely for your children’s sake,
Burdens they would have to bear
if you fled and ceased to care.