I sail this sea that has bequeathed my mind
upon this wooden door, still throughout time.
The lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet
as I reach for the note my fingertips meet.
“Within the pocket lies the unlocking key.”
I look in the hole and see only me.
Perhaps I’ll unleash this ocean someday
and share with the world a vast array.
Until then I’ll lay cold, alone in defeat
as the lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Astrophel and Stella: LXXI by Sir Philip Sidney
- The Minotaur by Ted Hughes
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Ночной пилигрим
- Into My Heart an Air that Kills poem – A. E. Housman
- An Autumn Picture poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! poem – John Keats poems
- Two Songs By Sitara Of Kashmir
- Dining-Room Tea by Rupert Brooke
- Оливер Голдсмит – Подношение
- Владимир Луговской – Почтовый переулок
- Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers poem – A. E. Housman
- Night Words
- The Motherless Child by William Barnes
- Epigram at RoslinInn by Robert Burns
- Who hears the wind by Roland Zoss
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
