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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.
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Chapter 1
Ancient art, for on cave walls
The alphabet of life was drawn
Perils faced from tooth and claw
Cave mens records, captured scrawls
Just bits and boobs the intrigue of their lifes and skills
Chapter 2
Civilisations come and go and war lords fight another day
Wise men and the prophets
The visionary they taught just by hearsay
Folklore gathered round the fire
Stories handed down the elder statesman to his son inspired
Chapter 3
How came the written...
Ancient art, for on cave walls
The alphabet of life was drawn
Perils faced from tooth and claw
Cave mens records, captured scrawls
Just bits and boobs the intrigue of their lifes and skills
Chapter 2
Civilisations come and go and war lords fight another day
Wise men and the prophets
The visionary they taught just by hearsay
Folklore gathered round the fire
Stories handed down the elder statesman to his son inspired
Chapter 3
How came the written...
#prose
#historical
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Ticket to death
The seven fifteen
It seems it was on time
But for one not crowded platform No 2
To wait with intentions oh so clear
The driver did the safety checks
The doors the brakes, to know
What dangers hazards lay ahead
The screen so clean, the scheadule read
The morning sun flicker through the trees
The bunch of snowdrops, dotted bank
Crowded carrages coffee cup in hand
The through train the innocent device
To each a lines fixed point
A collision swirling without brakes
And conscious reality...
It seems it was on time
But for one not crowded platform No 2
To wait with intentions oh so clear
The driver did the safety checks
The doors the brakes, to know
What dangers hazards lay ahead
The screen so clean, the scheadule read
The morning sun flicker through the trees
The bunch of snowdrops, dotted bank
Crowded carrages coffee cup in hand
The through train the innocent device
To each a lines fixed point
A collision swirling without brakes
And conscious reality...
#grief
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adoption
the family
how many have that ink
the birth right left and lost
the child abandoned at the church
the heart wrench cut off a limb
a baby of the a womb
remembered rose petals of sex
expectations great concepts
life within you grown
distended you mind the heart and all
the heavy breast that cup ignored
a lock of hair and a name to pawn
to endure the traumu of deserted needs
the afterbirth and the cord
maternity to find the scream and plead
the take away that you regret for years
how many have that ink
the birth right left and lost
the child abandoned at the church
the heart wrench cut off a limb
a baby of the a womb
remembered rose petals of sex
expectations great concepts
life within you grown
distended you mind the heart and all
the heavy breast that cup ignored
a lock of hair and a name to pawn
to endure the traumu of deserted needs
the afterbirth and the cord
maternity to find the scream and plead
the take away that you regret for years
#responsibility
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Earth wind and fire
Earth wind and fire
How they shape our lives
Sing with me make that quartet
The crossroad come the signs unread
From our first conception
Be that untapped element
Take a taste and swirl it round
The mountain path there wine is tread
Cold morning breeze at sunrise
The pink upon life lips
the storm of love
The tornado and the hurricane hand in glove
Fire given by the Gods
Warm as Hell the fingers burn
Slave and master turn about
Watered down will dry of drought
Wives and husbands, sons and...
How they shape our lives
Sing with me make that quartet
The crossroad come the signs unread
From our first conception
Be that untapped element
Take a taste and swirl it round
The mountain path there wine is tread
Cold morning breeze at sunrise
The pink upon life lips
the storm of love
The tornado and the hurricane hand in glove
Fire given by the Gods
Warm as Hell the fingers burn
Slave and master turn about
Watered down will dry of drought
Wives and husbands, sons and...
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
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FBG
The classic pear shape
Just slightly larger than the norm
Off roundness to extreme degree
To perform on frequently
Dat badonkadonk
A feast to bite
A Botticelli masterpiece
Kim Kardashian Times two or three
The moon that shines on us all
Cant match a full buttocks show
Skimpy thong or the kings new clothes
Boom bang a bang my mind explodes
Twerking start an avalanch
The ground will shake around that stance
Cause skinny boys much prefer
The gross indecency of HER
Just slightly larger than the norm
Off roundness to extreme degree
To perform on frequently
Dat badonkadonk
A feast to bite
A Botticelli masterpiece
Kim Kardashian Times two or three
The moon that shines on us all
Cant match a full buttocks show
Skimpy thong or the kings new clothes
Boom bang a bang my mind explodes
Twerking start an avalanch
The ground will shake around that stance
Cause skinny boys much prefer
The gross indecency of HER
#women
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A stony path
To be that place that you despise
To see contempt
That sympathy that shows but oh to quickly goes
To slip so many times
To walk the path of Jim Morrison
The dead eyes that stare the last song unshared
To inhabit you from the social crowd
To a giant black and threatening cloud
I could not find the summoned strength
To know how addicts free themselves
To ween and fail and try again
To feel the wretchedness
The memory of the rush remains
How many times to grit your teeth
Walk the straight line upon a stony path ...
