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HOPE

H O P E

Morning light came up on the shadows of souls

Down lonely dark roads littered with toads

That rained down from the sky, like a biblical plague

To drown out the sorrows’ and errors they’d made

 

And the rivers like blood, ran deep and dark

As the righteousness stood by, and the mad dogs barked

A fowl stench filled the air… it was one of pure dread

Of countless men...

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The UNDERWOOD

Resting By The Fireside.   Ch. 2  (Page 8)

 

Leaving the wood behind us,

our journey now well underway

It is time to rest before slumber,

for tomorrows another busy day.

 

We’ll dance and sang and read poetry

fill our bellies, drink wine and fine beer

As we gather around the blazing fireside

Safe and warmed from the cold night air

 

To think, ju...

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Why Bother?

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Why Bother?

 

You know I could just keep on writing,

but really what’s the point?

With the hundreds of poems I’ve written

What’s one more to disappoint.

 

After all, most, have not been seen yet

And probably never will be, at this rate

So why am I still writing

And myself continually berate

 

Is it for the accolade?

Hardly, when I look.

I’m never goi...

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Why?

Why?

 

A tear slowly seeps from beneath my mask

That concealed the truth… Why?  You asked

Emotions rapidly streaming, from so deep inside

Become a raging torrent, I can no longer hide

As my teardrops burst from a broken dam

That can no longer hold back, just who I am.

 

It was so easy to hide away from the truth

Whilst it’s kept at bay, from all those who sleuth

No...

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The Music Box

The music box

 

As I am reading I am watching this old music box, I have just gently lifted the lid

The ballerina is turning, the music is playing, however the clockwork mechanism is loudly clanking and the ballerina is crying tears of blood.

 

On the inside of the lid is a mirror that shows an entirely different image from the one you would expect. It is Sal’s poem unfolding… the b...

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Hypo

In that hypo’s long, sharp, silver, needle

The fentanyl curse left me feeble

With dragons coursing through my veins

Oxygen depleted starving brain

Just an empty husk, and to my shame

Nought of me...  Just death remains.

 

                                                           Po    

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The Digital Dunce

The Digital Dunce

 

This is a tale about a digital dunce, who obeys without question, I too was one once.

It’s hard to see the curve is so smooth, and the journey quite slow, unlike the pace that you move

From a freeman to slave, bound in ball and chain... until none of the former even remains

 

Let’s take a look at the letter s on this page... its good place to start, for your b...

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Po’s prose prologue The UNDERWOOD Chapter 2

Po’s prose prologue

The Underwood  Chapter 2    ‘The ascent to the Summit’   (Page 7)

So, page 6 found us on the edge of ‘Underwood’, at the treeline with the wood behind us, and the vista of a majestic mountain laying ahead of us.

Here we find ourselves at an old log cabin.  This will be our base camp, where we will rest and prepare for our long journey ahead to…  ‘The Temple on the Mou...

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The UNDERWOOD Chapter 2 Page 7 Prologue.

Running up Moonbeams

Running up Moonbeams

 

Between life and death is a magical space

Where dreams are born, for you to chase

Some begin early and are dashed too soon

Others elusive, like the beams of the moon

 

Every once in a while as your path you traverse

From swaddled in a cot, to laid out in a hearse

Two souls will converge in a blending of time

As two become one, and in silent mime

...

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The Sword of ‘Damocles’

The Sword of ‘Damocles’

 

This is the fable of an ancient king

Who decides for a day his friend he would bring

To swop places in his palace and experience his life

All of his joys…   and all of his strife!

 

His friend only seeing mass opulence

The Kings life full of joy, and magnificence 

So dressed in fine robes a banquet was set

The friend sat for his meal unaware ...

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The UNDERWOOD Page 6

The wood of enchanted contentment

 

The frost carpets the meadow, Lark’s song in the air

The fresh smell of the season, the winter draws near

Holly laden with red berries, a good winters store

‘Hedgehog’ is asleep, on the warm woodland floor

 

‘Old Oak’ has provided a blanket of leaves that cover

As our prickly friend burrows, the leaves softly smother

‘Wise Owl’ keeps a...

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Millstone of malaise

Millstone of malaise

Discarded like a bit of fluff, in your belly button

Me soft as a lamb, you tough as old mutton

Standing in the vacuum, of your vacant gaze

Like I’m carrying an invisible millstone of malaise.

 

                                                                        Po

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Beyond the neon sign

Beyond the neon sign

   

The blind man saw with his heart so pure

                 what was blind to the sighted, so obscured

                            The razzle dazzle of our world so bright  

                                       Hides the truth from us all, in its blinding light

 

                                                                                         ...

