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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.
Healing precipitation
Am I the tangle blown?
gusted, tumbling into the great unknown.
My anchor drags
and doubts do spawn.
A grappling hook
its barb and claw.
An image on the scanner drawn.
To calculate, find each natures law
the excess that will always multiply.
Where are the constants? pride
strode righteousness; how not to be its pawn.
The strength to regulate a move
as cast unfolds upon the potters wheel.
Entity, it shook my hand
maleficent, never knowing where to draw the line.
Poof; I felt a wind sublime.
A cornball magnet...
gusted, tumbling into the great unknown.
My anchor drags
and doubts do spawn.
A grappling hook
its barb and claw.
An image on the scanner drawn.
To calculate, find each natures law
the excess that will always multiply.
Where are the constants? pride
strode righteousness; how not to be its pawn.
The strength to regulate a move
as cast unfolds upon the potters wheel.
Entity, it shook my hand
maleficent, never knowing where to draw the line.
Poof; I felt a wind sublime.
A cornball magnet...
#spiritual
#satirical
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Viceroy butterfly (daVid)
For my pretence the grandiose
my wings to spread
in hues to match the undergrowth
in autumn shades
For the less well informed
mistaken for an admiral
a lepidoptera shrunk or just deformed
summers short days do fly
When in the earth as chrysalis curled
just like a teenager, lied in bed
escape the cold and winters snows
awaiting spring, transformed in that advent
The junk food of a cow pat
my elegance survived intact
a willow leaf where raindrops sat
my perch; your glance not pass me by
...
my wings to spread
in hues to match the undergrowth
in autumn shades
For the less well informed
mistaken for an admiral
a lepidoptera shrunk or just deformed
summers short days do fly
When in the earth as chrysalis curled
just like a teenager, lied in bed
escape the cold and winters snows
awaiting spring, transformed in that advent
The junk food of a cow pat
my elegance survived intact
a willow leaf where raindrops sat
my perch; your glance not pass me by
...
#butterfly
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Everyday theatre
Sometimes, it starts with just perhaps
the dog will pant and paw
eyes with expectation light
his lead hangs by the door
The backdrop of my unshaven chin
white snowflakes of dandruff fall
time to don the trace, adieu within
claustrophobia unlocked by open air
its faint euphoria of diesel fumes
I brave the cold 'neath winter clothes
naphthalene balls, long lost their power
the moth holes and mould
I hold the romance of new cut grass
the time when we were free
our chatter stirred like...
the dog will pant and paw
eyes with expectation light
his lead hangs by the door
The backdrop of my unshaven chin
white snowflakes of dandruff fall
time to don the trace, adieu within
claustrophobia unlocked by open air
its faint euphoria of diesel fumes
I brave the cold 'neath winter clothes
naphthalene balls, long lost their power
the moth holes and mould
I hold the romance of new cut grass
the time when we were free
our chatter stirred like...
#nature
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Shore up a crumbing wall
My faith, the gap, is simple, not decadent
I cast a line with hook and weight
false idols bright, I view so hesitant
my line was slack and never taught
I heard the want, of natures chant
it hummed discord
grumbled disgust, with needs and wants
never, bow on knee with a murmuring hoard
Not the edifice, imposing grand facade
a lightening flash, the thunder answer back
200 pipe organ, playing Bach
the angry storm with winds that lash
For Gaia's need, to kiss the earth
mankind so deaf to her beseech
ever...
I cast a line with hook and weight
false idols bright, I view so hesitant
my line was slack and never taught
I heard the want, of natures chant
it hummed discord
grumbled disgust, with needs and wants
never, bow on knee with a murmuring hoard
Not the edifice, imposing grand facade
a lightening flash, the thunder answer back
200 pipe organ, playing Bach
the angry storm with winds that lash
For Gaia's need, to kiss the earth
mankind so deaf to her beseech
ever...
