Poetry Blog by Adrian Metcalf

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Creaking chairs and crunching leaves

Leaves from the fall,
Drifting to the side of my heart.

Aching backs,
The rocking motion sends shivers,
Open up the world.

Hearts of gallor,
Crunching in the water,
A blue stream that moves toward winter.

To feel open and vulnerable,
To feel free,
The air breaths nicely in the brisk of morning.

I sit leisurely on a chair,
Rocking against the grain,
On this cold autumn night.

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Criss cross patches

The day after tomorrow,

Became what is,

The second half of sun rise.


Ghostly by thy nature,

This hollow earth in health,

And sacred fallen men did lie.


Hands do falter,

And grey walking dolls,

The wayward sun.


Sunday falls in afternoon dinner,

A plates great delight?


This fantastic opening of a silhouette,

Down now by the ocean,

On day bre...

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Is it real?

Hurray to the champion,

A greatest of accomplishments,

That said to be real.


Can you see me in the glint of steel,

Rosie eyes,

And cheeks blue?


God became one in the blink of an eye,

But you?




Goddess in the walls of today,

And sent to betray thy brother.


Send me word of your travels,

The globe is but a small sphere,

And ...

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Pass away

Fractured into a million pieces 

and grown in the shade of the Apple tree


The world wakes in windows and pains


Knees buckel beneath the weight of life, 

gashes forming in solid iron! 


Goo fills the void, 

and what little remains evaporates into the air


Treasures dig deeper into an unknown category,

calling me mother, 

and the boy father. 



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Do you see a world shining,

A sun rising?

The gashes in the walls?


Crumbling besides this great horizon,

Crumbling in my ears,

Gathering by the sea.


Pebbles are small,

Upsetting falters in facades.



Don’t you see the walls?

Next to the horizon?


Overshadow me,

Besides me,


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Lonely by definition

A pseudo-ground between life and death,

Frozen in the Magistrate,

Free me from the shackle.


The winds shift,

Side to side,

Bristling against a window at night.


Gashes form in hearts of gallor,

And candles lit,

Melting streams of wax and fermented apathy.


Gather what remains,

In a pitiful puddle,

And sing to the wallowing winds.


They look,


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Life is cruel

The walls are to seperate,

The lonely and forgotten,

The fallible and fickle.


A step in water,

To break the bones,

And shatter the splintered iron.


Rainbows do form during this storm,

After the recedings,

Beneath the greener pastures.


This place of reality,

Is not real,

And the ant cannot step with boots,

Over to the other side of the maginot line...

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Total lunar eclipse

Totality in suffering,

The benign do come true,

After the storm.


Ghosts writhe in place,

And the melancholy gets to me,

At times.


Fathered in the delinquent,

And fostered in shadows,

Of the grave soon to be.


Ghost be gone,

This trumpet sounds,

Seeing to be once again.


Part of the symphony

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Walk in the shadow of the lamb

Help the poor,
Those in need,
The walls are but memory void of fantasy.

The simple minded,
Sit and stir,
Lacking a view of horizon.

God forbid,
He came to be,
The palace of the unforeseen.

Be good to the world!
The feathers of a chicken,
Cook me up something sweet.

Gathering in delapitated circles,
The shunned and soon to be,
Dying in misery.

The sanctity of water,
Touched by those...

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Fantasia and african islands

Walk besides endless days, 

This way to Saturday,

Gashes in soil soon to heal.



This way of the world,

Saviors in the middle…


To see the place,

Of the solemn oath,

Hair stands to see the world just beyond horizon.


Friends of an army,


Wednesday and governed bodies.

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The other side

Be it in the greyed moon,

Or the abscess of leisure,

The places of walking do fall victim in the night.


Bring a light to start a fire,

So say the scripture,

In the eyes of a madman.


Don’t shallow in the depths of an ocean,

Waking in the walls,

And fatherly figures do hold what they say.


Your gait is slow and leisurely,

In this great horizon,

But ther...

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Deserted in the oven,

Against the curds,

And the seashell's hollow.


Gothamed to the berge,

It's the Titanic's ocean,

Casted within iron.


Fall victim to the shared beliefs of the miserable day,

And cry the mellowed yellow,

Fantasia and African islands.


Howling to the Moon,

The wrong dough to knead,

Craters befall the morning.


The aforementione...

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Do not fret to see the clouds besides horizon,

Chirping a soliloquy,

dead beneath the shore.


Governed in a blue light,

Your arms open more,

And I see what is again beneath your maddening open door.


Greatest in the melody,

Your enchanted means of singing,

Are but desolate I now implore.


Bestroking in an afternoon sun,

Your melody washes to the shore,


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Off by the wayside,

A couple sit,

In gray afternoon sun.


Pretzeled in a small window,

A child peeks beneath the shore,

Blankets of meadows.


Dandelions dig roots deep,

And the walls sink into the soil,

But the city remains.


Crickets tick,

Their tocks,

To the afternoon delight.

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God Father

Shall it be spent,

This way to Sundays,

An after image of the night?


Over the days,

In throughout the measurable decay,

And fathered be the day gone by.


Gathering in circles,

We walk amongst the shore,

Places to behold in anguish and sacrificial obstinance.


Brotherly in nature,

And hollow be thy name,

The greatest forgotten,

And we are all the sam...

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It’s aside the fact in the face of glory,

That the weather seems nice,

And the feathers fall swiftly to the shore.


