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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.
SELF POEM
Published
Today 9:50am
Today 9:50am
Shakespeare's must
Courage. and fill each empty theatre seat
a face of of tragedy and comedy
wringing emotions, from the crowd that peep
players set with with words of alchemy
Vest the manuscript with a likely plot
twists and turns with malevolence churned
cheers and boos, crowd turning cold and hot
great tales with a some outcomes unconfirmed
For its a brilliance none can match
mask, of grins and tears always prevail
heroic death fall on a sword perhaps
turn ones hand to a Shakespearian tale
The devil feed my quill with blooded ink ...
a face of of tragedy and comedy
wringing emotions, from the crowd that peep
players set with with words of alchemy
Vest the manuscript with a likely plot
twists and turns with malevolence churned
cheers and boos, crowd turning cold and hot
great tales with a some outcomes unconfirmed
For its a brilliance none can match
mask, of grins and tears always prevail
heroic death fall on a sword perhaps
turn ones hand to a Shakespearian tale
The devil feed my quill with blooded ink ...
#sonnet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2023 4:28pm
4th Dec 2023 4:28pm
Felt in the bones
Barren hopes of the reservation
when dignity is stripped away
wars, with their precipitation
tribes long gone, deaths flooded plain
Custodians, tended it with loving touch
violence came and conflicts crunch.
As in Hiawatha's song
that ideal`s gone
so long held and right was trumped
Wordsworth's lines ring clearly, truths
spirits stir, ancestors ghosts still ride
If poetry could turn the tide
stallions with flaming hooves
a trial where nothing was denied
A heritage of beads and feather ...
when dignity is stripped away
wars, with their precipitation
tribes long gone, deaths flooded plain
Custodians, tended it with loving touch
violence came and conflicts crunch.
As in Hiawatha's song
that ideal`s gone
so long held and right was trumped
Wordsworth's lines ring clearly, truths
spirits stir, ancestors ghosts still ride
If poetry could turn the tide
stallions with flaming hooves
a trial where nothing was denied
A heritage of beads and feather ...
#oppression
26 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2023 3:58pm
4th Dec 2023 3:58pm
Close by natures side
As the night its slumber breaks
dawns eyelids crack, day awakes
backdrop, breakfast spreads
come take a place
Through the curtains, drawn away
draws the eye, its bold display
awake in shooting threads
springs parallelogram arrays
Some are blinded to the sight
not hear the nightingales delight
my empathy cannot embed
perceiving not, the wonders bright
Songbirds trill with wagging tail
rhapsody, on air did sail
to conjure visions in my head
budding rose of trellis, nightingales
Beset the...
dawns eyelids crack, day awakes
backdrop, breakfast spreads
come take a place
Through the curtains, drawn away
draws the eye, its bold display
awake in shooting threads
springs parallelogram arrays
Some are blinded to the sight
not hear the nightingales delight
my empathy cannot embed
perceiving not, the wonders bright
Songbirds trill with wagging tail
rhapsody, on air did sail
to conjure visions in my head
budding rose of trellis, nightingales
Beset the...
#nature
27 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2023 1:42pm
29th Oct 2023 1:42pm
Returned by love
A photo in a silver frame
as from the grave, find a spirit raised
the joy that sat within my bones
the welcome that was ever home
Sweet candy cane the kisses missed
music be the need to speak
for grief its temperance is seeped
break its grip, when each should meet
A bowl of fruit, was life at best
to perish and yet to refresh
was born to rot and root again
as relatives, hold each sustained
The drift of incense, comfort come
to dance to see each new born one
and know departing`s gallows are
relit...
as from the grave, find a spirit raised
the joy that sat within my bones
the welcome that was ever home
Sweet candy cane the kisses missed
music be the need to speak
for grief its temperance is seeped
break its grip, when each should meet
A bowl of fruit, was life at best
to perish and yet to refresh
was born to rot and root again
as relatives, hold each sustained
The drift of incense, comfort come
to dance to see each new born one
and know departing`s gallows are
relit...
#LongDistanceRelationship
67 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2023 9:39pm
3rd Oct 2023 9:39pm
Caretaker of the crazy me
Caretaker of the crazy me
conjoined in mental tyranny
the dark pit where I inward bleed
and sanity will never seed
wastelands where i wandered
ignored the rotting self
a spent life worn and squandered
touched the devils wealth
a nightmare to caress
the warder in the dungeon
savour, the toxic reponssess
finality is stamped and summoned
distorted music seeps a
contorted relationship dripping
all icy mental storms,
a cesspit full of slugs and worms
a spectre with me always walks ...
conjoined in mental tyranny
the dark pit where I inward bleed
and sanity will never seed
wastelands where i wandered
ignored the rotting self
a spent life worn and squandered
touched the devils wealth
a nightmare to caress
the warder in the dungeon
savour, the toxic reponssess
finality is stamped and summoned
distorted music seeps a
contorted relationship dripping
all icy mental storms,
a cesspit full of slugs and worms
a spectre with me always walks ...