#spiritual
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Is the car the goat
It stands unseen, polished, chrome all gleaming
but from its exhaust, comes shit all steaming
to blight the planet foul the air
a falsehood's affection, of a love affair
The door to your dreams the Ad men choose
a money pit, that rules the road
the odds to pull the longest straw
promoters to win and gain applause
A billy goat for company
to mow the grass, eat the weeds
keep the brambles from your door
enhance your life, not keep you poor
The scrap yard crane, that lies in wait
soon piles of scrap, so obsolete ...
but from its exhaust, comes shit all steaming
to blight the planet foul the air
a falsehood's affection, of a love affair
The door to your dreams the Ad men choose
a money pit, that rules the road
the odds to pull the longest straw
promoters to win and gain applause
A billy goat for company
to mow the grass, eat the weeds
keep the brambles from your door
enhance your life, not keep you poor
The scrap yard crane, that lies in wait
soon piles of scrap, so obsolete ...
#nature
#cars
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Paper sculptures
In the fires that scorched the Torah's rights
Manuscript's trod into the muddy street, dogs scavenging.
White knuckles, behind the iron fist; wolves circling
Swastika ideology that wrapped a minority, to gag, xenophobia.
The rush hour into a grey nowhere, the rats crept all over each.
Cattle trucks towards starvation, black mass to incarnation.
Skeletons ever haunt, emaciated, behind chain fence pretence.
The free world watches, demagogues, still defile the innocent.
More than prayer rising from the Zyklon B gas edits.
Burn our will, with a...
Manuscript's trod into the muddy street, dogs scavenging.
White knuckles, behind the iron fist; wolves circling
Swastika ideology that wrapped a minority, to gag, xenophobia.
The rush hour into a grey nowhere, the rats crept all over each.
Cattle trucks towards starvation, black mass to incarnation.
Skeletons ever haunt, emaciated, behind chain fence pretence.
The free world watches, demagogues, still defile the innocent.
More than prayer rising from the Zyklon B gas edits.
Burn our will, with a...
#oppression
#death
#memorial #prison
#memorial #prison
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The Gavotte
Was I so disgraced?- I bowed,
she curtseyed low.
In two lines like troops would be
bedecked, alive with pageantry.
Like marionettes, in straightjackets
spinning to the harpsichord.
Fiddle's bow that courts a maid.
Music of tittle-tattle, behind fans
Rules of engagement,
the long drawn battle plans.
Drawn, by tight strung corsetry
Swords ever keen,
ready for the action.
Bouncing, skipping,
shaped romance, in relief.
Paper cut out courtisanes.
Plagiarised, a work by Edgar Degas
Dizziness...
she curtseyed low.
In two lines like troops would be
bedecked, alive with pageantry.
Like marionettes, in straightjackets
spinning to the harpsichord.
Fiddle's bow that courts a maid.
Music of tittle-tattle, behind fans
Rules of engagement,
the long drawn battle plans.
Drawn, by tight strung corsetry
Swords ever keen,
ready for the action.
Bouncing, skipping,
shaped romance, in relief.
Paper cut out courtisanes.
Plagiarised, a work by Edgar Degas
Dizziness...
#Romanticism
#RitaDove
36 reads
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Chapel of Rest
I stood and watched it slowly sink
as it sank, define conflict.
As on the pew, my head in hand
and prayed to rays, cast by stained glass.
Recalled the beauty, that is past
Portraiture, when she stood tall
fractures of rainbow, on surfaces did fall
Like statue's stone, their cast beset
In solemnity, eyes, downcast rest.
Loud silence scream's, goodbye sweet love,
melt the starch of my resolve.
Stirred the tears, amongst the grief
as on cold slabs they etched a need.
Inscribed to bones, beneath the feet.
Prostrate,...
as it sank, define conflict.
As on the pew, my head in hand
and prayed to rays, cast by stained glass.
Recalled the beauty, that is past
Portraiture, when she stood tall
fractures of rainbow, on surfaces did fall
Like statue's stone, their cast beset
In solemnity, eyes, downcast rest.
Loud silence scream's, goodbye sweet love,
melt the starch of my resolve.
