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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
classic rhyming stuff been called a realism poet. No axes to grind, chips on shoulders un-found, just like the fun of writing stuff down, safe in the sanctuary here Deep Underground.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 4:27pm
19th Dec 2024 4:27pm
My night garden
Stocktaking,
after sweeping up the debris of the day
events bandaged where sandman’s dust rests
in the short eternity, till morning
fermenting fruits, a plantation where the vines
produce a nectar stolen from Gods
dark ground where the subconscious rests
its roots releasing the trauma of the day
grey clouds rolling down the slopes
snores that cannot be ignored
resolution, of grief
cutting winds and stony ground
the compound interest
of loss as days progress
the scents, of brushed rosemary and thyme
distilled as...
after sweeping up the debris of the day
events bandaged where sandman’s dust rests
in the short eternity, till morning
fermenting fruits, a plantation where the vines
produce a nectar stolen from Gods
dark ground where the subconscious rests
its roots releasing the trauma of the day
grey clouds rolling down the slopes
snores that cannot be ignored
resolution, of grief
cutting winds and stony ground
the compound interest
of loss as days progress
the scents, of brushed rosemary and thyme
distilled as...
#sleep
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 1:36pm
6th Dec 2024 1:36pm
Heartbreak
Heartbreak!
swept with remorse
last note, unspoken thoughts
a chasm much too wide to cross
plummet
swept with remorse
last note, unspoken thoughts
a chasm much too wide to cross
plummet
#breakup
67 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Nov 2024 1:44pm
20th Nov 2024 1:44pm
Thor`s legacy
Nordic God,Thor the hammer bore
justifed by those that needed more
destruction and such bloody gore
warmongers laughed, a along gaffaw
justifed by those that needed more
destruction and such bloody gore
warmongers laughed, a along gaffaw
#minimalist
#war
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2024 6:56pm
17th Nov 2024 6:56pm
Flemish art
The warning signs of a cold are drear
the cough that took so long to clear
I`v tried the old wives remidies
but all I did was cough and sneeze
my sinuses were pounding pain
behind my eyes, deep ingrained
Paper tissue trail I left
and all I felt was wrecheness
sneezed and sneezed for evermore
feeling I was at deaths door
drowning in a vat of phlegm
day and night, am on to late pm
No one showed sweet empathy
my head a hive of buzzing bees
a nose which Rudolf would be proud
bathed in a greenish...
the cough that took so long to clear
I`v tried the old wives remidies
but all I did was cough and sneeze
my sinuses were pounding pain
behind my eyes, deep ingrained
Paper tissue trail I left
and all I felt was wrecheness
sneezed and sneezed for evermore
feeling I was at deaths door
drowning in a vat of phlegm
day and night, am on to late pm
No one showed sweet empathy
my head a hive of buzzing bees
a nose which Rudolf would be proud
bathed in a greenish...
#illness
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 10:27pm
14th Nov 2024 10:27pm
Novembers tunes
Summers strings, fade, flourish and cascade
then! autumn`s movement with its brash
slow movements swept with sun and shade
woodwind and the trumpet's brass
The choir now stands tall and proud
their golden voices raised caroused
the choreographer of wind
in synchronicity they swing.
boughs gyrate like the baton's pulse
leaves falling, dancing in downward waltz
A carpet formed for each to crunch
for their gavotte twirled and bowed
grace and elegance, that fell to mulch
bare dancefloor where they hung so proud
...
then! autumn`s movement with its brash
slow movements swept with sun and shade
woodwind and the trumpet's brass
The choir now stands tall and proud
their golden voices raised caroused
the choreographer of wind
in synchronicity they swing.
boughs gyrate like the baton's pulse
leaves falling, dancing in downward waltz
A carpet formed for each to crunch
for their gavotte twirled and bowed
grace and elegance, that fell to mulch
bare dancefloor where they hung so proud
...
#fall
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2024 2:43pm
7th Nov 2024 2:43pm
Overflowing
Bubbles foam and rise
Champers corks, they fill the skies
Bride and Groom, betrothed.
Champers corks, they fill the skies
Bride and Groom, betrothed.
#senryu
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2024 9:30am
4th Nov 2024 9:30am
Pumkin, laughed its head off
I carved it far to early Bro
with gnashing teeth
and wrinkled brow
with evil smile for light relief
So each night at 5 o`clock
lit 2 Tea light candles
to enhance its mock
the glow behind its mandible
It radiates a chilling warmth
was it the mask of humours demeanor?
that chortled back and forth
was that a depicted, hyena?
Looking from a different angle
a jackass seem to now appear
its teethy rows, yellow and mangled
to hear it bray would make it clear
perhaps a shape shifting joker
a...
with gnashing teeth
and wrinkled brow
with evil smile for light relief
So each night at 5 o`clock
lit 2 Tea light candles
to enhance its mock
the glow behind its mandible
It radiates a chilling warmth
was it the mask of humours demeanor?
that chortled back and forth
was that a depicted, hyena?
Looking from a different angle
a jackass seem to now appear
its teethy rows, yellow and mangled
to hear it bray would make it clear
perhaps a shape shifting joker
a...
