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.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 5:46am
8th Sep 2012 5:46am
~Imagine~
Imagine there is a pond engorged with life.
Understanding itself being all that the pond contains.
A complete state of being contained within thoughts.
A wind comes down gathering droplets.
Memory of all now gone replaced by self understanding.
Tossed about by the wind as they played above the water.
Each receiving the varying memory the wind carries.
Understanding selves being all that each droplet now contains.
Falling back were received completely, joining the old with the new.
Reflecting light at the surface...
Understanding itself being all that the pond contains.
A complete state of being contained within thoughts.
A wind comes down gathering droplets.
Memory of all now gone replaced by self understanding.
Tossed about by the wind as they played above the water.
Each receiving the varying memory the wind carries.
Understanding selves being all that each droplet now contains.
Falling back were received completely, joining the old with the new.
Reflecting light at the surface...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 00:57am
8th Sep 2012 00:57am
Behind the Chrysalis
Behind the Chrysalis it's living eye see.
Shut away from prying eyes that be.
Finding dual universes there must be.
One awakening, one starting to sleep.
Infinities meet universes beginning anew.
How like your soul that Eternity knew.
Shut away from prying eyes that be.
Finding dual universes there must be.
One awakening, one starting to sleep.
Infinities meet universes beginning anew.
How like your soul that Eternity knew.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 9:30pm
7th Sep 2012 9:30pm
~Dew drops~
Dew drops gathered upon the face of the living God.
On the flowers and things the field's image made.
Washing the memories of the day away.
For what ever Eternity's night will bring.
Divinity revealed again in the life of man.
Upon the Light of the living God all things rise. ~Duke Deltree~
On the flowers and things the field's image made.
Washing the memories of the day away.
For what ever Eternity's night will bring.
Divinity revealed again in the life of man.
Upon the Light of the living God all things rise. ~Duke Deltree~
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 4:14am
23rd Aug 2012 4:14am
~Misty Glade~
Floating in a misty glade, gathering where dewdrops made.
Some on a web spider made, it's plan now unmade.
Collected on swaying reeds in the grasses and the trees
Dwells within a misty breath, the living soul.
All gather in a brook from where the mist was took.
Some on a web spider made, it's plan now unmade.
Collected on swaying reeds in the grasses and the trees
Dwells within a misty breath, the living soul.
All gather in a brook from where the mist was took.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2012 11:41pm
21st Aug 2012 11:41pm
~Grace~
Eternity has chosen me to bare it's sin.
The Christ within a secret soul.
Floating shapes in endless forms.
Always having to be reformed, reborn.
Enviably chosen to dream.
Awaking to tears streaming down my face.
To bear the tyranny of fate.
I am blessed with Eternal grace. ~Duke Deltree~
The Christ within a secret soul.
Floating shapes in endless forms.
Always having to be reformed, reborn.
Enviably chosen to dream.
Awaking to tears streaming down my face.
To bear the tyranny of fate.
I am blessed with Eternal grace. ~Duke Deltree~
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th May 2012 4:49am
4th May 2012 4:49am
~missteps~
Falling off a ledge to avoid stepping on an ant, upon impact would you obtain righteousness?
For the simple purity of the act... If the cause became known.
Other's would say crush the ant without regard, obtained nothing and think you a fool?
Wretchedly self deceived to believe that their righteousness once obtained is a continuous state.
Becoming confused by it's dark side, self righteousness transformed by self illusion and self delusion.
Timeless moment, eternity's flowing currents will not judge or give more or take less.
Where can...
For the simple purity of the act... If the cause became known.
Other's would say crush the ant without regard, obtained nothing and think you a fool?
Wretchedly self deceived to believe that their righteousness once obtained is a continuous state.
Becoming confused by it's dark side, self righteousness transformed by self illusion and self delusion.
Timeless moment, eternity's flowing currents will not judge or give more or take less.
Where can...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 11:32pm
29th Apr 2012 11:32pm
~In my head~
Did I tell you that the ten Spanish speaking voices in my head.
Of which I can not speak or understand a single word.
Three of them now seemed to have learned to speak English.
Found out that they are not demons as thought....
Noooo! they be brush salesmen, they were going to a World Brush Convention.
But all passes away in a bus crash in Bolivia. Now they keep bugging me to buy their brushes
Give in to one and I'll have to buy two then there's seven others that are catching on.
I'm an easy sale, they are all watching me,...
Of which I can not speak or understand a single word.
Three of them now seemed to have learned to speak English.
Found out that they are not demons as thought....
