Submissions by slipalong
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.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2020 9:01am
6th Jul 2020 9:01am
Patina
In the aura of its reservation
hold a sheen so rare
as the modern with its shiny
looks on, in frank despair
Tended with a loving touch
and held in great esteem
dented like a well worn couch
and corners thumbed with wear
Hold the eye without contempt
with an aura of good taste
all complete within its space
just class, like a comfy chair
Carry all the wear and toil
the dirt and grime that should despoil
yet stand serene
each age conserve in it's repair
For once it was all...
hold a sheen so rare
as the modern with its shiny
looks on, in frank despair
Tended with a loving touch
and held in great esteem
dented like a well worn couch
and corners thumbed with wear
Hold the eye without contempt
with an aura of good taste
all complete within its space
just class, like a comfy chair
Carry all the wear and toil
the dirt and grime that should despoil
yet stand serene
each age conserve in it's repair
For once it was all...
#FallingInLove
14 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2020 8:23am
3rd Jul 2020 8:23am
Realms
Butterfly's dreams
fireflies
glow
embers
vacuum's absolute
drawing
blushing needs
perforation on franked
plea's
obesity of palpitations
surgery the theatre of love
fireflies
glow
embers
vacuum's absolute
drawing
blushing needs
perforation on franked
plea's
obesity of palpitations
surgery the theatre of love
#dreams
#magic
#crush
21 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2020 7:23pm
1st Jul 2020 7:23pm
The last page of history (sexton beetle)
On the screen the credits roll
who will be the next director
endangered earth as the titles scroll
will god be our protector?
I gaze into my crystal ball
and I see no human form
that harbinger has reaped its toll
no hand to scribe, all gone before
The shelf where history was all wrote
all archived, the virus edited all books
just evolutions right to cope
nature, all man's seasons now revoked
In that spring clean, past wiped away
the alien that came was it...
who will be the next director
endangered earth as the titles scroll
will god be our protector?
I gaze into my crystal ball
and I see no human form
that harbinger has reaped its toll
no hand to scribe, all gone before
The shelf where history was all wrote
all archived, the virus edited all books
just evolutions right to cope
nature, all man's seasons now revoked
In that spring clean, past wiped away
the alien that came was it...
#evolution
23 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2020 3:25pm
28th Jun 2020 3:25pm
The dealers rap
Fishnet tights, holes of your complex
Times crosswords on the commuter train
the points that rattle through your brain
that mother fucker
that cock sucker
the healing weed you grow
with each unwrap and feel the glow
Each incest , temptations scribe
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes
the cocaine up the tube it goes
the hook and line of witty pros
and smack your soul, smack your muse
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit
pure Columbian 100 % ...
Times crosswords on the commuter train
the points that rattle through your brain
that mother fucker
that cock sucker
the healing weed you grow
with each unwrap and feel the glow
Each incest , temptations scribe
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes
the cocaine up the tube it goes
the hook and line of witty pros
and smack your soul, smack your muse
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit
pure Columbian 100 % ...
#LifeAsAWriter
45 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2020 8:36am
27th Jun 2020 8:36am
The chain
Got a whiff of strange perfume
and don't do the things we used to
gone passion's glow beneath the sheets
lacked coupling's starch leaves copulation incomplete
"don't break the chain"
always a good line to repeat
As we were bonded in that fetter
the steel we had and O's the letter
commitments weight mean nothing now
fall slack or taught the anchor from the bow
"and if you don't love me now"
" you will never love me again"
the base guitar stamp that mainstay
For in the temper of each link
God...
and don't do the things we used to
gone passion's glow beneath the sheets
lacked coupling's starch leaves copulation incomplete
"don't break the chain"
always a good line to repeat
As we were bonded in that fetter
the steel we had and O's the letter
commitments weight mean nothing now
fall slack or taught the anchor from the bow
"and if you don't love me now"
" you will never love me again"
the base guitar stamp that mainstay
For in the temper of each link
God...
#deception
39 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2020 9:32am
22nd Jun 2020 9:32am
MY All
It was as moon cast shadows, flee
and held me in that sense of wonderment
behold pure spirit, a mind of no impropriety
a table of such perfect elements
Hair swept on golden sandy shores
not baited hook that wears designer clothes
the prefect pebble and claim it as yours
pull down the moon, my need a baying wolf
Turbulence of eyes that meet
demure the questions and not blink
ask with hidden lust, inflection indiscreet
dream of nakedness beneath the mink
She carries the corsetry of unfettered...
and held me in that sense of wonderment
behold pure spirit, a mind of no impropriety
a table of such perfect elements
Hair swept on golden sandy shores
not baited hook that wears designer clothes
the prefect pebble and claim it as yours
pull down the moon, my need a baying wolf
Turbulence of eyes that meet
demure the questions and not blink
ask with hidden lust, inflection indiscreet
dream of nakedness beneath the mink
She carries the corsetry of unfettered...
