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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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2019 4:02am
24th Aug 2019 4:02am
Loyalty # senryu
A magnet a force
The tug of will dutifull
The blind or the daft
The tug of will dutifull
The blind or the daft
#senryu
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 9:06pm
23rd Aug 2019 9:06pm
Reasonable doubt (narrow escape)
When I stood in the congregation
And hung my head in shame
For I no fear to turn the tide of mitigation
Untied but still remain
When the vicar asks the question
Bitten tongue your awkward silence
Does any here have good reason
They not be wed and to have that licence
For when I started out a ferris wheel it soared
The lift of expectation the mezmerizing ride
A labarinth of feelings no chance of feeling bored
Finally feel connections deep inside
The strength to face what make you tick ...
And hung my head in shame
For I no fear to turn the tide of mitigation
Untied but still remain
When the vicar asks the question
Bitten tongue your awkward silence
Does any here have good reason
They not be wed and to have that licence
For when I started out a ferris wheel it soared
The lift of expectation the mezmerizing ride
A labarinth of feelings no chance of feeling bored
Finally feel connections deep inside
The strength to face what make you tick ...
#breakup
#betrayal
#IMissYou
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Aug 2019 9:42pm
21st Aug 2019 9:42pm
The sewing circle
On a tuesday afternoon
The ladies meet in the public rooms
To gossip and chatter, sometimes have a complain
While the present Queen looked down from a dusty frame
Mable said to Dorris "how's your leg"
"You could hardly walk last time we met"
The healers quartz wand had eased the pain
"I'm fit as a flea, and right as rain"
She Produced a quilt, its patchwork face
Its quintissential look brought a gale gasps
A Royal hunting scene to bag a boar or quail
A arrow from the quiver ready to impale
"it qualified for the...
The ladies meet in the public rooms
To gossip and chatter, sometimes have a complain
While the present Queen looked down from a dusty frame
Mable said to Dorris "how's your leg"
"You could hardly walk last time we met"
The healers quartz wand had eased the pain
"I'm fit as a flea, and right as rain"
She Produced a quilt, its patchwork face
Its quintissential look brought a gale gasps
A Royal hunting scene to bag a boar or quail
A arrow from the quiver ready to impale
"it qualified for the...
#kindness
#learning
#revenge
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Aug 2019 6:33pm
18th Aug 2019 6:33pm
Hymn of Acxiom #Vienna Tang
That blanket that concealed the truth
And all dissinformation rule. and just to trawl
To capture pearls though they be small
That passwords secrets come and gone
Until the shit all hit the fan
Until the shit all hit the fan
The jewlery and keepsakes drawers
And not disguised in cloak and gloves
Just innocence of the users clause
They robbed you naked of your clothes
They robbed you naked left you so exposed
Nuggets from a mine so open cast
And self esteem just echoed in a hollow laugh
You featured in your...
And all dissinformation rule. and just to trawl
To capture pearls though they be small
That passwords secrets come and gone
Until the shit all hit the fan
Until the shit all hit the fan
The jewlery and keepsakes drawers
And not disguised in cloak and gloves
Just innocence of the users clause
They robbed you naked of your clothes
They robbed you naked left you so exposed
Nuggets from a mine so open cast
And self esteem just echoed in a hollow laugh
You featured in your...
#politics
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Aug 2019 2:33am
18th Aug 2019 2:33am
Man-I-cure
On the ends the digits five on each
For me they hold such preciousness
The conductors of our life
To lift the cup the erotic and the pure
That finger finger touch
Don't push that cuticle away
For each moon is saying stay
Be with the smile of my caress
A butterfly with winds so soft
The down of skin when clothes have dropped
Red quivers lips the silent gasp
Of extacy within your grasp
And hope that point will last and last and last
Drew out what you would freely give
A beckon to that inner place
The palmistry of...
For me they hold such preciousness
The conductors of our life
To lift the cup the erotic and the pure
That finger finger touch
Don't push that cuticle away
For each moon is saying stay
Be with the smile of my caress
A butterfly with winds so soft
The down of skin when clothes have dropped
Red quivers lips the silent gasp
Of extacy within your grasp
And hope that point will last and last and last
Drew out what you would freely give
A beckon to that inner place
The palmistry of...
#lust
#sexy
#masculinity
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2019 2:19am
16th Aug 2019 2:19am
Step there
Unfinished bridge
The future
Flows beneath
The future
Flows beneath
#LifeGoals
25 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2019 6:37pm
15th Aug 2019 6:37pm
Skimmed milk
Skinny lat'e not to hot
Paint of caf'e culture, in the outside showing off
Where red carpet dreams
Hide your threadbare needs
And one day walk the path of celebrity
Homespun with a core so tough
More and more concealer the blemishes retouched
A pose of interest and of wit
False lash, red lips the beauty box that self equips
Your twin self knows how to twist the knife
The plastic surgeons nip and tuck, that augmentation he provides
lemons to melons sprout
A snow tiger that haughty gait
Endangered in the cold a statured grace ...
Paint of caf'e culture, in the outside showing off
Where red carpet dreams
Hide your threadbare needs
And one day walk the path of celebrity
Homespun with a core so tough
More and more concealer the blemishes retouched
A pose of interest and of wit
False lash, red lips the beauty box that self equips
Your twin self knows how to twist the knife
The plastic surgeons nip and tuck, that augmentation he provides
lemons to melons sprout
A snow tiger that haughty gait
Endangered in the cold a statured grace ...
