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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.
Swivel on this SB # Troll Snugglebuck
You see this guy I say he's hanging
Crawled from under a stone and minging
Do you smell something like dead fish
Snuggs the bug enjoys that dish
The life thats best descibed as midden
The middle earth of all things rotten
The imp and sprite the devils pets
Follishness and impudence
Post it note stuck right on the forehead
Of narrow brow he's a Richard
A donk with arms so long that touch the ground
Evolution lost, expressed by grunting sounds
Posted lots of bits and bobs, all inept
Time to take him...
Crawled from under a stone and minging
Do you smell something like dead fish
Snuggs the bug enjoys that dish
The life thats best descibed as midden
The middle earth of all things rotten
The imp and sprite the devils pets
Follishness and impudence
Post it note stuck right on the forehead
Of narrow brow he's a Richard
A donk with arms so long that touch the ground
Evolution lost, expressed by grunting sounds
Posted lots of bits and bobs, all inept
Time to take him...
#misunderstood
412 reads
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Molasses
The plantation swayed in the hot summer wind
Gang masters cruel laugh, he wields the whip
Looks for a martyr to flog
Instill some fear till they cower like dogs
In the manor the house upon the hill
The essences of myrrh behind the ear, to the cleavage
Inflame the sense catch the eye
The chatter of the dining room
White lace and taffeta and corsets strung so tight
Bosoms like white meringue, spilling out
To mingle and enjoy that life's priviledge adopts
The cane is burning, charred in the fields
Fell...
Gang masters cruel laugh, he wields the whip
Looks for a martyr to flog
Instill some fear till they cower like dogs
In the manor the house upon the hill
The essences of myrrh behind the ear, to the cleavage
Inflame the sense catch the eye
The chatter of the dining room
White lace and taffeta and corsets strung so tight
Bosoms like white meringue, spilling out
To mingle and enjoy that life's priviledge adopts
The cane is burning, charred in the fields
Fell...
#oppression
355 reads
1 Comment
The Matriarch
Crowns with heads so full of curlers
scepter and orb a dustpan and brush
When things need to multi task
You cant ask a man to do all that
Handbag full of mysteries
A selection of white lies
Not fall flat upon our face
But on your toes to rise
The apron strings tied to our heart
A nurcher bigger than Wall Mart
Indelible the will transforms
The roses and the thorns
Clasp the stems and bleed unseen
Be resolute and show no pain
Emotion deep within her grain
Of feminine, in that wake I sail
...
scepter and orb a dustpan and brush
When things need to multi task
You cant ask a man to do all that
Handbag full of mysteries
A selection of white lies
Not fall flat upon our face
But on your toes to rise
The apron strings tied to our heart
A nurcher bigger than Wall Mart
Indelible the will transforms
The roses and the thorns
Clasp the stems and bleed unseen
Be resolute and show no pain
Emotion deep within her grain
Of feminine, in that wake I sail
...
#feminism
386 reads
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Open heart surgery
Smiles and a kind word. a hug that disarms
Wishings fairy footsteps did they play a part
The tinkling ripples of your dreams and hopes
When expectation outweighs the punches that life throws
Prostrate your emotions lay it all on the line
Togetherness signed and always be entwined
The candles have burned and a chill in the air
Wipe off the dust, was it shine or just a supreficial glare
No kind words like plasters can patch or repair
The tears you knitted and dropped in despair
An organ so damaged a pulse left so weak...
Wishings fairy footsteps did they play a part
The tinkling ripples of your dreams and hopes
When expectation outweighs the punches that life throws
Prostrate your emotions lay it all on the line
Togetherness signed and always be entwined
The candles have burned and a chill in the air
Wipe off the dust, was it shine or just a supreficial glare
No kind words like plasters can patch or repair
The tears you knitted and dropped in despair
An organ so damaged a pulse left so weak...
#breakup
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The sleeper
Fleet St headlines shout in red
the eleventh hour. hold the front page
we have got the inside track
scoop! put all hacks flat on their backs
the phones all ringing off the wall
a melt down gripping all Whitehall
At MI5 they scratched their heads
how could we mitigate this mess
deflection and evasivness seemed best
there may be some collateral thats lost
and us the innocents that pay that cost
Sleepers like a fifth brigade
the man that sits next on the train
carrying a Lugar or a Smith and Wesson ...
the eleventh hour. hold the front page
we have got the inside track
scoop! put all hacks flat on their backs
the phones all ringing off the wall
a melt down gripping all Whitehall
At MI5 they scratched their heads
how could we mitigate this mess
deflection and evasivness seemed best
there may be some collateral thats lost
and us the innocents that pay that cost
Sleepers like a fifth brigade
the man that sits next on the train
carrying a Lugar or a Smith and Wesson ...
