Yet This Is The Mist I Missed
You insisted the mist,
I should miss...
In the midst,
Of intimacy.
Was mist missed,
But not...
In the midst,
Of what we did...
To do.
This sits with me not to forget.
Yet this is the mist,
I missed.
In remission reminiscing,
Intimately we did kiss.
And without specific resistance,
You permitted done...
We did...
To let do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mist
Through the mist I wander.
With all the time to ponder.
Beasts of such ferocity come at me with such intensity.
I continue on of neccesity,
to find a true philosophy.
The mists so dense.
I need to make recommpence.
For all that's wrong I must confess.
I cannot stand this lonley test.
In the mist and in the midst.
I'm truly blind it gives me fits.
The mist is thick,
it eats you cold and quick.
Beats you madly like a switch.
The mist is dark it kills the heart.
Madly eats you like a shark.
The mist is cold and I grow old.
Hopefully soon I'll find my hold.
poem by Michael McParland
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Last Answers
I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.
I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist,
how pearl and gray of it mix and reel,
And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening
into points of mystery quivering with color.
I answered:
The whole world was mist once long ago and some day
it will all go back to mist,
Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers
Go running back to dust and mist.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Demystified for M' lady Cate
The mist persists, it will insist
it has the right to block the light
with trailing wisps of dirty white.
The mist is wrong and it will learn
to leave when it has served its turn
Because the sun will rise and burn
the remnants of the mist away
There is no way that it can stay
once the bright sun comes out to play.
The mist defeated has to go.
It leaves reluctantly and slow
but where it goes I do not know.
It will return with fall of night
lurk in the darkness hid from sight.
Unless outlined by the moonlight.
The silver light makes it appear
to be the ghosts which cause men fear.
But they will quickly disappear
When banks of cloud obscure the light.
Be re-absorbed into the night.
to their dismay but men’s delight.
The mists persist they wont desist
as long as day and night exist
and if they did they would be missed.
The moisture which the mist supply
the plants trees drink thirstily.
Without the mists some plants would die.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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This autumn day
This autumn day, gossamer mist
lies low across the field kiss'd
by tiny glist'ning pearls cleaving
to tawny buckled blades weaving
amongst fawn thistles in their midst.
Beside this matted mound exists
a swath of grass on which persists
a green woodpecker hammering
this autumn day.
The stoic far cornered oak resists
the urge to shed into the mist
its glorious copper crowning,
shinning in the diffused rising
of the sun that stubbornly persists
this autumn day.
poem by Diana Rosser
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Something In The Mist (Written With John Leon)
There was something I had missed,
While passing through the mist
A lonely shadow, or an empty hollow
Not so clear, and cunning
My eyes had missed, but something
'Tis' nothing' I reminisce me uttering
Evading my thoughts and stumbling,
On cobblestone floor
And through deepest darkness
I fled the night
'But what if? ', I soon found myself wondering
Upon trails of translucent light,
Had the perpetual film of air concealed?
A doppelganger, a mare in flight?
Had illness crept inside my mind?
'No' a marauding voice responded,
Placing anchors in my bones
My eyes aloft in search of a vessel,
But in vain, for before me unfolded
A blackened passage, a bereaved chamber
Inhaling the embers of life around me,
Until instinct prevailed motion,
I stood in asylum
And on endless nights that followed,
I dared to dream
Of that opportunity that I missed,
For I never returned to find
What I had passed in the mist
poem by Joseph Ostapiuk
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The Impostor
An impostor in our midst.
He's not who he says he is.
High up in the mountain mist.
He lies low, you will miss.
Sinister black mask.
Revealed at last.
Catch him very fast.
Action taken best,
Kick him out the nest.