The death of a nation,

Besides me,

And the winters are cold here.


Oh dearest dying within me,

Shall we wait to see the sunset,

Beneath the ocean and receding sea?


A draft to the left,

Is all but inside me,

And the feathered walkers in th...

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Fuck Narcissists

Shall we walk amongst men,

Feathered and torn,

Absorbing such a delicate flower?


Shadowed misery in the lime of starlight,

Gathered around for the awakening,

A father rots from heart forward.


Shallow graves dig a hole deeper,

Not fast enough,

To save me.


Oh but they beckon a cause!

This sick and contrived reasons for existence of water,

Their smiles ...

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Afternoon Delight

It’s an afternoon delight,

To the sunday morning,

Afternoon did die today.


Wandered in a shadowed of the wall,

And the places of seas,

Soon to be seen.


Feathered in a winter,

Basket in hand,

And a mother screaming to the door.


The watered images,

Of painters dead,

The faded images of the apple.


Watching to the side,

A person does see,


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That good feeling

It's sadened in the face of glory,

Capricious in the gauntlet of fear,

And a feathered man dangling from strands of hair.


Yellowed in a mouth of foul,

Copper lining the walls,

And red in my ears.


Gothemed in the berg,

Sinking to the floor,

A mountain of disbelief and despair.


Forgotten and afraid,

In what was left before the end,

A god of the people,


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Brisk and colorless,

A pitted husk masks the ceiling,

The green earth rocking back and forth.


Horses halt before the golden trenches,

On this brisk autumn night,

Wind shaking their docile springs.


Your tongue raises to another tone,

Proclamations of the weathered elements,

And places of shadowed glory.


Blackened hands,

Covered in the dirt of yesterday’s...

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Shadowed Images

Go before a wintered moon,

And wash the floors with blood,

Calvary shed tears for fallen men.


The saddened shape of wallowing mothers,

Forgotten besides a rock half hearted,

Blue in the garden of afterimaged suns.


Follow me in the bask of glory!


A sanctity of food,

And willowed aspects of what of you?

The swallowed end of a dream to be,

Flailing in moti...

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Look towards a horizon of the afternoon delight,

The shadowed feather drifting to gravel,


In desecrated flight

And greatest of night.


Follow in waves to the sound of marching,

A circle around fire,

Say goodnight.



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Filth by the side of water’s end,

Greatest son forgotten,

Drown again!


Your arms around me,

The water does not rise,

The betrothed pause in mystified night.


Walk in shallowing fields,

Mud and grease lifts seeds from the sediment,

My forgotten son may rise again.


Visceral and delinquent,

Eyes match the shaded robes,

Washing off what were once clothes.

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Continue On

The way your blood touches mine,

You'd think it were time,

That had stopped.


The sensation of god in the rapture of one free hand,

Raised to the sky above short bracelets and necklace,

It wasn't meant to be.


But oh how I grab onto the air in search of something,

To complete me,

Yet I lack again a leg to stand


So I must,

Continue on,

From dusk to day

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Let's begin again

A end to the shining,

You and I can stand.


Oceans are small before me,

I can hear the sounds in sand.


Washing my clothes in the salted water,

By my side you stand.


Reaching to the end,

To start the beginning again.

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It is

Six feet under is where blue moons rise,

The ocean now rides along the shore,

gandering into the opened tongues.




Step off this shore into broken sand,

Perpetual day holds my hands free of sorrow.


Greatest greens now wander from the shore,

Opening their eyes to ever move closer to you.


Fractured light in the trees glisten to hear the sound,


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The fallacy of me

A fallickle man torn deeply at the seams, 

Clocks flowing backward, 

I am but the shadowed after-image of the yet foreseen. 


The desolate paths etched in green and blue, 

Make way for the emperor, 

That which is me. 


Shallow and hollow shells, 

I do not see life in them,  

For the depravity of man fell solely on my shoulder,

It seems. 


Gothic be the day...

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Filthy and Afraid

Filth be by day and morning alike, 

Beyond the wrenching of a shadow,  

In dampened corners frayed. 


Filthy don’t fall! 

Withering the dead do lay, 

Besides me and away. 


Randomly they sit beneath grey and opened windows, 

Sedement curling,

Where do I sit today?


Skin granular and coarse, 

Besides we crumble, 

The fellow men did lay? 


Or at le...

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The internal structure spins,

In this hollow man,

Such as I.


The shattered panes of people look,

Besides them for a savior,

We are but a person besides another.


Combine in strength and despair,

Beneath a hollowed out earth,

Where the women can’t bear.



I am a child,

Hollow and bare.


Metal in the spikes of a train,

Intricacies in m...

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Blue Moon

The Saturday fell awkward into the night. 

Good night. 


Fellow men and moon. 

Raising beneath the stars. 


A hollow man stands with great power. 

And those below sit fingerless and bored. 


To the bone. 


 The fatherly figures are but the graceless endless sight. 

In the eyes of the blind fool. 


Grasping to grip a straw that waits no longer. 


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Flying, to be free

The sweet midnight falling,  

Windows swaying beneath the hefty breeze,  

Shadows mourning for young hearts. 


Wallowing falls upon deaf shoulders,  

Shadows stand beneath their heavy trenches,  

Mourning the dying stars. 


Forever to sit in muddied waters,  

Is one but a shadowed man, 

Besides me. 


Set up the walls and set fire to the mountains,

To begin...

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