#HumanRights
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Beholding
A margin in an outline drawn
a stamp the perfect form of mint
for that shine no others fit
A mold that will draw the eye
and stands outside envy and chide
Gods hold an accolade
For a Godiva bare she comes
tresses hide her generous charms
and ride through all, no sense of shame
Show what ideals could achieve
a spouse so snubbed
taxes that should be repeeled
Not to pillory but cheer
for woman built of iron will
a form for history to acclaim
That whistfull exibition ...
a stamp the perfect form of mint
for that shine no others fit
A mold that will draw the eye
and stands outside envy and chide
Gods hold an accolade
For a Godiva bare she comes
tresses hide her generous charms
and ride through all, no sense of shame
Show what ideals could achieve
a spouse so snubbed
taxes that should be repeeled
Not to pillory but cheer
for woman built of iron will
a form for history to acclaim
That whistfull exibition ...
#feminism
375 reads
2 Comments
My pandoras BOX
For sometimes some things are better hidden, kept near your heart like hair from your lovers locks
A suburban life of robotics
When your master is upon you wrist counting down the drudgery of the cart and never ending shopping list
Stress when you develop a nervous twitch, start to think in shades of pink
The lie that self indulgance will boost self confidence, shit flush down the toilet won't return again
It always comes back again to stick and stink
Agnostic faith thats just a broken cross
Hold a banner just to toe the line
Your shrink...
A suburban life of robotics
When your master is upon you wrist counting down the drudgery of the cart and never ending shopping list
Stress when you develop a nervous twitch, start to think in shades of pink
The lie that self indulgance will boost self confidence, shit flush down the toilet won't return again
It always comes back again to stick and stink
Agnostic faith thats just a broken cross
Hold a banner just to toe the line
Your shrink...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
554 reads
6 Comments
Gun lobby
Gun lobby there with a white wash brush
That armourments are the nations wish
Faith is an AK47 with a hair trigger
High noon forever and ever
That armourments are the nations wish
Faith is an AK47 with a hair trigger
High noon forever and ever
#violence
365 reads
1 Comment
Amongst the graveyard ghosts # Sharon olds
Walking down the potholed road
Just me and lonlely steps. corns were pinching
New shoes just for vanitys sake
Swearing" the white ones fitted like a glove"
Do you think that God would care
He was never at home when you called
Come self doubts, question marks fall capsized
Prayers screemed from quavering lips
The lych gate creaked
It signaled the road to come
Some carried crying, and some in white
Confetti and rice in your pockets
The gravestones they tell another tale
Why do they tilt
Stop it she thought, gilt or pleasure...
Just me and lonlely steps. corns were pinching
New shoes just for vanitys sake
Swearing" the white ones fitted like a glove"
Do you think that God would care
He was never at home when you called
Come self doubts, question marks fall capsized
Prayers screemed from quavering lips
The lych gate creaked
It signaled the road to come
Some carried crying, and some in white
Confetti and rice in your pockets
The gravestones they tell another tale
Why do they tilt
Stop it she thought, gilt or pleasure...
#SelfReflection
388 reads
4 Comments
Avatar
I cast around and see strange shapes
Cutouts of our writing hopes
Of plastic surgery applied
To be seen from our best side
Interpretations with strange names
I see a long and tapered shadow
an arm thats waving a hello
who is this underhanded fellow
appologies SLIP
Cutouts of our writing hopes
Of plastic surgery applied
To be seen from our best side
Interpretations with strange names
I see a long and tapered shadow
an arm thats waving a hello
who is this underhanded fellow
appologies SLIP
#identity
362 reads
6 Comments
Time to hug a tree
Spring and summers bounty
Carved notches of the girls Iv'e mounted
For in that arboretum I have laid
And courted many a fair young maid
Laid a trail to my egos hide
For the bramble and wild rose
And taste the sweet dew that falls
The ruptured hymen of first intercourse
The fungi spore it grows
Its mushroom head in the night and dawn
My loins will emulate that rise
and keep those maids well satisfied
Saplings bend and blow around
my hardwood...
Carved notches of the girls Iv'e mounted
For in that arboretum I have laid
And courted many a fair young maid
Laid a trail to my egos hide
For the bramble and wild rose
And taste the sweet dew that falls
The ruptured hymen of first intercourse
The fungi spore it grows
Its mushroom head in the night and dawn
My loins will emulate that rise
and keep those maids well satisfied
Saplings bend and blow around
my hardwood...
#abuse
460 reads
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Flamenco #Frederico Garcia Lorca
Castanets, pulsing blood and coursing
Regina for the veins
Stabs a rhythm
Passion of ivory carved outlines
Deaths arrogance the haughtiness caresses
Cuban heels, hearts stamped crashendo
Puppetiers we danced
To winds that strummed
Plectrum on the strings of fate
Rat-ta-ta long fingers that gesticulate
Bare the beast of inuendo
Flames that lick from our flamenco
That we will kiss in love and hate
Regina for the veins
Stabs a rhythm
Passion of ivory carved outlines
Deaths arrogance the haughtiness caresses
Cuban heels, hearts stamped crashendo
Puppetiers we danced
To winds that strummed
Plectrum on the strings of fate
Rat-ta-ta long fingers that gesticulate
Bare the beast of inuendo
Flames that lick from our flamenco
That we will kiss in love and hate
#passion
432 reads
7 Comments
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