Submissions by DukeDeltree (Duke Deltree)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
~Falling leaves~ Passing from this state of being. Bury me under a mighty oak tree. Tell the ones that loved me most. To stand below and close their eyes. I will shower them with falling leaves. Like kisses from the sky.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2016 2:20am
2nd Dec 2016 2:20am
Out of Time
They're like ravenous wolves feeding on the children of innocence sacred blood-consuming always a never ending nightmare. Not even a need to hide anymore.
They of Them, a Humanoid life form that has always been existing next to Humans and was needed for society to be built at some point in time they seemed to have overcome us.
Now delight themselves in an orgy of pain and pleasure and blood profits unmeasured an unknown quantity in the twisted mass of darkness and death that sweeps into the very columns that make up eternity.
We find ourselves in the ebb and...
They of Them, a Humanoid life form that has always been existing next to Humans and was needed for society to be built at some point in time they seemed to have overcome us.
Now delight themselves in an orgy of pain and pleasure and blood profits unmeasured an unknown quantity in the twisted mass of darkness and death that sweeps into the very columns that make up eternity.
We find ourselves in the ebb and...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2016 3:58am
6th Oct 2016 3:58am
Standing at Dream's door III
Shrouded in solitude. A veil of closeness, unrealized safety, drifting. A deep void eternally bound lifting from black, grey to light suddenly became awareness from numbness brings realization of being.
Forming a bubble of light's life caught in-between the beats of darkness that he will become and will be a Herold of his light's life return.
His mind peaks into a collective rambling, racing! Window's will complete his madness in the never ending stream and humanity's collective sin upon creation.
Echoes in an empty cellar in which he has...
Forming a bubble of light's life caught in-between the beats of darkness that he will become and will be a Herold of his light's life return.
His mind peaks into a collective rambling, racing! Window's will complete his madness in the never ending stream and humanity's collective sin upon creation.
Echoes in an empty cellar in which he has...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2016 3:34am
26th Sep 2016 3:34am
Standing at Dream's door II
Sitting in a chair a dead man owns, his remaining life will be, with the chair, by the drugs, by the window, with the endurance of time.
Nodding as if in understanding, sleep. He drops into a hidden darkness, a veiled shroud. Then as the moments pass, a spark jerking him aware, back into a world of unyielding sorrow, his realization of the times.
Like in the shards of a mirror are reflections of life. Reflecting in each piece a reminder of a time less lived, each face frozen with the agony of a lost soul in time...
He calmly slowly reaches to his drawer...
Nodding as if in understanding, sleep. He drops into a hidden darkness, a veiled shroud. Then as the moments pass, a spark jerking him aware, back into a world of unyielding sorrow, his realization of the times.
Like in the shards of a mirror are reflections of life. Reflecting in each piece a reminder of a time less lived, each face frozen with the agony of a lost soul in time...
He calmly slowly reaches to his drawer...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2016 1:51am
22nd Sep 2016 1:51am
Standing at Dream's door
Nodding in a chair, a dead man owns. Drugged against the endurance of the pain and maddness that grips him, has become his life.
Before him a window of a world, wasting, crying, dying. Before him plays out an orchestrated ballet dance with darkness by evil's ends.
Opens a drawer that holds his hope, of a more peaceful night then the anarchy of the day...
If I could, rings empty in his mind, a hollow vow, echos with each beat of his heart.
Before him a window of a world, wasting, crying, dying. Before him plays out an orchestrated ballet dance with darkness by evil's ends.
Opens a drawer that holds his hope, of a more peaceful night then the anarchy of the day...
If I could, rings empty in his mind, a hollow vow, echos with each beat of his heart.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2016 6:00am
21st Sep 2016 6:00am
I
They said I was lost in the dark. I have walked in the dark all my life, I know my way around in the dark.
I become lost in their light, when the glare of social ignorance and hypocrisy, minds eye seared with pain, deeper still into my brain.
It is always disguised in righteousness bright, an Angel of light. Stumbling blinded in their light, I cannot tell. Seems like the living hell.
I become lost in their light, when the glare of social ignorance and hypocrisy, minds eye seared with pain, deeper still into my brain.
It is always disguised in righteousness bright, an Angel of light. Stumbling blinded in their light, I cannot tell. Seems like the living hell.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2015 3:05am
8th Jul 2015 3:05am
Peaceful resistance
I'm sorry to say also to the people.. But We the People will never win in a arms verses arms shootout with the beast.
