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DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 8:52am
Yesterday 8:52am
Full moon of trauma
Now's calendar, its phase, the ticking clock alarm button raised
anguish imminent, my brow with worry lines of discontent
frozen in the bath, the water starts to rise
green acrid smoke, of sanity denied
the whip-crack thunder your skeleton in flames
the power to harm and maim, that cruel hand holds the whip and cane
a prescription that's already signed
schizophrenia, the coin is tossed and spins and then divides
a wolf that ever howls, the inner, devil laughs and then devours
full moon shines on traumas darker side.
anguish imminent, my brow with worry lines of discontent
frozen in the bath, the water starts to rise
green acrid smoke, of sanity denied
the whip-crack thunder your skeleton in flames
the power to harm and maim, that cruel hand holds the whip and cane
a prescription that's already signed
schizophrenia, the coin is tossed and spins and then divides
a wolf that ever howls, the inner, devil laughs and then devours
full moon shines on traumas darker side.
#depression
#MentalHealth
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2021 11:05pm
25th Sep 2021 11:05pm
Aspects of autumn (A rondel)
A webs spun dew, it's droplets glint
fractions, of longer nights and shorter days
the spider waits within it's treaded maze
autumn's burnished glow, never indistinct
The year is ageing, needing pills and liniment
fall, a golden palette, proudly now displayed
a webs spun dew, it's droplets glint
fractions, of longer nights and shorter days
Thumb it's nose, to winters cold inheritance
with serenity, of just captured grace
in peace and calm, not misbehave
the spider waits, no need to sprint
the webs spun dew, its...
fractions, of longer nights and shorter days
the spider waits within it's treaded maze
autumn's burnished glow, never indistinct
The year is ageing, needing pills and liniment
fall, a golden palette, proudly now displayed
a webs spun dew, it's droplets glint
fractions, of longer nights and shorter days
Thumb it's nose, to winters cold inheritance
with serenity, of just captured grace
in peace and calm, not misbehave
the spider waits, no need to sprint
the webs spun dew, its...
#fall
#nature
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2021 10:01pm
25th Sep 2021 10:01pm
Smiling in the quicksand
Kid clove crocodiles
smiling in the quicksand
scotch bonnet rage
amazon prime declined
perforated edge of ambition
damp squib not nuclear fission
smiling in the quicksand
scotch bonnet rage
amazon prime declined
perforated edge of ambition
damp squib not nuclear fission
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Sep 2021 3:35am
24th Sep 2021 3:35am
The carving
The silhouettes that filled Septembers sky,
in innocence they stood.
Twins, stood never far apart
America in brotherhood
the trade they had would soon be robbed
carved with hatred
carved from a clear blue sky
carved with the fanatic's death wish cry
We stand for just a minute now,
silence gathered, heads bowed down,
and try to resurrect. from the shattered and the torn.
9/11 the innocence of dawn.
A fading photo clasped, the knuckles white,
with sorrow...
in innocence they stood.
Twins, stood never far apart
America in brotherhood
the trade they had would soon be robbed
carved with hatred
carved from a clear blue sky
carved with the fanatic's death wish cry
We stand for just a minute now,
silence gathered, heads bowed down,
and try to resurrect. from the shattered and the torn.
9/11 the innocence of dawn.
A fading photo clasped, the knuckles white,
with sorrow...
#memorial
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2021 5:43pm
23rd Sep 2021 5:43pm
The hand of god (cascade)
Mourning dawns on a special day
you made your presence fit myself
offer each the gifted joy of praise
God will guide his hand to help
Reborn and washed, with faith earmarked
with spring of step, not feet of clay
a spirit like the song of larks
morning dawns on a special day
If temptation, my moral fibre sway
a peace complete in which to delve
not wander from the straight and narrow way
you made your presence fit myself
If I should doubt when times are hard
feel the warmth of his beneficial gaze
the Good...
you made your presence fit myself
offer each the gifted joy of praise
God will guide his hand to help
Reborn and washed, with faith earmarked
with spring of step, not feet of clay
a spirit like the song of larks
morning dawns on a special day
If temptation, my moral fibre sway
a peace complete in which to delve
not wander from the straight and narrow way
you made your presence fit myself
If I should doubt when times are hard
feel the warmth of his beneficial gaze
the Good...
#faith
#spiritual
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 9:22am
22nd Sep 2021 9:22am
Sweet Caroline
On the stage it stood so bare
the amps unplugged all was silence, peaceful, quiet
the spotlight lost, a star to share
his ghost stood at the mike,
in the crowds thick fug.
Tickets rare a rocking horse shit,
pawned my goods to make the trip,
for they came in hordes and droves,
in admiration, young and old's.
Adulation raised the roof.
A greater star, to entrance, with lyrics truth.
the one with which, we could engage,
he sang, of feelings, fit for every age.
Spoke joy for romance, at every stage
sparkle,...
the amps unplugged all was silence, peaceful, quiet
the spotlight lost, a star to share
his ghost stood at the mike,
in the crowds thick fug.
Tickets rare a rocking horse shit,
pawned my goods to make the trip,
for they came in hordes and droves,
in admiration, young and old's.
Adulation raised the roof.
A greater star, to entrance, with lyrics truth.
the one with which, we could engage,
he sang, of feelings, fit for every age.
Spoke joy for romance, at every stage
sparkle,...