To see contempt
That sympathy that shows but oh to quickly goes
To slip so many times
To walk the path of Jim Morrison
The dead eyes that stare the last song unshared
To inhabit you from the social crowd
To a giant black and threatening cloud
I could not find the summoned strength
To know how addicts free themselves
To ween and fail and try again
To feel the wretchedness
The memory of the rush remains
How many times to grit your teeth
Walk the straight line upon a stony path ...
#addiction
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Fog of loss;
That tunnel seemed so dark
the curved ball stoped you in your tracks
Quicksand being where the ground was easily tread
any chinks of light in that dim place;
The candle flickers but won't be doused
small steps of faith come as increments of closure now
The die that is cast of inconsolable malaise
times steadies the hand to find the dawn again
To lift a spirit from its cellar dwelling
the full of disconnected question marks
You somehow brave the incline to the top
and having scaled the...
the curved ball stoped you in your tracks
Quicksand being where the ground was easily tread
any chinks of light in that dim place;
The candle flickers but won't be doused
small steps of faith come as increments of closure now
The die that is cast of inconsolable malaise
times steadies the hand to find the dawn again
To lift a spirit from its cellar dwelling
the full of disconnected question marks
You somehow brave the incline to the top
and having scaled the...
#death
#MentalHealth
#PabloNeruda #grief
#PabloNeruda #grief
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Blues
The blues just started with a sigh
Its sorce just a little time we did not have
The cool of when the embers burning glow
The gas turned down to very low
The turquoise ribbon in your hair
The summer day
The cornflowers the springtime sway
How is the hue that bonded me to you
Consuming everything
For when he cheated so
The SKY BLUE of our love turned to indigo
What whas azure blue now besmirched
The midnight blue was now my heart emmersed
The long is now cut short
All at sea the tubulance as life up heaves ...
Its sorce just a little time we did not have
The cool of when the embers burning glow
The gas turned down to very low
The turquoise ribbon in your hair
The summer day
The cornflowers the springtime sway
How is the hue that bonded me to you
Consuming everything
For when he cheated so
The SKY BLUE of our love turned to indigo
What whas azure blue now besmirched
The midnight blue was now my heart emmersed
The long is now cut short
All at sea the tubulance as life up heaves ...
#relationships
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A dream of trees # mary oliver
the dormant state after leaves have dropped
I dream't that spring would stop the rot
what happened to the Do-Do tree
they burned down to a stump
the pyrenean ibex that stood upon the hill
the branches just like antlers
the golden crested Quagga
that stood upon the plains
these all were living forms
but now alas are lost
the planet warms and the virus bites
the ash falls sick with deadly blight
poison fungi its spores like mites
suck the sap and brown the lingered death
I do not wake refreshed
the...
I dream't that spring would stop the rot
what happened to the Do-Do tree
they burned down to a stump
the pyrenean ibex that stood upon the hill
the branches just like antlers
the golden crested Quagga
that stood upon the plains
these all were living forms
but now alas are lost
the planet warms and the virus bites
the ash falls sick with deadly blight
poison fungi its spores like mites
suck the sap and brown the lingered death
I do not wake refreshed
the...
#forest
#trees
#LifeCycle
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Lip Gloss
Can I be the balm
to keep the chalf away
to be applied in these cold climes
for healing and the sore delay
the gloss to massage. prevent split
and feel the pout
and protect those precious lips
every time that you go out
To refresh with constant love
concave and convex the outline limits drawn
to ward away the wrath of winter storms
the alchemy my pencil to adorn
to keep the chalf away
to be applied in these cold climes
for healing and the sore delay
the gloss to massage. prevent split
and feel the pout
and protect those precious lips
every time that you go out
To refresh with constant love
concave and convex the outline limits drawn
to ward away the wrath of winter storms
the alchemy my pencil to adorn
#romantic
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Consumed
a woman's depth of feelings deep
it lies untapped like a hidden teasure map
the route to where X marks the spot
the task to seek and never stop
to put all other needs on hold
grasp the nettle with a smile
rejections sting and try harder second time
flattery but not to much
say you would be her dental floss
your spirit in her make up bag
her tampax to stop the monthly grotts
for you must strive to make her whole
to compliment the unfinished masterpiece
to unearth the final twist
abandon every other flirtation...
it lies untapped like a hidden teasure map
the route to where X marks the spot
the task to seek and never stop
to put all other needs on hold
grasp the nettle with a smile
rejections sting and try harder second time
flattery but not to much
say you would be her dental floss
your spirit in her make up bag
her tampax to stop the monthly grotts
for you must strive to make her whole
to compliment the unfinished masterpiece
to unearth the final twist
abandon every other flirtation...
#passion
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New Moon
Tides of wax and wane
Dark side to full moon lights sky
All the wolves will howl
Dark side to full moon lights sky
All the wolves will howl
#haiku
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