Blaine Strong

Blaine Strong Poems

Maybe I'm a trumpets blast
Baby I'm gonna make it last
Standing cold and shivering
Loves warm touch left us quivering
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Like a tree our love grows, live oaks of yesterday's passion.
Left blinded and crooked, as the wind pierces through feeble mossy canopies.
Laughter and chaos, attracted like angry magnets these borders won't hold.
I'm ever bronzing, this equator knows not shame of lust.
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Poetic devotion, gnawing away at our emotions like angry pihranna.
My shortness of breath bringing me closer to the grips of death.
I wanted to write a poem about love and sanctuary, but everyone was scared and laughing at me.
Each line I write, the rhythm turns shyly away, I can no longer rhyme.
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Here comes that hopeless feeling again
There goes my way of life and still then
I let it all go.
Tossed into a wastebasket of memories
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Periwinkle Princess
O how she shined in the night
So violaceous and shimmering
Represented as a small snow crystal
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Its about the golden leaf that catches the corner of your eye in the dog days of summer.
Its about a trophy its about class its about the way the sun bakes your skin
Its about the will to win.
I fought through the storm and came out on the other side still punching.
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I was dancing in the cool november rain, wishing all for sunshine. Wash away my pain.
Inching into dawns next pure prolific day, the extravagant, autumns decay.
Steam from the hot sandy road makes vision regretful, I'm dreading this long flight this eve of thanksgiving.
It was in all poets purity combined, that I was beginning to find, unity and destiny.
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I know you didn't intend to bring me down.
I hope you knew that I would never stay like this.
Did you see me lying on the ground, would you pick me up? Wrap me in for a long slow kiss.
When all the other world's gave up on me, you moved into my life so cautiously. Stayed a while, then you ripped my world in two. Baby I'll still be loving you. For all my lonely days.
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a plate layed stained with remnants of dinner
Patterned with blue roses.
Blue bic lighter with the sticker slightly torn
Empty package once containing 305 cigars lays to the left.
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Hide away, all yer hurt. On the cold gloomy eve
Of a new day, yesterdays pain yet looming.
Lovers stray. In the wind the oaks and pines sway, leaves no longer blooming.
Another year ending at our helpless minds.
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I saw your photo on the wall, I was beginning to feel, you'd never call.
The way you looked 'this isn't real' you whispered to me in the field.
I picked you up, kissed your head.
I'll ne'er forget the way you said 'I love you'
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Ole muddy bends, sand ridden beaches
Memories begin and end, thighs attracting leeches.
Muddy water trodden by barges o brave men, flighted of the Mississippi! In resemblence of my childhood wading naked in the channel.
Feeling the cottonmouth and catfish rolling at my heel, to me the setting of the sun... Its orange blossum lilac stride, kissing all the bones of us mud boys and tearing at our pride.
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Friday-Florida. Budlight moonlight.
Loneliness. Change my name to blue.
Desperation, balancing the edge of an edge.
Sunshine- lack of it to be precise.
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Longing for love
Teaching me fury
Bleak stars above
Alone and dreary
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Things I love
Fishing, hiking, nature,
Fast cars and big slow trucks
Stars of the universe so magnificent.
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I was going to write a poem about a misty mountain, a sandy beach, children frolicking in fields of wildflowers in the Midwest. Bad news is I'm far to sad, seems a new fad in my existence. Depression, aggression, fear and in consistent. My heart deteriorates to next to nothing while the towns people gather in the town square to stone me. I'm so alone I do not care. A hurricane of my past swirls overhead the laughter, the friends, the memories. That's all gone doll don't pray for me. Oxygen is not enough to keep me alive no motivation, no reason I've lost that drive. I look forward to waking up each day to hold my head over the toilet trembling and purging. Crying out but noone hears me.
I look forward to fighting to breathe. Chest consumed by leeches. In my soul there are no sandy beaches. No misty mountain tops. No children frolicking.
I've become a shadow of what used to be a good man. Now I'm but an empty shell.
Most of all before the end of the road I know there's light. But its raining so hard I've extinguished it. I've grown careless and lazy. Thoughts closing in vision hazy.
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19.

Nineteen thirty seven
Cobblestone road blurred beneath my olive drab coat.
Lanterns shine in the windows of strangers, if none shine I may stop for a bite.
Often waking the angry bankers or interrupting intimacy between star crossed lovers.
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I was walking down an old paved road. The paint was faded and the lines crooked. So was I.
I left my troubles in Oak Ridge looking for answers on a cool august night.
Desperate for work I blister my hand for pall malls and bud light.
Looking for friends in a lakeside community sandy yards and palm trees.
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The Best Poem Of Blaine Strong

Cupids Trumpeteer

Maybe I'm a trumpets blast
Baby I'm gonna make it last
Standing cold and shivering
Loves warm touch left us quivering
Your voice cuts fast like flawless diamonds
Ripping my soul at the tattered seam
I woke from a dream without you
Love lacking like a withered desert lake
Still I feel for you, leaves to rake
Left me blind and alone
Lost and shoeless
I've no home anymore
At least until my fingers
Run the caverns of your hair
We both knew love
The things hiding there

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