#lyrics
#addiction
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2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2021 4:01pm
18th Sep 2021 4:01pm
The spokes of morning
The new day is the canvas stretched
not old dried painted chips
new sap that flows through branch and twig
cock crows, rouse sleepy hens
To raise the bugle to the lips
how welcome is the smell
as the bacon starts to crisp
summoning the nights farewell
Aromas, as the dawn lights the dewy sill
a background, that is just infill
the day is poised with crayon raised,
just outlines brushed in hues of haze
Old church bell chimes, the quarter past
the minute hand, the tillers spokes that spin
eye to mind, the...
not old dried painted chips
new sap that flows through branch and twig
cock crows, rouse sleepy hens
To raise the bugle to the lips
how welcome is the smell
as the bacon starts to crisp
summoning the nights farewell
Aromas, as the dawn lights the dewy sill
a background, that is just infill
the day is poised with crayon raised,
just outlines brushed in hues of haze
Old church bell chimes, the quarter past
the minute hand, the tillers spokes that spin
eye to mind, the...
#morning
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2021 10:16pm
16th Sep 2021 10:16pm
My lines of strata
For I was flung across the face of space,
from the womb,
conceived, from the boiling birthing pool.
Bouncing like ducks and drakes,
wider cosmos as a playground.
Time to form my character,
bombarded, and formed a resilience,
Gave me the magnetic field, to summon friends,
a gospel to sing, be new and mint.
Radiation emitting strobes that lie invisible.
My journey from the sight of solid state
each glimpse, for I am the Medusa's gaze.
The power to encapsulate,
turn a statue to a block of slate,
As man will change my...
from the womb,
conceived, from the boiling birthing pool.
Bouncing like ducks and drakes,
wider cosmos as a playground.
Time to form my character,
bombarded, and formed a resilience,
Gave me the magnetic field, to summon friends,
a gospel to sing, be new and mint.
Radiation emitting strobes that lie invisible.
My journey from the sight of solid state
each glimpse, for I am the Medusa's gaze.
The power to encapsulate,
turn a statue to a block of slate,
As man will change my...
#earth
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2021 8:15pm
12th Sep 2021 8:15pm
first of fall (Septembers song)
Be first to greet the equinox,
when summers heat is passed,
where balance stands between cold and hot
come winds with cooler draught
Rich brown hedges lined with moss,
that disguise the wily fox.
Time to sit and just reflect,
bright amber jewels there to inspect
Stabbed by barbs on hands and arms
bramble jam, be, the winters balm
when nature paints in terracotta,
to mould the clay, God be the potter.
Fields, where stoops of corn stand statuesque,
plains tainted with the Midas touch.
Gifts of harvest...
when summers heat is passed,
where balance stands between cold and hot
come winds with cooler draught
Rich brown hedges lined with moss,
that disguise the wily fox.
Time to sit and just reflect,
bright amber jewels there to inspect
Stabbed by barbs on hands and arms
bramble jam, be, the winters balm
when nature paints in terracotta,
to mould the clay, God be the potter.
Fields, where stoops of corn stand statuesque,
plains tainted with the Midas touch.
Gifts of harvest...
#fall
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2021 8:41am
10th Sep 2021 8:41am
There was a young man from Seville (Limerick)
There was a young man from Seville
who swallowed some bright orange peel
his tummy it swelled
the toilet it held
his stool, was a marmalade thrill
who swallowed some bright orange peel
his tummy it swelled
the toilet it held
his stool, was a marmalade thrill
#limerick
#funny
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6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2021 1:00pm
8th Sep 2021 1:00pm
To leave a legacy
I as a preacher, stand just as a singular
and on the dais raised,
to beseech not command
for each to change his ways.
Divest of garments, naked stood
with just the voice of truth
do not chough and fidget so,
attention span, of a goldfish in a bowl
To listen is the greatest gift.
A blank prescription left to fill.
Worries gap, a hole and hope will not suffice,
as kindness be the cure, for many ill's.
Burgeoning stress, a pumice stone. dulling each keen edge,
the mould, the verdigris upon the cheese,...
and on the dais raised,
to beseech not command
for each to change his ways.
Divest of garments, naked stood
with just the voice of truth
do not chough and fidget so,
attention span, of a goldfish in a bowl
To listen is the greatest gift.
A blank prescription left to fill.
Worries gap, a hole and hope will not suffice,
as kindness be the cure, for many ill's.
Burgeoning stress, a pumice stone. dulling each keen edge,
the mould, the verdigris upon the cheese,...
#philosophical
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2021 3:35pm
7th Sep 2021 3:35pm
The camels humps
The Camels Humps
Distain for humans is quite plain,
you’re welcome, a vile of spit.
Perceive, our hollow core, devoid of wit,
for all you see is a cartoon,
the bony knees a broad mid-drift,
and on its back two balloons,
For you to travel on the dunes
so graceful in its gait.
To rise the crest, where trucks are stuck,
pass onward with a haughty gaze
and forward stride. hoofmarks plain
no shield from sun, on wrinkled skin,
Just sand on sand, the whole terrain
Brave ship to carry homosapien,
the double eyelid...
Distain for humans is quite plain,
you’re welcome, a vile of spit.
Perceive, our hollow core, devoid of wit,
for all you see is a cartoon,
the bony knees a broad mid-drift,
and on its back two balloons,
For you to travel on the dunes
so graceful in its gait.
To rise the crest, where trucks are stuck,
pass onward with a haughty gaze
and forward stride. hoofmarks plain
no shield from sun, on wrinkled skin,
Just sand on sand, the whole terrain
Brave ship to carry homosapien,
the double eyelid...
#environment
#desert
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2 Comments
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