#funny
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 9:20am
25th Oct 2024 9:20am
Dark trousseau (something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue)
From shadows, secrets bearing its receipt
the palest skin, pained porcelain
hopes, that hurt would not repeat
to hide the cracks her heart had borne
blood stained underwear
that was tied to trauma`s thorns
its lace- just oh so slightly frayed
borrowed amber stones, that hide the flaws
hidden deep but they still gnaw
the patina of old mistakes
blue bruising worn and faded slow
grey painted white, but its all fake
memories darkened with a touch of indigo
white veil and milk fresh silk
the dark trousseau, hiding that...
the palest skin, pained porcelain
hopes, that hurt would not repeat
to hide the cracks her heart had borne
blood stained underwear
that was tied to trauma`s thorns
its lace- just oh so slightly frayed
borrowed amber stones, that hide the flaws
hidden deep but they still gnaw
the patina of old mistakes
blue bruising worn and faded slow
grey painted white, but its all fake
memories darkened with a touch of indigo
white veil and milk fresh silk
the dark trousseau, hiding that...
#dark
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Oct 2024 8:34pm
21st Oct 2024 8:34pm
Your coming from beyond the grave
The grave with bars interred.
your life was taken, just removed.
my prayers with longings more than words
to meet again, stand in your shoes.
My brother Roger was taken by suicide eight years ago, before covid was invented, before the epidemic of Woke generations mental trauma. A hard-working man, but always an enigma. Artist, collector, avid car boot sale attendee, the main Manchester to Coventry line was closed at rush hour to remove his body from the line, hit by the 08:10 express.
Each year we lay the table with an empty seat, light black candles,...
your life was taken, just removed.
my prayers with longings more than words
to meet again, stand in your shoes.
My brother Roger was taken by suicide eight years ago, before covid was invented, before the epidemic of Woke generations mental trauma. A hard-working man, but always an enigma. Artist, collector, avid car boot sale attendee, the main Manchester to Coventry line was closed at rush hour to remove his body from the line, hit by the 08:10 express.
Each year we lay the table with an empty seat, light black candles,...
#death
#graveyard
#rebirth
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Oct 2024 9:51am
8th Oct 2024 9:51am
Dont try to dry my golden tears
As I sat before the doctor, the expectation of bad news fell like thunder drops of rain, so unfair the inner shudder like the chiller door left open, was this the ultimate aria of the opera, the heroine falling into the arms of her lover still besotted yet condemned.
The physician looking at the test results and declaring "it seems to be positive". the years of questions the unwanted sympathy that hangs on one like a web of guilt. it now seemed to float just beyond comprehension. Some trick, a distortion hiding behind what was always tomorrow expectations, always turning up at...
The physician looking at the test results and declaring "it seems to be positive". the years of questions the unwanted sympathy that hangs on one like a web of guilt. it now seemed to float just beyond comprehension. Some trick, a distortion hiding behind what was always tomorrow expectations, always turning up at...
#motherhood
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2024 7:40pm
2nd Oct 2024 7:40pm
Revenge for Salem and Pendle
Revenge for Salem and Pendle
Our sisters we still heed their plight
Your cries for help, in bleating trill
The witchfinder comes in the dead of night
Your burning corpse and the blood so spilt
So we will seek to raise the dead
Bring their white bones flailing, up
With chanted spell, our covens pledge
And haunt the lives of those corrupt
Dance beneath the brightest moon
Brew satins grail, shake the devil's tail
With incantations as we croon
As the caldron boils, the dark clouds sail
The...
Our sisters we still heed their plight
Your cries for help, in bleating trill
The witchfinder comes in the dead of night
Your burning corpse and the blood so spilt
So we will seek to raise the dead
Bring their white bones flailing, up
With chanted spell, our covens pledge
And haunt the lives of those corrupt
Dance beneath the brightest moon
Brew satins grail, shake the devil's tail
With incantations as we croon
As the caldron boils, the dark clouds sail
The...
#curse
#witches
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Sep 2024 3:35pm
18th Sep 2024 3:35pm
My first job as the undertakers assistant
The firm was called Graves Brothers and stood just off the High St in Bury St Edmunds,
three immaculatly polished Mecedes Benz estates with extended wheel bases stood in a nearby yard. A horse drawn hearse was housed in a small barn, a black cob was hired from a local stables to pull it when required. As a junior partner, I was transport manager but for some unfathamable reason I was knicknamed CD, generaly considered back room staff, "Dont you go skipping off CD we need two cars by 10am, Mr Graves Snr quiped. Not allowed to meet the grieving relatives, just told to nod and look...
three immaculatly polished Mecedes Benz estates with extended wheel bases stood in a nearby yard. A horse drawn hearse was housed in a small barn, a black cob was hired from a local stables to pull it when required. As a junior partner, I was transport manager but for some unfathamable reason I was knicknamed CD, generaly considered back room staff, "Dont you go skipping off CD we need two cars by 10am, Mr Graves Snr quiped. Not allowed to meet the grieving relatives, just told to nod and look...
#death
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