#lover
61 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2020 10:52pm
19th Jun 2020 10:52pm
Sandstorms of crisis
It was portence hot winds, the sirocco and blew
stinging your face
the dust, the clouds, and reason questioned
blanket laden, the grains that bite at sentiment
the swirl, was this the prophecy
oriental ocult fermentation
the causeway between life and death so narrow
and quicksands threatened the unwary
strong trust we placed in that oasis of faith
it's always, like the font, comfort with words to refresh
the plauge it came like a typhoon's screw
swept up, cast it's net
bore away, stampeding galloping, like the dust...
stinging your face
the dust, the clouds, and reason questioned
blanket laden, the grains that bite at sentiment
the swirl, was this the prophecy
oriental ocult fermentation
the causeway between life and death so narrow
and quicksands threatened the unwary
strong trust we placed in that oasis of faith
it's always, like the font, comfort with words to refresh
the plauge it came like a typhoon's screw
swept up, cast it's net
bore away, stampeding galloping, like the dust...
#spiritual
34 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2020 9:07am
18th Jun 2020 9:07am
The self mirror
Deceptions of self royalty, and see what others see
under calm exterior, perceptions inconsistent majesty
Factions vie and accept lifes loneliness
the awkward a square peg, so blessed !
Try your best and know you fail
the clouded eye for small detail
Contentment rare as false hens teeth
the shifting grounds of self belief
Feet of clay that never were quite formed
never to find love again and be reborn
Commitment fit like a new bought vest
fools gold, was all I ever did posses
under calm exterior, perceptions inconsistent majesty
Factions vie and accept lifes loneliness
the awkward a square peg, so blessed !
Try your best and know you fail
the clouded eye for small detail
Contentment rare as false hens teeth
the shifting grounds of self belief
Feet of clay that never were quite formed
never to find love again and be reborn
Commitment fit like a new bought vest
fools gold, was all I ever did posses
#confessional
42 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jun 2020 5:05am
16th Jun 2020 5:05am
The right to cross the bridge
Did it bring any sense of peace
to see a line of khaki Humvee's
the battle lines, the fog that breeds unrest
and each front up in that contest
Fire that billows underneath the devils cape
is each minority so cruelly raped ?
the hair trigger, the authorities
no questions and no hesitate
For each, a different agenda
that drummer, the chatter on each street corner
that crescendo, the means to amplify each vex
the winter of their discontent
Prisoners in unseen chains
and...
to see a line of khaki Humvee's
the battle lines, the fog that breeds unrest
and each front up in that contest
Fire that billows underneath the devils cape
is each minority so cruelly raped ?
the hair trigger, the authorities
no questions and no hesitate
For each, a different agenda
that drummer, the chatter on each street corner
that crescendo, the means to amplify each vex
the winter of their discontent
Prisoners in unseen chains
and...
#conflict
39 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2020 12:34pm
14th Jun 2020 12:34pm
BLM
Cardboard s shaking fist
Black goal's that wont be eclipsed
BLM persist's
Black goal's that wont be eclipsed
BLM persist's
#strength
#LifeGoals
#senryu #determination
#senryu #determination
36 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2020 1:16pm
13th Jun 2020 1:16pm
The ration book
WARNING !! as this contains no rose scented words
no beseech from the altar to the heart
blessings bestowed upon the flock
just pictures of neglect that wars have brought
and destitution was its scourge
Hear that quote the "uncofortabe truth"
the cerfew as good times depart
the drone of bombers overhead
heard sirens wail, and escape onslaught
the praying deadly birds
Scratch around for comforts
amongst the debris piles
playgrounds imaginations
the ink that never dries ...
no beseech from the altar to the heart
blessings bestowed upon the flock
just pictures of neglect that wars have brought
and destitution was its scourge
Hear that quote the "uncofortabe truth"
the cerfew as good times depart
the drone of bombers overhead
heard sirens wail, and escape onslaught
the praying deadly birds
Scratch around for comforts
amongst the debris piles
playgrounds imaginations
the ink that never dries ...
#learning
35 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Jun 2020 6:20am
12th Jun 2020 6:20am
Restless hands and empty minds ?
Is this the statute that was cast
when the pestalance came to claim
the world sat on it's ARSE
and twiddled it's thumbs in board distain
Looking out of the window, a living chore
the forger cast a faulty mold
the harpies the disscontenet aligned in discord
skeletons of history, seen unfold
The whitewash of our teaching, enrage
in the mansions of philanthropy
they chained a coloured heritage
the cortiers of such misery
From lofty pearch
so doth wash the hands unseen
the rid, and renew,...
when the pestalance came to claim
the world sat on it's ARSE
and twiddled it's thumbs in board distain
Looking out of the window, a living chore
the forger cast a faulty mold
the harpies the disscontenet aligned in discord
skeletons of history, seen unfold
The whitewash of our teaching, enrage
in the mansions of philanthropy
they chained a coloured heritage
the cortiers of such misery
From lofty pearch
so doth wash the hands unseen
the rid, and renew,...
#support
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