Posted by Brad Osborne on November 21, 2022 · 9 Comments
Twelve chimes ghostly bell,
Time points to the sky,
Without detection,
Quickly passes by…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, dark, darkness, ebony, evil, fate, light, midnight, night, poem, Poetry, reflection, sky, strict form poetry, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on May 8, 2022 · 19 Comments
I have freedoms others will never know,
Simply because my skin is white…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, black lives matter, color, community, fear, freedom, hate, poem, Poetry, privilege, race, racism, relations, society, white
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 6, 2021 · 9 Comments
Twelve chimes ghostly bell,
Time points to the sky,
Without detection,
Quickly passes by…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, dark, darkness, ebony, evil, fate, light, midnight, night, poem, Poetry, reflection, sky, strict form poetry, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on October 25, 2021 · 16 Comments
Black wax drips like sticky tar,
Fire demons dance at their tips…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, blood, burnt, dark, devil, doom, evil, poem, Poetry, rite, sacrifice, satan, strict form poetry, unholy, worship
Posted by Brad Osborne on May 20, 2021 · 22 Comments
I have freedoms others will never know,
Simply because my skin is white…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, black lives matter, color, community, fear, freedom, hate, poem, Poetry, privilege, race, racism, relations, society, white
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 6, 2020 · 19 Comments
Twelve chimes ghostly bell,
Time points to the sky,
Without detection,
Quickly passes by…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, dark, darkness, ebony, evil, fate, light, midnight, night, poem, Poetry, reflection, sky, strict form poetry, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on September 12, 2020 · 18 Comments
Black wax drips like sticky tar,
Fire demons dance at their tips…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, blood, burnt, dark, devil, doom, evil, poem, Poetry, rite, sacrifice, satan, strict form poetry, unholy, worship
Posted by Brad Osborne on February 8, 2020 · 27 Comments
We speak ill of the night,
Equate it with the dark,
As lacking any light,
Devoid of any spark.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with beauty, black, dark, darkness, dawn, evil, fears, moonlit, night, no light, poem, Poetry, shadows, silent, strict form poetry
Posted by Brad Osborne on January 30, 2020 · 10 Comments
For some it is a tiny hole,
Just a speck upon the soul,
For others, a massive cave,
Where the light is not so brave.
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