Noooo! they be brush salesmen, they were going to a World Brush Convention.
But all passes away in a bus crash in Bolivia. Now they keep bugging me to buy their brushes
Give in to one and I'll have to buy two then there's seven others that are catching on.
I'm an easy sale, they are all watching me,...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 5:06am
23rd Apr 2012 5:06am
~Time mine~
Not being the things other's thought I should be.
Failed in their eyes and worthless as can be.
Tried as I might to do what was said, failing
expectation making the want to be dead.
Tossed upon the darkness of my own apathy.
Run to the forest where I would sit under the trees,
to wonder and think about what it was to be me.
Soul on fire, pain more doubt, hiding my heart
from tears never ending tumult.
Icing of the heart, loss of my soul, time froze the tears
on my face into a mask of cold.
Living in a world that I...
Failed in their eyes and worthless as can be.
Tried as I might to do what was said, failing
expectation making the want to be dead.
Tossed upon the darkness of my own apathy.
Run to the forest where I would sit under the trees,
to wonder and think about what it was to be me.
Soul on fire, pain more doubt, hiding my heart
from tears never ending tumult.
Icing of the heart, loss of my soul, time froze the tears
on my face into a mask of cold.
Living in a world that I...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 8:39pm
20th Apr 2012 8:39pm
Humanities Curse
Humanities curse is the crown on my head.
Knowing the children will never be fed.
Knowing the children will be piled up dead.
A place to collect, in the field or a shed.
A man made famine there by design.
Disease and poverty was there all the time.
From the first time their land was taken,
the final famine was in the making.
Missing generations can not complain,
while humanity plays at death's game.
For the rare earth they must die.
Mankind has always had blood in it's eye. ~Duke...
Knowing the children will never be fed.
Knowing the children will be piled up dead.
A place to collect, in the field or a shed.
A man made famine there by design.
Disease and poverty was there all the time.
From the first time their land was taken,
the final famine was in the making.
Missing generations can not complain,
while humanity plays at death's game.
For the rare earth they must die.
Mankind has always had blood in it's eye. ~Duke...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2012 6:13am
14th Apr 2012 6:13am
~just a child~
In Reform School I did dwell, trading one Hell for Hell, heart broken by first love.
Put there by a mother's love a mothers never ending fears and flowing tears.
Now I know where you are, I hear. Thought it would be best for a few years.
My heart and soul just went dead, endless time will be spent at hard labor.
Time passed away my mind went numb, excepting a prisoner's humdrum.
We labored everyday till it got late. There was others that shared my fate.
Get beat up! Weak and strong never get along. Working hard becoming strong.
...
Put there by a mother's love a mothers never ending fears and flowing tears.
Now I know where you are, I hear. Thought it would be best for a few years.
My heart and soul just went dead, endless time will be spent at hard labor.
Time passed away my mind went numb, excepting a prisoner's humdrum.
We labored everyday till it got late. There was others that shared my fate.
Get beat up! Weak and strong never get along. Working hard becoming strong.
...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Apr 2012 5:09pm
12th Apr 2012 5:09pm
Spiritual Struggle a very human dialogue Amended
A simple seemly innocent with no malice intended question was asked, and this very human story unfolded. No one's right, no one's wrong, there is only thought and a spiritual struggle as old as humankind.
~NOW FOR MADNESS CORNER~ Censored only once so far by facebook
Duke Deltree: Yeah!!!! HAPPY EASTER!!! Your God has risen.he walked among us... Or the Romans took him that night (they tended to do what they wanted) stuffed him in a olive jar (XL)
took him to Rome...
~NOW FOR MADNESS CORNER~ Censored only once so far by facebook
Duke Deltree: Yeah!!!! HAPPY EASTER!!! Your God has risen.he walked among us... Or the Romans took him that night (they tended to do what they wanted) stuffed him in a olive jar (XL)
took him to Rome...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 8:54pm
11th Apr 2012 8:54pm
The folly of Religion
Finding yourself in a culture shaped by a supreme ideology of greed and death and revel and the disciples of this...
Will not protest or correct it's folly's.
Nor pay any homage to it, but enjoy its benefits through centuries of consumption of humanity and criminal acts to this day!
But when a question is put forth they burn with outrage and piety
like they were the mouth and tongue their highest entity they believe.
Will not protest or correct it's folly's.
Nor pay any homage to it, but enjoy its benefits through centuries of consumption of humanity and criminal acts to this day!
But when a question is put forth they burn with outrage and piety
like they were the mouth and tongue their highest entity they believe.
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