#vulnerability
69 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Sep 2023 9:06pm
27th Sep 2023 9:06pm
Conversations with my hammers
Conversations with my hammers
Me - "High guys, got a busy day today"
They – all groan
Me- “no good adopting that attitude”
Them – lump hammer says` “what’s the job”
Me -"roofing today"
Toffee hammer squeaks –“you know I’ve got vertigo and a sweet tooth
I`m so skinny I’ll never be as big as the other hammers
Me-”stop whining toffee what good would you be in the roof”
I need claw and lump and perhaps sledge.
The three hammers complain “ its freezing out there, we only do roofing in the summer
Me-"its an...
Me - "High guys, got a busy day today"
They – all groan
Me- “no good adopting that attitude”
Them – lump hammer says` “what’s the job”
Me -"roofing today"
Toffee hammer squeaks –“you know I’ve got vertigo and a sweet tooth
I`m so skinny I’ll never be as big as the other hammers
Me-”stop whining toffee what good would you be in the roof”
I need claw and lump and perhaps sledge.
The three hammers complain “ its freezing out there, we only do roofing in the summer
Me-"its an...
#mythology
#steampunk
66 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2023 8:47am
22nd Sep 2023 8:47am
Imprisoned by love
I searched but never found the key
the door was open, but I was tied
with chains of fate, those that judge
a life sentence was no shock
disowned by friend and visits rare
marriage was no wild affair
scampering rats of spite
straw palliasse, home comforts gone
lice the scourge of tempers raw
belittled with an ego stripped
taxonomy its list provides
despair and its graded slide
within a cage the circling hands of time
sweep relentless as the guilt of crime
a tariff set with no reprieve
handcuffed to beauties darker...
the door was open, but I was tied
with chains of fate, those that judge
a life sentence was no shock
disowned by friend and visits rare
marriage was no wild affair
scampering rats of spite
straw palliasse, home comforts gone
lice the scourge of tempers raw
belittled with an ego stripped
taxonomy its list provides
despair and its graded slide
within a cage the circling hands of time
sweep relentless as the guilt of crime
a tariff set with no reprieve
handcuffed to beauties darker...
#relationships
95 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Sep 2023 10:14pm
19th Sep 2023 10:14pm
Split personality
Is presence seemed the norm
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
#dystopian
72 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2023 3:46pm
17th Sep 2023 3:46pm
Archetypal Greek Gods and Goddesses
Captured beauty cast in bronze
they lived a larger life
and bore its perils plots and pain
passions fired, intrigue rife
the stage beyond the footlights bright
scribed to us by Socrates
lives of demonry and greed
mountain tops of destiny
written into history
bearing their forever youth
immortal now in deathly truth
cant sing a eulogy, for in existence
left the myths, we play them still
transformations; all the poison bits
lost love and incest, all the worst
all the best, they Bigged it up
in wild excess, for...
they lived a larger life
and bore its perils plots and pain
passions fired, intrigue rife
the stage beyond the footlights bright
scribed to us by Socrates
lives of demonry and greed
mountain tops of destiny
written into history
bearing their forever youth
immortal now in deathly truth
cant sing a eulogy, for in existence
left the myths, we play them still
transformations; all the poison bits
lost love and incest, all the worst
all the best, they Bigged it up
in wild excess, for...
#mythology
64 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2023 1:22pm
5th Sep 2023 1:22pm
Train to the afterlife
The heady rush of steam
steady, the clickity clack,
of, your times elapse
the crackle of the speaker
last train that you take,
your death, then your wake
from the light into the tunnels black
one way ticket, we all get
our fore-life played on sepia film
a lottery of life unfilled, what`s coming yet,
chilled panorama of decay
of glimpses and reflection
mighty organs, strains that play
rushing onward, whistling towards perfection
the locomotion to eternities
heading North past visas wide
aura of the northern...
steady, the clickity clack,
of, your times elapse
the crackle of the speaker
last train that you take,
your death, then your wake
from the light into the tunnels black
one way ticket, we all get
our fore-life played on sepia film
a lottery of life unfilled, what`s coming yet,
chilled panorama of decay
of glimpses and reflection
mighty organs, strains that play
rushing onward, whistling towards perfection
the locomotion to eternities
heading North past visas wide
aura of the northern...
#death
#nostalgia
57 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2023 4:45pm
31st Aug 2023 4:45pm
A she progeny cursed
Erupts like a dormant gurgling spring
beds of hot coals cant burn her feet
a source, tumbling `or stones, advancing
beware, and best luck if you compete
Came from the womb, sense of menace forming
with the attitude of flaming hair
carrying a red triangle warning
"whatever- I don`t care"
Her life of lace and tattered rags
the morals were trampled
mysteries, the runes foretold, strewn from the muslin bag
no homespun Goddess, just a wild example
not held, or restrained
this wild mare paws the air ...
beds of hot coals cant burn her feet
a source, tumbling `or stones, advancing
beware, and best luck if you compete
Came from the womb, sense of menace forming
with the attitude of flaming hair
carrying a red triangle warning
"whatever- I don`t care"
Her life of lace and tattered rags
the morals were trampled
mysteries, the runes foretold, strewn from the muslin bag
no homespun Goddess, just a wild example
not held, or restrained
this wild mare paws the air ...
#horror
66 reads
3 Comments
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