Stray Poetry

Sunlit sea, becalmed of storm,

And darkened sky, lit with sun,

The small ship not lies battered and torn.

And all aboard have drowned every one.

But the ripples and waves…

Know no such sorrow..

they shift and sway, the timbers and staves.

Forlorn and lost they shift ’till morrow.

The starry sky shines down with light..

Littered with hope for those that have none.

and those few one the shore, who sleep through this night,

Knowing not, that far to the east, ‘neath sky devoid of sun.

The cold lifeless sea hold in its clutch..

A small tattered flag, with the name-

‘darcy swell’ gilt in gold, lit with the touch,

With the finger of god, the same.

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This was a poem I started in 2001, that never quite got off the ground.

-Ezra

I always listen to ‘This American Life’ from Chicago Public Radio. I truly enjoy listening to the program, and look forward to it each week. I don’t always like, or agree with the subjects that the host; Ira Glass, announces, but even then I admire the quality of the show.

This is poetry without the rhyme, or art without the visual. I can’t really put my finger on it, but listening to this show is one of the highlights of my weekend. I get it also via thier website: http://www.thislife.org.
-ezra

 Poetry is not merely found in dusty books, but more often than not, in songs. Here is a song: Lucky by the UK group Radiohead.

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I´m on a roll, I´m on a roll
This time, I feel my luck could change
Kill me Sarah, kill me again with love
It´s gonna be a glorious day

Pull me out of the aircrash
Pull me out of the lake
I´m your superhero
We are standing on the edge

The Head of State has called for me by name
But I don´t have time for him
It´s gonna be a glorious day
I feel my luck could change

Pull me out of the aircrash
Pull me out of the lake
I´m your superhero
We are standing on the edge

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poetic, no?

-Ezra Hilyer - http://www.straypoetry.com