The Hoary Memories In Winter
a day in january
in winter with hoary and grey clouds
the hoary thistles in the garden up over there
the hoary thistles with hoary poppies
the hoary frost on them
the hoary mist up and down
no finches, no birds of any kind
except the black crows and ravens
crowing up and there
hoaring covered everywhere
a hoary man strolles on them
with unsteady steps and paces
what is he after
what is he looking for
what is he searching
look at the ancient houses there
some tumbling down
some with plasters all gone
what the hoary man looks for
what is he after
his childhood may be
his memories may be
and his lost..gone mother..he tries to see
in this hoary mist
he has so missed
and longed for
he stopped in the hoary mist as if hearing a voice
calling
oh son..come on..come now the meal is ready
he felt himself playing in the hoary garden
this must be his mother call
addressing and calling him from above
calling him to her new home
cause she has missed him too
oh the hoary grasses
oh the hoary houses
oh the hoary man
oh the hoary woman
oh the hoary world
oh the hoary graves
oh the hoary memories
are we not approaching hoariness
why did we live so quickly
how did our lives finished and faded suddenly
metin sahin
poem by Metin Sahin
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Stone, Mirror and Mist
Stone, mirror and mist;
All enrapture me.
I can’t resist
Time’s trinity.
As I try in the mirror
To change the stone,
Mist draws nearer
Till I can’t see on my own.
Then I turn my attention
To the mirror at hand;
Stone in mind, but not mention;
Mist shifting like sand.
I battle the mirror.
There can be only one.
When image is clearer
I’ll know I have won.
Only then will mist clear.
Stone will have no say.
A bygone will be fear
And I’ll be on my way.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Mist Of Desire
Well, here it comes again
That old feelin' so strong
You came into my life
I won your love for a song
And when I see you in my mind baby
Think of the words you will say
And in a mist of desire
Your love takes me away
Girl you take me away
In a mist of desire
And our love's not an ember baby
It's a raging fire
I need to be with you
What else can I say
In a mist of desire
Your love takes me away
I feel the love when we touch
I can see it in your face
I get lost in the shadows of your warm embrace
And you rush into my arms
My emotions run wild
And we're off to a love world
In a mist of desire
Girl you take me away
In a mist of desire
And our love's not an ember baby
It's a raging fire
I need to be with you
What else can I say
In a mist of desire
Your love takes me away
In a mist of desire
Your love takes me away
song performed by by Alabama
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Evira
Come out of it!
And, do write out poems out of it;
For, she opened her doors for you.
Mist, midst, miss, mint, mind, misty, mystery!
But there are cobwebs in your wardrobe;
So, Evira your friend is around to help you clean up things,
For, your conflict is now wide open!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Heinelet II
They met, as it were, in a mist,
Pale, curious, eager, uncertain.
When each clasped the other and kissed,
The mist rolled aside like a curtain.
There were fields of delight to explore,
Where it seemed that their lips could not sever.
Now their lips are as lone as before
And the cold mist is thicker than ever.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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Comes The Changes
When the days are full of fun,
Bright, warm with a lovely sun,
Suddenly comes the changes,
There’s a mist across the moon.
When a face displays a smile,
And it’s trying to beguile,
Suddenly comes the changes,
There’s a mist across the moon.
When one’s heart begins to fly,
Finding love with a great guy,
Suddenly comes the changes,
There’s a mist across the moon.