#SelfDiscovery
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2019 12:48pm
11th Aug 2019 12:48pm
End stops #Anne Sexton
How clean the fresh dug grave
Empty footprints stamped from lifes arrears
The tired franked stamps, torn out to save
Wheelbarrow's punctured wheel collapsed
Weeds that choke untended crops
Shining bronze of desolation
Type prints shouting with your fixations
A metronome of incarceration
Times the hammer on the final nail
Scattered ashes of dried hormones
Jigsaw scrabble that's your subliminal headphones
Black carrion crows to peck at your minds eye
The strewn of all the dreams price tags
Comes exhaustion,...
Empty footprints stamped from lifes arrears
The tired franked stamps, torn out to save
Wheelbarrow's punctured wheel collapsed
Weeds that choke untended crops
Shining bronze of desolation
Type prints shouting with your fixations
A metronome of incarceration
Times the hammer on the final nail
Scattered ashes of dried hormones
Jigsaw scrabble that's your subliminal headphones
Black carrion crows to peck at your minds eye
The strewn of all the dreams price tags
Comes exhaustion,...
#death
#memorial
40 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2019 6:45pm
9th Aug 2019 6:45pm
Banging on the coffin lid # Dylan Thomas
For all we had said our amen to life
The evensong came and, in its broken snare
No comfort the weakness and all strife
Faiths candle burned its taper short
The welcome mat to find it bare
Belief the insurance you have bought
The resting place a family plot
A colour chart of greying hair
Executors are nesting "leave them not a lot"
The funeral plans finance decease
Just a few more days God can you spare
The undertakers tape be siezed
A stubborn will not lie in shrouds white sheet
To shout and...
The evensong came and, in its broken snare
No comfort the weakness and all strife
Faiths candle burned its taper short
The welcome mat to find it bare
Belief the insurance you have bought
The resting place a family plot
A colour chart of greying hair
Executors are nesting "leave them not a lot"
The funeral plans finance decease
Just a few more days God can you spare
The undertakers tape be siezed
A stubborn will not lie in shrouds white sheet
To shout and...
#death
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2019 9:47am
9th Aug 2019 9:47am
Evening forms
A murmuration, shape shifting, dipping, lifting
Night clouds, sliding sunset towards its roost
Faster than dawn. seems its closing form
It's golden palette soon absorbed
Into the rainbows darker hues
How quick the change indigo and blue
The chill of self reflection, lights the first star
Last notes of contentment the days orchestra
Shadows, the players that weaken and change
Descends to night, the first yawn unconstrained
Ties that eve
Its robes wrapped as darkness thieves
inspiration EE Cummings (Summer Silence)
Night clouds, sliding sunset towards its roost
Faster than dawn. seems its closing form
It's golden palette soon absorbed
Into the rainbows darker hues
How quick the change indigo and blue
The chill of self reflection, lights the first star
Last notes of contentment the days orchestra
Shadows, the players that weaken and change
Descends to night, the first yawn unconstrained
Ties that eve
Its robes wrapped as darkness thieves
inspiration EE Cummings (Summer Silence)
#night
#SelfReflection
#EECummings
56 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Aug 2019 8:31am
7th Aug 2019 8:31am
Shalom
The camp commander stood on a box
The prisoners trapped in paddock locked
loud hailer in his hand announced
Above the multitude and shouts
The picket line stood firm and square
Their spits like pollen filled the air
The agitators throwing rocks
For that pretense it was designed to shock
The paradigm of abuse that makes you kick
For blooded hands a race on which to pick
That stoic pharisee he raved
"To the Wailing Wall and we be saved"
And in the end all placid was
The hail of bullets quelled the...
The prisoners trapped in paddock locked
loud hailer in his hand announced
Above the multitude and shouts
The picket line stood firm and square
Their spits like pollen filled the air
The agitators throwing rocks
For that pretense it was designed to shock
The paradigm of abuse that makes you kick
For blooded hands a race on which to pick
That stoic pharisee he raved
"To the Wailing Wall and we be saved"
And in the end all placid was
The hail of bullets quelled the...
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2019 2:32pm
6th Aug 2019 2:32pm
Carrie
The closet always had its mysteries
The choices come and always tease
In your mind carry a subconscious mutiny
To twist that masculinity
Was it the skirts his father wore
That pleated kilt the sporrans draw
The flare and bounce as on he strode
Shapely legs with flesh exposed
For he would dress the same as that
With some femininity attached
Jean Harlow look that sultry vamp
Disguised always with a Philip Marlowe mac
Dark alleys where the clans all meet
A world of intrigue lies and cheats
A...
The choices come and always tease
In your mind carry a subconscious mutiny
To twist that masculinity
Was it the skirts his father wore
That pleated kilt the sporrans draw
The flare and bounce as on he strode
Shapely legs with flesh exposed
For he would dress the same as that
With some femininity attached
Jean Harlow look that sultry vamp
Disguised always with a Philip Marlowe mac
Dark alleys where the clans all meet
A world of intrigue lies and cheats
A...
#LGBT
#transgender
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