yes I know
with a sense of loss and empathy
rolling like murky thunder
across a baby blue sky
sod all must be and everything
that spells forced entry
and join us with a heavy boot
in a I am not he who detest the other
will not am not I'd rather die
before I shave the pale lady
of hate and dark bullying
on an altar of white whales
time is running out
herons wait for the tide
to back off
exposing beak goodies
toads and see-through wannabe's
roll in the heavy aftershave
with loaded tankards
and silly willy-nilly falling
***
letting dark tides roll in dark days
between pale scrawny legs
I still find no real rescue
in the brightly lit pier
that licks dark old water
with cheap scores and beer
there is no more in salt
the way dreams tilt and fall
when daylight
hacked by immigrants
risks life over furious water
in doing one course for two
the sound of shoes dancing
cockerels and mussels
absent shrimps
bending in the see me seaweed
exhaled in the lungs of jellyfish
stranded in the rotten green heart
of no oxygen in life living
a few moments we are remnants in
greatness
human understanding
solemnity with a billion smiles as we are
and more and not more
and all that moves on its own accord
in days after dark water
***
sparrowed immigrant by the market
hovers in air charged with ire
in bright colours washed with tears
and two small children
left behind a mask of smiles
there's no telling where she begins
and I continue
why humility eats behind curtains
of so much sorrow
and I walk alone in silence
Poetry by Bob
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and three more poems
woke up in the middle of the daywith a sense of loss and empathy
rolling like murky thunder
across a baby blue sky
sod all must be and everything
that spells forced entry
and join us with a heavy boot
in a I am not he who detest the other
will not am not I'd rather die
before I shave the pale lady
of hate and dark bullying
on an altar of white whales
time is running out
herons wait for the tide
to back off
exposing beak goodies
toads and see-through wannabe's
roll in the heavy aftershave
with loaded tankards
and silly willy-nilly falling
***
letting dark tides roll in dark days
between pale scrawny legs
I still find no real rescue
in the brightly lit pier
that licks dark old water
with cheap scores and beer
there is no more in salt
the way dreams tilt and fall
when daylight
hacked by immigrants
risks life over furious water
in doing one course for two
the sound of shoes dancing
cockerels and mussels
absent shrimps
bending in the see me seaweed
exhaled in the lungs of jellyfish
stranded in the rotten green heart
of no oxygen in life living
a few moments we are remnants in
greatness
human understanding
solemnity with a billion smiles as we are
and more and not more
and all that moves on its own accord
in days after dark water
***
sparrowed immigrant by the market
hovers in air charged with ire
in bright colours washed with tears
and two small children
left behind a mask of smiles
there's no telling where she begins
and I continue
why humility eats behind curtains
of so much sorrow
and I walk alone in silence
Poetry by Bob
Read 629 times
Written on 2015-04-14 at 17:14
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