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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.
The maidens shudders
#lust
478 reads
4 Comments
C-U-N-T
#dirty
604 reads
5 Comments
stick it to them ?
I sense a personality that pricks
and pokes just for the fun of it
and uses words like pointed sticks
uncouth but to arrogant to admit
Just like an awfully spoil't child
a tantrum in the supermarket isle
placate me with what I want
or awkwardness is my response
inherent of that ginger gene
a rebel with no empathy
recalcitrant no sense of fun
stick your finger up your social sum
throw your toys of of the pram
thats the easy option man
a point of view from different peaks
yours is just so full of shit ...
and pokes just for the fun of it
and uses words like pointed sticks
uncouth but to arrogant to admit
Just like an awfully spoil't child
a tantrum in the supermarket isle
placate me with what I want
or awkwardness is my response
inherent of that ginger gene
a rebel with no empathy
recalcitrant no sense of fun
stick your finger up your social sum
throw your toys of of the pram
thats the easy option man
a point of view from different peaks
yours is just so full of shit ...
#abuse
#bullying
422 reads
2 Comments
Tiara
If you wore nothing else
a tiara would suit you best
pretty dresses when you were a child
face of fashion change in style
for that glitter crown you wore
older now it still adorns
for as the years mount up and count
its halo becomes more pronounced
that tiaras heavenly starlight blink
latent femininity of champagne pink
expressive jewel to turn a head
to light a fire when it was dead
a compliment to bring a sparkle
a smile that crowns the diamonds charcoal
a radiance beneath encrusted hoop
the moth...
a tiara would suit you best
pretty dresses when you were a child
face of fashion change in style
for that glitter crown you wore
older now it still adorns
for as the years mount up and count
its halo becomes more pronounced
that tiaras heavenly starlight blink
latent femininity of champagne pink
expressive jewel to turn a head
to light a fire when it was dead
a compliment to bring a sparkle
a smile that crowns the diamonds charcoal
a radiance beneath encrusted hoop
the moth...
#romantic
415 reads
3 Comments
Bouquet for AEMelia
To weave the strands of light and shade
and read on and be amazed
human emotions and frailties played
worlds arboreal and the meadow glade
Nurture that is middle earth
the grail that is bestowed on us
wild flower or a cultivar
words flow from this nectar bower
Long shadows insights cleave
the exclamation of returning reads
awaken thoughts for my mind to sieve
AEMelia 564 a lot to give
priestess of my hearts content
words like balm nothing to resent
a glowing torch of pros unfold
a warming fire in the...
and read on and be amazed
human emotions and frailties played
worlds arboreal and the meadow glade
Nurture that is middle earth
the grail that is bestowed on us
wild flower or a cultivar
words flow from this nectar bower
Long shadows insights cleave
the exclamation of returning reads
awaken thoughts for my mind to sieve
AEMelia 564 a lot to give
priestess of my hearts content
words like balm nothing to resent
a glowing torch of pros unfold
a warming fire in the...
#MyInspiration
448 reads
2 Comments
As the crow flies
As the crow flies
feeling intensify distance shrinks
love is carried on beating wings
let Ley lines connect with power links
the chains and furlongs hear my plea
longings life's un-trodden leagues
degrees just small imprints
are we all just children dreams
dazzled in the headlights beam
and from the chrysalis cocoon
the jiving butterfly's moves
to fly haphazard in the sun and breeze
my passion fingered like worry beads
the span of regard a bridge suspended from the stars
to jump or push on, that decisions...
feeling intensify distance shrinks
love is carried on beating wings
let Ley lines connect with power links
the chains and furlongs hear my plea
longings life's un-trodden leagues
degrees just small imprints
are we all just children dreams
dazzled in the headlights beam
and from the chrysalis cocoon
the jiving butterfly's moves
to fly haphazard in the sun and breeze
my passion fingered like worry beads
the span of regard a bridge suspended from the stars
to jump or push on, that decisions...
#hope
#courage
415 reads
0 Comments
(The birds) Haiku
Collective nouns
better than Haiku
imagination flying around
better than Haiku
imagination flying around
#haiku
367 reads
0 Comments
Golden Ticket
#erotic
584 reads
0 Comments
Donald Trump
When his history is written down
in invisible ink for this sad clown
in invisible ink for this sad clown
#politics
366 reads
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The apprentice
How many come and pass this way
a search engine clicked
to find the tools to have their say
and join the Browns and Smiths
a learning curve of words unsure
welcome page for your comforter
an apprentice finds the early chores
an avatar of who you think you are
fed up with banal Facebook crap
hunger to fashion in meaningful drafts
to find an identity that skill untapped
and find the legs to walk that path
the joiner and the carpenter
with fitted dovetail joint
and to write in parameters ...
a search engine clicked
to find the tools to have their say
and join the Browns and Smiths
a learning curve of words unsure
welcome page for your comforter
an apprentice finds the early chores
an avatar of who you think you are
fed up with banal Facebook crap
hunger to fashion in meaningful drafts
to find an identity that skill untapped
and find the legs to walk that path
the joiner and the carpenter
with fitted dovetail joint
and to write in parameters ...
#SelfDiscovery
378 reads
1 Comment
The blues Hiaku 5-7-5
Blue bird circles high
the clear skies paint your mood today
and keep the blues away
the clear skies paint your mood today
and keep the blues away
#sky
384 reads
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Fallen diva
Perched in a peacock pose
feather fascinator, the net in holes
gin bottles in her line of sight
the tonic lost in her hidden plight
The darken end of fame exposed
stage make up the cracks and flaws
the mascara like black lace daubed
mirror reflects the self absorbed
If she could order a round of applause
the effervescence of yesterdays clothes
time with its passing shows all your warts
again the highball that drew the encore
Eloquence that her fingers speak
a beckon scripted in endless repeats ...
feather fascinator, the net in holes
gin bottles in her line of sight
the tonic lost in her hidden plight
The darken end of fame exposed
stage make up the cracks and flaws
the mascara like black lace daubed
mirror reflects the self absorbed
If she could order a round of applause
the effervescence of yesterdays clothes
time with its passing shows all your warts
again the highball that drew the encore
Eloquence that her fingers speak
a beckon scripted in endless repeats ...
#loneliness
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
431 reads
1 Comment
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