59 Missiles Falling and My Funny Valentine

59 Missiles Falling and My Funny Valentine

59 Missiles Falling and My Funny Valentine, an original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty- Copyright 2017, All Rights Reserved on words and picture.

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The “Real You” -A Poem Typecast by Luke Austin Daugherty

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The “Real You”, an original poem by: Luke Austin Daugherty Copyright 2016 on the poem and picture, All Rights Reserved.

Big news! My new poetry book Low Shelf Angels will be available soon, so follow for updates! And, be sure to check out the poetry I have previously shared on this blog over the years! Some of those poems are in the new book, BUT it is mostly comprised of unpublished work.

As always, thank you for reading and sharing my blog! I am an independent poet, author, and singer/songwriter and I have my own ebay business to keep me as flexible as possible. But, writing takes time and if you appreciate what I do, if you have been moved or made to think by my writing, OR have just enjoyed something on my blog, please throw a buck or two in my tip jar!:) Your kind contribution may buy me a cup of coffee out at my next writing session. Click my easy paypal “tip jar” link that follows and THANKS! -Luke

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Reductio Ad Absurdum (A Poem Dreamed, Then Written)

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Reductio Ad Absurdum (A Poem Dreamed, Then Written), Page 1 – By Luke Austin Daugherty, Copyright: 2016- All Rights Reserved on Words and Image

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Reductio Ad Absurdum (A Poem Dreamed, Then Written), Page 2 – By Luke Austin Daugherty, Copyright: 2016- All Rights Reserved on Words and Image

Thank you for reading and sharing!

By the way, I accept tips now! I am an independent poet, author, and singer/songwriter and I have my own ebay business to keep me as flexible as possible. But, writing takes time and if you appreciate what I do, if you have been moved or made to think by my writing, OR have just enjoyed something on my blog, please throw a buck or two in my tip jar! 🙂 Your kind tip may buy me a cup of coffee out at my next writing session. Click my easy paypal link that follows and THANKS! -Luke – Luke Austin Daugherty’s Tip Jar

Watch the World Burn (A Poem)

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“Watch the World Burn” -an original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright: 2015 picture and words, all rights reserved. No use without the permission of the author.

As always, thank you for reading and sharing my posts. -Luke

If World Peace -A Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty

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“If World Peace” -A Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty (page 1 of 2) Copyright 2015 on words and picture, All Rights Reserved by the author

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“If World Peace” -A Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty (page 2 of 2) Copyright 2015 on words and picture, All Rights Reserved by the author

As always, thank you for reading and sharing, my friends! We are all in the “life thing” together. -My Best to You, Luke

“Let Slip the Dogs of Peace” – An Anti-war Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty

"Let Slip the Dogs of Peace" - An Anti-war Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty

“Let Slip the Dogs of Peace” – An Anti-war Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty copyright 2014

 

This poem is dedicated to all those suffering in the wars of the day and the hope for peaceful resolution. It is a play off the line by Shakespeare in Julius Caesar, “Cry, ‘Havoc!’ and let slip the dogs of war.” PLEASE share this poem peace loving friends! Perhaps the flutter of a butterfly’s wings here can have a great impact somewhere else in the world… Thanks, Luke

It Makes No Matter To Me (A Poem)

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There is a place on the edge of the Grand Canyon

Where once I stood

It, being in the shape of a long, narrow triangle

I walked out to the point

Just barely wider than my shoulder-width feet

And stood there trembling

With my closest fellow

Choosing to remain

In safer territory

 

For to the right and left of me

No stone floor was found

And there was none still in front

Only underneath me and back behind…

 

So, as my gaze lifted up from my own tattered shoes

I saw only the distant floor and walls of the Canyon afore and about me

As though I floated in the air

Or rather plummeted

As a falling angel

Cast out of Heaven perhaps

Who opened his eyes

Before crashing into the fallen and cursed, terrestrial plain

Just to think to himself,

“Goddamn… it is so beautiful.”

 

I felt the vertigo grip me

Yet I lost not my balance

As any wavering would be death

 

I stood there for a single moment

Stretched into eternity

I marched in my mind

Both forward and back

As much as I was only present in that moment as well

 

Foolish and bold though it was

There I stood forever

And though after that moment

I walked back away from the Canyon’s treacherous edge

I never left it

 

I am standing there still today

Suspended in the air

Held by an unseen stone

 

As unsure as it is firm

Until I eventually fall

Happily

Into my own bliss

Never again to return

 

Yet, ever to be.

If only as a whisper

Subtly

Through the lips of eternity

Or only the moment

Either way…

 

It makes no matter to me.

 

Copyright: Luke Austin Daugherty 2014

(all rights reserved)