Life’s full of times that shatter,
The things that really matter,
Suddenly comes the changes,
There’s no mist across the moon.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Aryan Mist
Aryan mist
Among the bridges
You hang by the river
Youve been here forever
Aryan mist
What can the matter be
In a world full of glamour
Does it lift you up
Or is it railway carriage charm
You just sit here
And look from your carriage
As you watch the scene go by
Gurus from the east
Gurus from the west
Does it lift you up
Or is it railway carriage charm
Aryan mist
Among the bridges
You hang by the river
Youve been here forever
Aryan mist
Aryan mist
Theres so many people
Going down by the river
Down by the river
To get clean
The fog of illusion
The fog of confusion
Is hanging all over the world
Gurus from the east
Gurus from the west
Does it lift you up
Or is it railway carriage charm
Aryan mist
Youve been here forever
Remind me of krishna
Love first sweet kiss
Aryan mist
Aryan mist
Among the bridges
You hang by the river
Youve been here forever
Aryan mist
Does it lift you up
Or is it railway carriage charm
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Miss That Girl
(kenny mims/jeff pennig)
(track 2 - time 3:00)
Cold gray dawn, steel blue day sunset rust tonight
Its the same old picture to a love struck man
Whos suddenly seen the light
And I miss that girl
Yeah I miss that girl
I guess I moved too slow and thought too fast
And lost what might have been
Now I face the pain of a wounded heart
Dyin to try again
But I missed my chance and now shes gone
Lifes too short and the odds too long to miss that girl
Well I miss that kiss and I miss that smile
A miss like this is a million miles
And I miss that girl
Yeah I miss that girl
Sometimes I hear that voice and see those eyes
And I remember when those arms were open wide
Its like I missed the phone by half a ring
I missed the point of this whole dang thing
And I miss that girl
Yeah I miss that kiss and I miss that smile
A miss like this is a million miles
And I miss that girl
Oh I miss that girl
Yeah I miss that kiss and I miss that smile
A miss like this is a million miles
And I miss that girl
Oh I miss that girl
Oh I miss that girl
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud
Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!
I look into the chasms, and a shroud
Vapourous doth hide them, -- just so much I wist
Mankind do know of hell; I look o'erhead,
And there is sullen mist, -- even so much
Mankind can tell of heaven; mist is spread
Before the earth, beneath me, -- even such,
Even so vague is man's sight of himself!
Here are the craggy stones beneath my feet,--
Thus much I know that, a poor witless elf,
I tread on them, -- that all my eye doth meet
Is mist and crag, not only on this height,
But in the world of thought and mental might!
poem by John Keats
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Beyond smog missed light
filters through despite mist fog,
setting dreams alight
haiku by Jonathan Robin
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Mist and Tears
There's a mist that's forming
over the trees I see.
The sight of it forming
does something to me.
It blurs the vision
in my ageing eyes.
It dulls my senses
and I realize that
mist and tears
that quickly form
are for me the silence
before the storm.
Ah! the storm I say
is making its way
into my wakefulness
on every day.
There's no way to escape
this enveloping mist
unless I feel that
I've just been kissed
by you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Missed Again
So you finally came right out and said it girl
What took you so long
It was in your eyes, that looks been there for too long
Im waiting in line
Would you say if I was wasting my time
Or did I miss again
I think I missed again oh
I think about it from time to time
When Im lonely and on my own
I try to forget and yet, still rush to the telephone
Im waiting in line
Would you say if I was wasting my time
Or did I miss again
I think I missed again oh
Or did I miss again
I think I missed again oh
Well it feels like something you want so bad
Then you think youve got it, but its something you already had
You can feel it all around you, but its something you just cant touch
And I feel it coming at me
I can feel it coming at me
Or did I miss again
I think I missed again oh
Or did I miss again
I think I missed again
Im waiting in line, but would you say if I was wasting my time
Or did I miss again...
song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Bloom is not a Bloom
Bloom not bloom
mist not mist
Night half come
heaven bright go
Come like spring dream how long time?
Go like morning cloud not find place The bloom is not a bloom,
The mist not mist.
At midnight she comes,
And goes again at dawn.
She comes like a spring dream -
how long will she stay?
She goes like morning cloud, without a trace.
The glow in the fog and mist
The spectral glow of a bobbing lantern
As if tossed upon a stormy sea
Appearing..then fading anon, absorbed
In foggy essence, to fade again so feebly
Once more, ere sinking in finality
Into the quicksand of mist
Mere glow of candle, so dear to see
Seen now…then not, …with capricious twist
The spectral light, drifts through the night
As a ghost through fog and mist
Through ribs of rain, the tremulous light
Chills the brain, befogs the sight
Dimly lit, by lanterns in the mist
Dark clouds upon the soul this night
Fog is the dark abode of lost souls
Who wander without rest with lantern high
The mist, the breath, of hollow death
The fog, the food, on which to persist
Tis best my friend, not to be, nor ne'r to see….
The glow in the fog and mist
poem by David Whalen
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