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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.
Lyrics of unite #Tribute to Johnny Clegg
V1
Compose that melody from out the slums
With visions from the dirt it comes
For deprivation in the streets
The tribal drum beat of their needs
Chorus
The strum that bent aparthied ear
Its message ringing loud and clear
Give us, give us our rights not genocide
The nations blood in black and white
Come sing with me on the rising tide
V2
The cell that rules and then divides
To turn against its host and thrive
Society cannot be repaired
When few have much and the nations body hurts ...
Compose that melody from out the slums
With visions from the dirt it comes
For deprivation in the streets
The tribal drum beat of their needs
Chorus
The strum that bent aparthied ear
Its message ringing loud and clear
Give us, give us our rights not genocide
The nations blood in black and white
Come sing with me on the rising tide
V2
The cell that rules and then divides
To turn against its host and thrive
Society cannot be repaired
When few have much and the nations body hurts ...
#respect
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Oceans stifulled cry
My thoughts of turbulence unseen
No oil on troubled waters slick with olive sheen
I see, and morn the orca In its leap
The circus and the crowds that clap
Our seas awash with ominipresent trash
To blink with minds are so dumbstruck with self ballast
The omnipotence to suffocate
Those micro bead will end up on our plate
The oleander, a beauty and a beast
The poison all ready to ingest
And curse because no warnings signs alarmed
That pretty things can do the greatest harm
Natures overture has now been...
No oil on troubled waters slick with olive sheen
I see, and morn the orca In its leap
The circus and the crowds that clap
Our seas awash with ominipresent trash
To blink with minds are so dumbstruck with self ballast
The omnipotence to suffocate
Those micro bead will end up on our plate
The oleander, a beauty and a beast
The poison all ready to ingest
And curse because no warnings signs alarmed
That pretty things can do the greatest harm
Natures overture has now been...
#nature
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Five senses
Smell
You are my new mown grass
First smell of coffee
When the seal first comes detached
Pervading my being
Bouquets that I draw so close
Sight
You are all natures radiance
A retina to take that picture
Hold and never blink
Portray the best of our instincts
Drawn subtle tones your rainbows self
Touch
The fingers whispered grass
A childs small hand on it first grasp
Affection without need to speak
Each skin that felt so incomplete
Cold or hot, so tactile for those besot
Taste ...
You are my new mown grass
First smell of coffee
When the seal first comes detached
Pervading my being
Bouquets that I draw so close
Sight
You are all natures radiance
A retina to take that picture
Hold and never blink
Portray the best of our instincts
Drawn subtle tones your rainbows self
Touch
The fingers whispered grass
A childs small hand on it first grasp
Affection without need to speak
Each skin that felt so incomplete
Cold or hot, so tactile for those besot
Taste ...
#love
#kindness
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Cornish cream
My home it lies in the deep South west
Gods country, now lets take a manifest
A peninsular, its toe and foot in atlantics swell
White clay, that turns upon the potters wheel
Fine paper without its body has no feel
The schools of art at their easel's
Lit scenes, spectacular in coast and field
Stannary towns and cities where fortunes out of TIN were made
The imprint that they left, to antiquate
Mines worked out and left to flood
A legacy of industry that non can ever grub
On top the engine house,...
Gods country, now lets take a manifest
A peninsular, its toe and foot in atlantics swell
White clay, that turns upon the potters wheel
Fine paper without its body has no feel
The schools of art at their easel's
Lit scenes, spectacular in coast and field
Stannary towns and cities where fortunes out of TIN were made
The imprint that they left, to antiquate
Mines worked out and left to flood
A legacy of industry that non can ever grub
On top the engine house,...
#LifeStruggles
#countryside
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By the graveside
In the grey streets of grief
Our spirits grasping for relief and robbed
And saw chance and circumstance the thief
Dark tides of fellings ebbed
Come miss you moments now be our last pledge
Our spirits grasping for relief and robbed
And saw chance and circumstance the thief
Dark tides of fellings ebbed
Come miss you moments now be our last pledge
#graveyard
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Maroon
You flew so far to be self aware
From shores of friends
But to their hearts still tied
The notes of your being echoing across the seas
Transformed but somehow still the same
Robes dark red and shaven head
Christened with another name
A doctrine seeps invisible
Our silent chant the strech of weeks and months
Enrichment not in time but in its want
Any belief is a two way street of needs
To give and graciously recieve
Red river claimed you for a while
And cleaned the stains from your old life
New rebirth,...
From shores of friends
But to their hearts still tied
The notes of your being echoing across the seas
Transformed but somehow still the same
Robes dark red and shaven head
Christened with another name
A doctrine seeps invisible
Our silent chant the strech of weeks and months
Enrichment not in time but in its want
Any belief is a two way street of needs
To give and graciously recieve
Red river claimed you for a while
And cleaned the stains from your old life
New rebirth,...
#Buddhist
#faith
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Cracked screen
Social media the mezzanine rapport
Halfway to heaven, cliff top to hell
A life thats so splintered
Scroll on hold
Halfway to heaven, cliff top to hell
A life thats so splintered
Scroll on hold
#technology
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Forensics
All details count
The fingerprint a lipstick smudge
Sweet evidence you lock away and keep
Not a crime to bleed
The fingerprint a lipstick smudge
Sweet evidence you lock away and keep
Not a crime to bleed
#love
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Fruit machine
#sex
#addiction
479 reads
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Summer # haiku
Grape vine branches bowed
Vintages of tenderness
Poured out next summer
Vintages of tenderness
Poured out next summer
#love
#haiku
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Terra Firma
For he stood so tall so square and looked across the acreage
Countenanced all that panorama, it seemed endangered
The heavy horse the last to graze straw bales
He lifted up the old straw hat and scratch his pate
His disquiet, wrinkled brow like furrows in the field
The bees that seek the pollen, a wasp that agitates
We must he thought, let nature evolve at its own pace
But short term gains mean fields turned into plains
The engines belched out smoke, the crows flew up and squawked
Divorced from dirty hands the reaper smash...
Countenanced all that panorama, it seemed endangered
The heavy horse the last to graze straw bales
He lifted up the old straw hat and scratch his pate
His disquiet, wrinkled brow like furrows in the field
The bees that seek the pollen, a wasp that agitates
We must he thought, let nature evolve at its own pace
But short term gains mean fields turned into plains
The engines belched out smoke, the crows flew up and squawked
Divorced from dirty hands the reaper smash...
#nature
#evolution
#WendellBerry
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Picture at an exibition
The Nunnery" it was a an impressive piece between the royal kings and queens
Portraits full of flattery, ermin robed, but all these held no stories
The artist like the poet uses metaphores
A life of devotion and hidden prayer, the natal unit the children abandoned at the door the sting like nettles in the foreground woven in the form of hearts.
To lead a pious life of formic acid so contrite
Christ on the cross looks down his skin brown like nicotine, benevolence a tan of sweetness but his halo's neon shine is dull and dim
Reflected in the pools the devils...
Portraits full of flattery, ermin robed, but all these held no stories
The artist like the poet uses metaphores
A life of devotion and hidden prayer, the natal unit the children abandoned at the door the sting like nettles in the foreground woven in the form of hearts.
To lead a pious life of formic acid so contrite
Christ on the cross looks down his skin brown like nicotine, benevolence a tan of sweetness but his halo's neon shine is dull and dim
Reflected in the pools the devils...
#faith
#art
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