Stirred the tears, amongst the grief
as on cold slabs they etched a need.
Inscribed to bones, beneath the feet.
Prostrate,...
#death
#graveyard
#EdgarAllanPoe
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My poetic side
The archeaologist scrapes the ground
looking, for hidden yesterdays.
Ephemera of life. the insignificant
coins and bones, a picture to assemble.
Shards of pottery like a mosaic.
Gleaned from the grave, where they have laid
to find a form, catalogued,
however small or large.
After detailed study
they emerge renewed
reborn into today.
In a sterile case and on display
and so shall be the scraping
nothing much to see.
From dirt and dust will come my worth
and reclaim my DNA.
To shine again like a polished pin ...
looking, for hidden yesterdays.
Ephemera of life. the insignificant
coins and bones, a picture to assemble.
Shards of pottery like a mosaic.
Gleaned from the grave, where they have laid
to find a form, catalogued,
however small or large.
After detailed study
they emerge renewed
reborn into today.
In a sterile case and on display
and so shall be the scraping
nothing much to see.
From dirt and dust will come my worth
and reclaim my DNA.
To shine again like a polished pin ...
#hope
#WritingPoetry
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The meaning of spring
Winters frigid hands, loosing grasp
its blankets slip from the naked earth
kissed now by the wriggle of the asp
that slithers and glides, bare its fangs
As sap will rise in trunk and limb
budding like a training bra, enhanced
bosoms fill the cup to win
to register a second glance
Growing pains as beauty pouts
shows promise, like dappled leaves that glint
and in precociousness it shouts
the spark will stamp upon youths mint
It's bud not stay all tightly coiled
dark clouds clear to inklings
and each to...
its blankets slip from the naked earth
kissed now by the wriggle of the asp
that slithers and glides, bare its fangs
As sap will rise in trunk and limb
budding like a training bra, enhanced
bosoms fill the cup to win
to register a second glance
Growing pains as beauty pouts
shows promise, like dappled leaves that glint
and in precociousness it shouts
the spark will stamp upon youths mint
It's bud not stay all tightly coiled
dark clouds clear to inklings
and each to...
#spring
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I cant sit on the fence
Walking where there's broken glass
in bare feet, not expect to bleed
jay walk in traffic, forward dash
just foolishness, to just proceed
Storm watch from the harbour wall
the foam and spray engulf
those boundaries, and say well, that's my call
and never heed results
To speed in a restricted zone
joy ride a stolen car
individuality or just a clone
here lies a moral question mark
I cant just sit upon the fence
I have to speak in her defence
MY lover, lets fake no pretence
a bond of...
in bare feet, not expect to bleed
jay walk in traffic, forward dash
just foolishness, to just proceed
Storm watch from the harbour wall
the foam and spray engulf
those boundaries, and say well, that's my call
and never heed results
To speed in a restricted zone
joy ride a stolen car
individuality or just a clone
here lies a moral question mark
I cant just sit upon the fence
I have to speak in her defence
MY lover, lets fake no pretence
a bond of...
#funny
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Just Morning
Tousled hair, reflection's unkempt wisps;
January's sale, strewn underwear
disheveled. like Tracy Emin's bed.
Regretted turnstile, of your nights
lay alone with just your thoughts
and so much pleasure tinged with guilt.
Conceited stains, mark the grubby quilt.
Each lover they set sail
left you crying, unrepaired.
Tempus fugit as they fled
ignored the gift that you'd prepared.
Lays the empty tanning tube
the razor blunt, that shaved your pubes.
A gift that togetherness achieved. ...
January's sale, strewn underwear
disheveled. like Tracy Emin's bed.
Regretted turnstile, of your nights
lay alone with just your thoughts
and so much pleasure tinged with guilt.
Conceited stains, mark the grubby quilt.
Each lover they set sail
left you crying, unrepaired.
Tempus fugit as they fled
ignored the gift that you'd prepared.
Lays the empty tanning tube
the razor blunt, that shaved your pubes.
A gift that togetherness achieved. ...
#regret
#lover
#disappointment
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