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Geezer Aug 16, 2016

The Stealthy Poet...

He's never had it quite this good
An audience at last!
See me, folks of my old hood
I've made the big time at last!

I pretend I'm crazy
Or maybe just not there
But I really ain't that lazy
I'm on my way somewhere

My paranoia is in full bloom
I think there's someone in my room
Maybe day-mares from them shrooms
I'm having thoughts of impending doom

Esker Aug 15, 2016

raw
chaffed
burnt by the idol suns
the Hulls sucked waves
on shores where
blood swam
where warriors fought
and warriors won
the vanquished gave
up breath
the booty hauled
aboard tied silenced
hoarded
neath brilliant sails
and row away
from smouldering
cursed village
a sign too those
of what may
return
what will come
too be
of Odin Freya
and Loki!

...

Geremia Aug 15, 2016

TRINITY

Into waters pure and clean
sunlit prism blue and aquamarine
fall three pearls iridescent white
with no mark or stain and into ripples
softly fade

alidzain Aug 14, 2016

Pride Of A Warrior (To all my friends here)

The shadow of death crawls across his face
but there lies a burning will in his eyes,
commanding the strength to fight with grace
against the odds, the cruel fate that rise.

When others' courage falter, his will not.
He's the spirit of every man who stands
when life is full of aches and dreams have rot
His heart, it beats with pride that knows no end.

lovedly Aug 14, 2016

me monkey!

Standing at the edge
of the cliff of time
sooner than later
I too will not chime
there may be no more rhyme
lime
nor
sublime
as I lay
in hands of Divine

But with me
all is fine...

Geremia Aug 14, 2016

THE ALL TOO HUMAN

There is an inexplicable and mysterious essence
within us that makes us rise above ourselves
in our darkest moments of despair as our life
draws near to finality: a scintilla of promise
washes over us to disclaim doubt and fear.
there is much yet to learn of the ways
of God and Nature yet our heart and mind
are stricken with disbelief and we lose count
of the treasures of Creation

Esker Aug 13, 2016

sedationed

the flag lags
the dirts rude
everyone sipping
tins of brew
Mindless lazy
crazy dayze

the red dirt
the tinted haze
brick baked
huddled homes
and cisterns on
legged watch
silver space ships
in the dark

bicees and Marmelite
under the shade
a porch with a ruddy
crowd..

weirdelf Aug 13, 2016

Hate Hate

I hate hate.
I hate myself for hating.
I hate skinheads, the right wing, conservatives, religious ignorami.
I hate them for my hate.
To be accountable all I can do is oppose them at every opportunity.
This includes the people I love who are right wing conservatives and religious ignorami.
Don't take it personal, though it is very very personal.
I oppose your dumbfuck ignorant beliefs, not you.
I hate hate.

Geezer Aug 12, 2016

Mrs. Moore Gave More... An East Main St story

Twelve; the year of liberation
Freedom from the tyrant
What a glorious sensation
No more, shhhh...”You can't”

Took up life-long habits
Some were bad and one was great
I bought my own cigarettes
Stayed up reading way too late

Mrs. Moore, I thank your grace
Stayed after school with me
I still see your smiling face
You're the one who set me free

Stories, places and times away
I had adventures and I flew
Read about the good old days
I knocked back root-beer brew

Race_9togo Aug 12, 2016

When Odd Beliefs Are Useful

I’m sitting in hot sand,
Bright sunlight on my face,
A warmth of gentle breeze
Against my skin,
My heels cooled by blue surf
Rolling up the jam-packed beach.

A hundred radios and players
Babble music up and down the shore,
None of which I want to hear
Upon this radiant day,
While people mob the gentle water
Looking for relief from temperature,