Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. ਤ


May 27 by The Running Son


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Hello guys (; Here’s the best of my “unpublished”, over last two or so days, part 3. Love you. Enjoy. 😉

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Running ̊Son –  Poems collection Part 1

Running ̊Son –  Poems collection Part 2

 ̊Running ̊Son –  Poems collection pt. ਤ

What Flowers Hide

I, lotus.
Too. I am
the unfolding seeding
thorn-tree, leading
Two halves split
to renew,
in seed.

Sitting, knees–
these few channels
fit in tune, and see
new lunar yous

reading sisters
to be blue,
or yellow at breakfast.
At noon, off greening,
or grooming during sunset orange.
Midnights are blue.
and in

the wee times beyond,
we all go purple,
in dreams–go indigo
and blue,
and the spectrum,
like children

Lotuses dream themselves right in two.


Comment Poem for EvaX

the poetry grade

We torture us.

Self abuse sure;
a cutting of line
and tonal drops
where ink relies
on slow drying.
Bad stops…
and forced timing.

of the self-renewing
in pigments
that pass thru paper fiber
into new heart-life.
Conflicts resolve.
Words may flow,
and lives know
the cathartic effect

of unedited poems

Comment poem for Deviant Child

Muses that Give

Mrs Blu,
I do not know this man,
but a muse, well, the damnedest
people can be handy,
standing in for muses
that gossip of certain
orderly insanities,

to the very core of them all
and her whole rational standing.
Never under order or demanding.
But artists demand much,
of our us,

the universal spiral
down up red-hills
through cool valleys
collecting fragrances, petals,
for wounds, cutting
off muses, then
palette sharing the wide spectrum

between red and blue.

for ··•·Σʋa·̊Ƿœtχ̊·•··

a poem to fight alone-ness

Until then, you write.
Take courage.
Keep up the love
of words and light
and lite heart-whispers.
Songs brighter

than self-doubt will pierce:
light into heart–
heart into words,
helping you,
bringing feelings
to poems

where all whispers are heard.

comment poem for Belinda atbusymindthinking

♦little late reply♦

I wrote a reply.
A poem i think,
about how sorry i am
that you were sad.

A click must have closed
the window i opened.
The comments made here
are the thoughts that I had.

comment poem

♫ hope u enjoyed! Jim  –

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16 thoughts on “Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. ਤ

  1. Bastet says:

    O Running Son
    What have you done?
    Writing Comments in Rhyme
    This Time!
    You’re really awesome,
    And that is for sure
    (But now that I’m envious
    There’s no verse for me..te he)
    I just thought
    I’d tell you
    That I’m happy
    To read these great
    Verses you wrote
    These past days!
    A smile and a laugh
    Are the greatest of things
    A writer can give
    We can talk about passion
    We can talk about love
    About social injustice
    And all of that mud…
    But a poet’s a free spirit
    Or so, I’ve been told
    And goes further than comment
    A poet writes Soul!
    Got to go…
    c u l8ter!

  2. Wow I take it some comment back with a poem and they are so lovely and deep! I’m blown away by all of these! Amazingly talented!

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