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06-24-14 labor of venus

Posted by terminalhip on June 24, 2014 at 6:20 AM Comments comments (0)
The moon and Venus play in the east, as I transpire to labor with ease, the cart is pulled by progress and the driver changes by night, flux desire heeds our plight for yesterday's toil but tomorrow's decay yet, by our hand deed action of today, pennies aspire to dollars as exhaust to mileage bent our course while sound at times pivots on luxuries rent, as the stars ellipse so do I as well, forth and back this our ethic shell. . ..

06-22-14 Tomorrow's Poem

Posted by terminalhip on June 22, 2014 at 2:00 PM Comments comments (2)


Yesterday, we arrived in the cresent city, as first timers- man and wife,

Today, two chicken bones and a plate of dirty rice begat our sacrifice- you transpired Hell, to be my lotus bloom

Echoed through dark valleys perilously close to being consumed

In and through you I have found all I need

In thoughts, actions, words, and deeds

No more shattered midnights, undo the broken shepherd's yew

wallow, basking in the golden rays of a late fading s...

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Posted by terminalhip on June 18, 2014 at 5:25 PM Comments comments (14)

Light is the sound of shadow's retreat,

Dark, avail, cool, sweet.

The East may know the time, while West rises,

Light is held, and night feared,

Day comes in all sizes, but dark fits-

The twilight knit, my favorite eve,

While the October sun is bloodied in a slanting hue,

June's merciless intrustion has it's due,

The length measured in hours of horizon gold,

Can't buy a farthing of night's call,

Racy and unique, night's embrace,

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Title #27 01-04-14

Posted by terminalhip on January 4, 2014 at 8:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Good morning,

Your breath against the glass, and the dogs must go out.

Pray that another day be ours,

In your arms I surrender. . .

A compass pivots to our course,

Sometimes you have to ask for the things you want the most.


Posted by terminalhip on September 23, 2013 at 8:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Hold the boons fast,

The helm it shan't last-

Here the howl of the hounds,

As the leaves are coming down,

Beckon Moon descent,

All our cardinal nomads bent.

Red, Orange, and Gold-

Today's Banner unfolds,

Autumn in it's gusts,

Prevail season, must. . .


Posted by terminalhip on June 20, 2013 at 7:55 AM Comments comments (1)

Spiritual feat, not that classless dogma,

Shaky feet, and it's ok to be new again,

My bride- her molten desire for me keeps me real,

Go ahead- you're turn. . .What's the Deal. . .?

O5-03-13- The Jaded Empress

Posted by terminalhip on May 3, 2013 at 2:15 AM Comments comments (0)

The Jaded Empress,

On her throne, bejeweled in condescention,

Her robes: carefully stuffed with bloated retort,

Casting her perils to any that would heed, even at some who wouldn't,

How Envies green, prey across her cheek,

As thwarted ministers and footman idle under the weight of brash,

No minion is complete without their drubbing,

Prostration, rent- lament- tore,

She touched a morning glory, and it withered from the cold,

The sage, the l...

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Posted by terminalhip on June 6, 2012 at 6:15 AM Comments comments (0)

That rain falling sideways, damp to the bone, the chill that set in at least I'm not alone, I took all my alka-seltzer and we went to bed, I slept for many hours and cleared my head. Thank you wife for caring for my ills.  I have to get ready for work now, Take Care, Jill


Posted by terminalhip on May 28, 2012 at 7:00 AM Comments comments (0)

When you've

all the wars, 

The streets are in National ruin,

Remember, we stand United,

There is no shame in who we are,

The stripes and stars, carry us on,

At what cost?  Whose to tally?

Now is the time to rally, revel,...

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