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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.
Hurt un-rhymed
Arching hurt that withers all, with positives reversed
pastures overgrown, the bandages of pretty words
can`t staunch the tears I blurt.
Outlooks spring that once did spurt, its joy,
laughing so with glee. once a leat
now just barren powdered dirt.
I search and search for the healing church
that now seems so inert
prayer would help me to convert,
find my life and all its mirth. Restored
to rid me of this angel`s curse, disperse
the pain, and garland me less worse
that analgesic, or damn me with a will so curt!
pastures overgrown, the bandages of pretty words
can`t staunch the tears I blurt.
Outlooks spring that once did spurt, its joy,
laughing so with glee. once a leat
now just barren powdered dirt.
I search and search for the healing church
that now seems so inert
prayer would help me to convert,
find my life and all its mirth. Restored
to rid me of this angel`s curse, disperse
the pain, and garland me less worse
that analgesic, or damn me with a will so curt!
#healing
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Nordic fantasy (lulluby)
It comes, transport in moments brief
the snores conveyed as growls
for I am bear and not sheep
and strengh and courage howl
Each must mate and bare a cub
the dinisty prolonged
that search is hard. through the rub
till the ice and rain have gone
Submit to none and bare my teeth
defend my riteous land
cast out uncertanties, so weak
for mine is to command
Comb the frosen land afar, away
my quest a kinghtly tale
as a lore, the last Hooray
the last male left I dare not fail!
A females scent...
the snores conveyed as growls
for I am bear and not sheep
and strengh and courage howl
Each must mate and bare a cub
the dinisty prolonged
that search is hard. through the rub
till the ice and rain have gone
Submit to none and bare my teeth
defend my riteous land
cast out uncertanties, so weak
for mine is to command
Comb the frosen land afar, away
my quest a kinghtly tale
as a lore, the last Hooray
the last male left I dare not fail!
A females scent...
#dreams
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Banksy brushed my canvas
The world waits, half in anticipation
the public like me wonder?
while others empty their aerosol cans
in futile tags. Banksy waits in the wings to pounce
lifts the corner of the carpet where the dirt is swept.
The message: it pricks, lifts the lid on the squirming worms
starts the awkward and difficult dialouge.
A teacher, his art said a thousand truthes
held the mirror to our narssasistic life style
I pause a second, the art on a grubby wall
is it the reflection of my identity, my life
profiled, exposed? by that anonymous talent.
the public like me wonder?
while others empty their aerosol cans
in futile tags. Banksy waits in the wings to pounce
lifts the corner of the carpet where the dirt is swept.
The message: it pricks, lifts the lid on the squirming worms
starts the awkward and difficult dialouge.
A teacher, his art said a thousand truthes
held the mirror to our narssasistic life style
I pause a second, the art on a grubby wall
is it the reflection of my identity, my life
profiled, exposed? by that anonymous talent.
#LifeChangingMoment
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The importance of ME
I awarded myself the golden key
convinced in my own verctity
stood on the podium
in no ones shadow, I am the total sum
Oscar`s, cast in my image
I will not hide my glittering plumage
reflections in lake, told the truth
loves adoration, of my beautiful youth
perfection, bedazzled, spotlight on freeze
the oneness of my holy trinity, achieved.
convinced in my own verctity
stood on the podium
in no ones shadow, I am the total sum
Oscar`s, cast in my image
I will not hide my glittering plumage
reflections in lake, told the truth
loves adoration, of my beautiful youth
perfection, bedazzled, spotlight on freeze
the oneness of my holy trinity, achieved.
#identity
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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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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
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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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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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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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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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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 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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