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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.
Betrayal (acrostic)
Bottom fallen, the sump that stinks
Entity seduced, fingers burned to stumps
Terminal the cut
Rank of hope so plucked
Animated, in screams and tears
Yellow bile, the ultimate sneer
Antidotes;
Longing, planning for revenge, and gloat
Entity seduced, fingers burned to stumps
Terminal the cut
Rank of hope so plucked
Animated, in screams and tears
Yellow bile, the ultimate sneer
Antidotes;
Longing, planning for revenge, and gloat
#betrayal
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The obverse view
Groups, Hammond organ sings
prelude the vocal,
as we wait, his embolism hymn
the breath abait
Anticipate the obverse side
climax after climax come.
A legacy bequeathed
hieroglyph's to sing alone
Storm clouds never part
gold comes, from the abandoned mine
the uncut diamond
four string base, distorted hum
Scribblings from your lover's wake
a heart laid out that; Dies in State
To climb and fall
seek the North West Passage
the crushing Ice upon the...
prelude the vocal,
as we wait, his embolism hymn
the breath abait
Anticipate the obverse side
climax after climax come.
A legacy bequeathed
hieroglyph's to sing alone
Storm clouds never part
gold comes, from the abandoned mine
the uncut diamond
four string base, distorted hum
Scribblings from your lover's wake
a heart laid out that; Dies in State
To climb and fall
seek the North West Passage
the crushing Ice upon the...
#dark
408 reads
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Paths of need
for I am each, and they are me
the cosmos one true entity.
Each footfall on the cobbled street
a child's first step
the wire without a safety-net
Dry tomes, wise words
inner gears that spin a web,
distractions as they flow and ebb.
Distance never hold's the unlocked door
with just a push, its truths outpour.
The embodiment of nature's ease
searching for the inner self.
The endless tides that wash the kelp
a constancy to be refreshed.
Barefoot through torment; fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip ...
the cosmos one true entity.
Each footfall on the cobbled street
a child's first step
the wire without a safety-net
Dry tomes, wise words
inner gears that spin a web,
distractions as they flow and ebb.
Distance never hold's the unlocked door
with just a push, its truths outpour.
The embodiment of nature's ease
searching for the inner self.
The endless tides that wash the kelp
a constancy to be refreshed.
Barefoot through torment; fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip ...
#Buddhist
328 reads
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Hope, springs
When you toss your final coin
and roll the dice just one last time
eggs of doubt so newly spawned
the need to stall, the marks that sign
My stars, are they not aligned
scratching like a chicken
for a grub that I might find
in green moss that sticks like lichen
A fresh dawn, where day lay hidden
omens, swing the pendulum
wait at the lights, the red not switching
hitchhike from the desert sun
pestilence in a year that's gone
a marathon, the breath it's shortness gums
now, now the time for...
and roll the dice just one last time
eggs of doubt so newly spawned
the need to stall, the marks that sign
My stars, are they not aligned
scratching like a chicken
for a grub that I might find
in green moss that sticks like lichen
A fresh dawn, where day lay hidden
omens, swing the pendulum
wait at the lights, the red not switching
hitchhike from the desert sun
pestilence in a year that's gone
a marathon, the breath it's shortness gums
now, now the time for...
#hope
305 reads
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Two boisterous boys
Sensible and so reliable,
each an unblemished character.
Kicking up the traces
the joy to sniff, just empty spaces
Fetching dad his slippers,
Warming up his chair.
Comforting, relief of a captive gaze
feel the stress leach from the day.
Complete with each a passport
the visa stamped; good rapport.
Pictures of there idols. hanging on the wall
Pool players; smell the smoke filled room
Ale and shaggy dog told tales
growls and a wagging tale.
Abandoned spirits brought to heel
Each picture hold a tail
is it pure...
each an unblemished character.
Kicking up the traces
the joy to sniff, just empty spaces
Fetching dad his slippers,
Warming up his chair.
Comforting, relief of a captive gaze
feel the stress leach from the day.
Complete with each a passport
the visa stamped; good rapport.
Pictures of there idols. hanging on the wall
Pool players; smell the smoke filled room
Ale and shaggy dog told tales
growls and a wagging tale.
Abandoned spirits brought to heel
Each picture hold a tail
is it pure...
#BestFriend
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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
355 reads
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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
349 reads
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