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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.
SELF POEM
Published
Today 9:16am
Today 9:16am
Lost in the crowd
Just to poke your head above the parapet
and spirit find no magic carpet--
none to lift, no hand to help
all I see, is self, self -- self
That small island in wash and wind
no sense left just shifting sand
compression the landscape that surrounds
claustrophobia pressing down
The street is a multi culture riot
each badge an import round festooned
an open vein that never clots
Man Friday in a in a crowd marooned
A singleton of unconform
a lone wheat sheaf in a field of corn
that swamp...
and spirit find no magic carpet--
none to lift, no hand to help
all I see, is self, self -- self
That small island in wash and wind
no sense left just shifting sand
compression the landscape that surrounds
claustrophobia pressing down
The street is a multi culture riot
each badge an import round festooned
an open vein that never clots
Man Friday in a in a crowd marooned
A singleton of unconform
a lone wheat sheaf in a field of corn
that swamp...
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
12 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
Yesterday 8:33am
Yesterday 8:33am
Valentine cutting
Not a long stemmed Rose; but a red ingot
and, simple Jasmine; I am besotted
and, simple Jasmine; I am besotted
#love
13 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 3:50pm
20th Jan 2020 3:50pm
My sky
Night brings stars and moon
Day brings sun to refesh my temple
Jet trails cut its mantle
That canopy blue
Come aspirations
In the minds hot air ballons
Wing to the sky
Untied tangents fly
Day brings sun to refesh my temple
Jet trails cut its mantle
That canopy blue
Come aspirations
In the minds hot air ballons
Wing to the sky
Untied tangents fly
#freedom
#escape
18 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2020 9:13pm
18th Jan 2020 9:13pm
To my Valentine
With these words I will remark
To help me undertake the task
Send a message sweet as the morning lark
That amour I know cannot be masked
Lace my card with good intention
Sweet phrase to make her heed
An arrow to make that connection
To land a growing seed
I am the waterfall and its crescendo
My feelings fall in deep cascades
For true romance not inuendo
My mind plays yours and mine charades
A secret declaration for dreamed company
A heart worn on a sleeve
Will tenderness find empathy
A...
To help me undertake the task
Send a message sweet as the morning lark
That amour I know cannot be masked
Lace my card with good intention
Sweet phrase to make her heed
An arrow to make that connection
To land a growing seed
I am the waterfall and its crescendo
My feelings fall in deep cascades
For true romance not inuendo
My mind plays yours and mine charades
A secret declaration for dreamed company
A heart worn on a sleeve
Will tenderness find empathy
A...
#romantic
36 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 7:47am
14th Jan 2020 7:47am
Juggernaut
How small this size
Is it that Colossus threatened stride
When you are floundering like fish
Its shadow looms as dark as pitch
Not just a pantechnicon it drives
To move a mass to change our lives
Like an avalanch that shifts
To be overwhelmed in its drifts
As with war or just peace delayed
It rolls and thunders that convey
To the victor memories and numbers
That cataclysm on and on it rumbles
The tide make an intrusion
To drown and to destroy
That tsunami rises like a demon
Sweep in and take all...
Is it that Colossus threatened stride
When you are floundering like fish
Its shadow looms as dark as pitch
Not just a pantechnicon it drives
To move a mass to change our lives
Like an avalanch that shifts
To be overwhelmed in its drifts
As with war or just peace delayed
It rolls and thunders that convey
To the victor memories and numbers
That cataclysm on and on it rumbles
The tide make an intrusion
To drown and to destroy
That tsunami rises like a demon
Sweep in and take all...
#PowerOfWords
24 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2020 9:57pm
11th Jan 2020 9:57pm
Dogs dinner
Did you write what you thought good
Like music it fell and it was rich
And posted it and others swarmed to say a like
Your chest it swelled with haughty pride
Be be be on that self gravy train
You pour it out those thick and lumpy lines
The plate so full of that mundane
That jus that some proclaim as fine
The veg it diced on perfect shape
Like scrabble letters in the rack
You feel the height of that elate
The stanza on the platter stacked
The form and round from stalk in ground
A company to please all tastes ...