Who can war with the Kings of Terror, they are death incarnate. The best option Is a old fashion across the world sit in. lay down and go limp when they come to arrest the movement.
No resistance is critical. Bail is not an option stay put and the cost in money and officers and medical will climb and climb.
When you get to court be humble and appeal any convection. The hard part again no bail, stay put.!
If team leaders can hold the people...
Who can war with the Kings of Terror, they are death incarnate. The best option Is a old fashion across the world sit in. lay down and go limp when they come to arrest the movement.
No resistance is critical. Bail is not an option stay put and the cost in money and officers and medical will climb and climb.
When you get to court be humble and appeal any convection. The hard part again no bail, stay put.!
If team leaders can hold the people...
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Jun 2015 11:34pm
18th Jun 2015 11:34pm
~Goodbye Kiss~
A brother of the heart recently passed. I was dreaming laying on my side intently concentrating on an object that I was repairing.
It appeared to be a box with clouds inside of it. Then Mark came to me from behind unseen knelt.
Then he closely whispered words into my ear that only my heart heard and have no remembrance of what he said.
I awoke crying, heart seared.
It appeared to be a box with clouds inside of it. Then Mark came to me from behind unseen knelt.
Then he closely whispered words into my ear that only my heart heard and have no remembrance of what he said.
I awoke crying, heart seared.
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2015 9:28pm
18th Jun 2015 9:28pm
~the song i sing~
walking around with blinders on, world be gone, won't be long, sing a song about the world be gone.
walking around ears shut tight, against their light, against their song, barely dim, the song I sing.
walking around mouth sealed tight, against their light, silent night, holy light. sing my song my voice is gone.
~duke deltree~
walking around ears shut tight, against their light, against their song, barely dim, the song I sing.
walking around mouth sealed tight, against their light, silent night, holy light. sing my song my voice is gone.
~duke deltree~
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 1:23am
8th Mar 2015 1:23am
~The Living God Sings~
Loneliness brings life to sorrow, sorrow is the song that compassion sings, compassion is the wind of Creation, creation gives life from light. ~Duke Deltree~
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2015 10:04pm
7th Mar 2015 10:04pm
~ Star Struck~
Ok, I should like to understand. If you met the devil at the crossroads. He will try to beguile you, appearing like an Angel of light before you.
It would compare to a bad marriage that was good in the beginning as the other try's to consume you completely with promises and lies.
Pushed out into the Public's unmerciful eyes to perform, never knowing, unable to understand. Blinded by the lights and faults are exposed following, coerced to perform at more shocking levels.
What was a blessing is a now a curse, becoming lost.
Tied to the front of a speeding...
It would compare to a bad marriage that was good in the beginning as the other try's to consume you completely with promises and lies.
Pushed out into the Public's unmerciful eyes to perform, never knowing, unable to understand. Blinded by the lights and faults are exposed following, coerced to perform at more shocking levels.
What was a blessing is a now a curse, becoming lost.
Tied to the front of a speeding...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2015 00:39am
25th Jan 2015 00:39am
~Thoughts of a Fool~
I might be a fool, but for one saving grace, I am the living God's favorite fool and the Eternal Mother's favorite child.
There are times of pain I long be in her arms safe with all of eternal existence possibilities offered.
In sorrow wisdom is given and in a somber spiritual state awakened your soul when tears of compassion fill the void. ~Duke Deltree~
There are times of pain I long be in her arms safe with all of eternal existence possibilities offered.
In sorrow wisdom is given and in a somber spiritual state awakened your soul when tears of compassion fill the void. ~Duke Deltree~
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2014 10:20pm
23rd Dec 2014 10:20pm
The Little Things Matter
Just had it out with a wolf spider the size of small appleseed.
I caught her in a tea strainer ball, took her to another room set her on a shelf.
About Eye high she ran towards me got to the edge of the shelf profiled threateningly jumped at me a few times I backed up.
Down her escape line she went thinking, Yes, I just kicked his ass!
A thought on that; Lessons that we are given in all matters by the things and images the living god made.
We are really being helped by something too large for us to realize.
The hands that reach out...
I caught her in a tea strainer ball, took her to another room set her on a shelf.
About Eye high she ran towards me got to the edge of the shelf profiled threateningly jumped at me a few times I backed up.
Down her escape line she went thinking, Yes, I just kicked his ass!
A thought on that; Lessons that we are given in all matters by the things and images the living god made.
We are really being helped by something too large for us to realize.
The hands that reach out...
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