Like music it fell and it was rich
And posted it and others swarmed to say a like
Your chest it swelled with haughty pride
Be be be on that self gravy train
You pour it out those thick and lumpy lines
The plate so full of that mundane
That jus that some proclaim as fine
The veg it diced on perfect shape
Like scrabble letters in the rack
You feel the height of that elate
The stanza on the platter stacked
The form and round from stalk in ground
A company to please all tastes ...
#LifeAsAWriter
31 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jan 2020 9:13pm
11th Jan 2020 9:13pm
The Lamplighter
The Lamplighter
#romantic
30 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2020 7:35pm
8th Jan 2020 7:35pm
The new plane (the reaper)
The grim reapers toil
He carries on in peace and war
Whatever span on this mortal coil
His scythe will cut each flower all
Looks to what must be renewed
To carve a swathe
No time to stop or brood
The keeness of his blade
He takes us all adult and child
Futility of the beaten chest
The steep forever flailed
Black harvester arrests
Some gone in a blink
Some linger on the brink
Come that shadow cast me thinks
And death in tremor sink
The good to heavens utopia
Others...
He carries on in peace and war
Whatever span on this mortal coil
His scythe will cut each flower all
Looks to what must be renewed
To carve a swathe
No time to stop or brood
The keeness of his blade
He takes us all adult and child
Futility of the beaten chest
The steep forever flailed
Black harvester arrests
Some gone in a blink
Some linger on the brink
Come that shadow cast me thinks
And death in tremor sink
The good to heavens utopia
Others...
#death
47 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2020 3:44pm
6th Jan 2020 3:44pm
A lions pride
Is it arrogance to be the head
A sense of self, on the top shelf
When others fail and you must lead
They flounder so and ask for help
A self assurace to be your own
To choose your path and not kowtow
And hold the lamp of your own glow
Not seek the spotlights fickle bow
A vocabulary that has no cant
Your own shoes are just big enough
An ego tied so sacrosanct
Not effigy or golden bust
Seek no the preen of the selfie sect
For pride shows srength of intellect
Where others fawn and self...
A sense of self, on the top shelf
When others fail and you must lead
They flounder so and ask for help
A self assurace to be your own
To choose your path and not kowtow
And hold the lamp of your own glow
Not seek the spotlights fickle bow
A vocabulary that has no cant
Your own shoes are just big enough
An ego tied so sacrosanct
Not effigy or golden bust
Seek no the preen of the selfie sect
For pride shows srength of intellect
Where others fawn and self...
#SelfDiscovery
25 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2020 10:01am
5th Jan 2020 10:01am
The blues I knew
In the main parade
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs ...
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs ...
#oppression
#music
#LangstonHughes
32 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2020 4:48pm
4th Jan 2020 4:48pm
A black cane
The curtains open hush decends
The make up caked
Expectation its butterflies
like acoustics rise and fall
An odd trainer left on the stairs
The school sachels already full
Bickering over corn and coco pops
The last to don a baseball cap
Vodka bottle that's hidden by detergents
Take a seat but is it comedy or drama
The one hander you starred and wrote
Tidy mothers cards still all on the sideboard
Kind words cant plaster pain
Smiling, sinking, screaming
The padded duvet of the Ironing room
No muster quell that...
The make up caked
Expectation its butterflies
like acoustics rise and fall
An odd trainer left on the stairs
The school sachels already full
Bickering over corn and coco pops
The last to don a baseball cap
Vodka bottle that's hidden by detergents
Take a seat but is it comedy or drama
The one hander you starred and wrote
Tidy mothers cards still all on the sideboard
Kind words cant plaster pain
Smiling, sinking, screaming
The padded duvet of the Ironing room
No muster quell that...
#LifeStruggles
#addiction
39 reads
1 Comment
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