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If

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 If I knew, what anger was, it might look a bit like this…

I spend all day and half the night, trying to make stuff rhyme
Pondering over random words, then arrange them in a line
Hoping in some abstract sense, non-figurative stuff I figure
That will when read by others, engender comments that it triggers

Call me an old fuddy-duddy, a fossil , calcified in time
A dinosaur, a Dodo bird, or so...

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The UNDERWOOD (Page 5)

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The UNDERWOOD  Page 5     (A poem within a poem)

 

Message in a bottle

 

A poem within a poem, is written.

Which in ‘Underwood’, is strictly most forbidden

And yet,… One washes up upon the shore

Opening  up ethereal worlds, though yet another door

Within this glass bottle, flung in the sea afar

lay more arcane mysteries, this door in now ajar  

 

~    ~    ~  ...

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The UNDERWOOD Page 4

The UNDERWOOD  Page  4

 

This next verse fills a volume of a treatise yet unwritten

Of a curse upon the souls, whose bodies here, were smitten

With a sick lust for pleasure, by wreaking others heinous pain

Together here in purgatory, forever, shall remain

 

FOR

 

No hallowed ground, for these monarchs, who reigned down their terror  

Inscribed in ruinic cruciform thei...

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THE UNDERWOOD Page 3

THE UNDERWOOD  Page 3

 

As we enter the clearing see the skies beautiful green hue

And the odious blue grass, Neath’ your feet you purview  

Like a copper covered dome, patterned, through the passages of time

Built by the grand architect, resemble a temple, beautifully sublime

 

Beneath our feet lie the tombs of all evil kings and queens

Whose bones and blue blood leak upwa...

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THE UNDERWOOD Page 2

The UNDERWOOD  Page 2

 

Close your ears to the lullaby’s, whispered softly by the trees

For if not, for certain, this forest, you never will leave

The trees here in Underwood, whose branches hypnotically sway

Whose leaf’s whisper sweet nothings, must nay stand in your way

 

For beware, resting for an instant beneath their massive mantel

From their tendril branches clutches...

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THE UNDERWOOD Page 1

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The UNDERWOOD   Page 1

 

So my pretty reader fair, dear you enter where most not dare

If so follow, don’t get lost, keep hold my hand at any cost.

Notice how the terrain is changing, that your mind keeps rearranging

The path is now steep and narrow, the crows calling, chills and harrows

 

Carving furrows in your mind, keep up, keep up, don’t be left behind.

At this poi...

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The UNDERWOOD Page 1 Original Short Story by Po

COME ON!

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COME ON!

 

The chameleon ran vertically, straight up the wall

and disappeared though a crack infinitesimally small

“Did you just see that”! The post man exclaimed

“Their the masters of disguise”, I quickly explained

 

Running across, peering through the small crack

The post man kept looking dropping his sack

“Stand back and wait quietly, he’ll soon reappear”

And ...

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Perchance To Dream

Perchance to Dream.

Part 1

You think the world is solid, then watch it simply melt

Down a drain in the gutter, that’s just how it felt

So I followed diving in, though in a slot in the grid

There saw a woman standing, from my gaze she simply slid

Looking up, looking down, looking this way, looking that

I saw a cat with green whiskers, sitting on a mat

 

It’s edges quickly...

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Ashes in a jar

Ashes in a jar

 

It has been said, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions

Not always lies and deceit, or other people’s pretentious

How can we even know where the path will be

The sign often obscured, impossible to see

 

Is it the left hand path, or maybe the right

Or, perhaps the middle ground leads to the light

Left wing and right wing mean little to me

...

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Another day on the job

Another day on the job

 

At the end of the path, a broken door, smashed shards of glass lay on the floor

Cross the threshold, enter in, another crime scene, let’s begin

 

Walk the hall, climb the stairs, the crime unfolds, hold back the tears

‘Must’ needs dispassion to comprehend, precisely what transpired, at last days end?

 

For at the setting of the sun, what exactly her...

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Costa Lot

Costa Lot

 

Always complaining I have no money

Is not in the slightest a little bit funny

Spending sixty quid a month on a cup of coffee

Aroma wafting up my nose that’s a little bit toffee

 

A snob you say!  

 

That’s a little bit strong for a flat white guy

I say, It is up to me exactly just what I buy

Bloody scroungers, freezing outside the door

With me sat in...

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To late she cried

Too late she cried

 

Sitting in Starbucks doorway

After the lights are all turned out

The demons are surly coming

I can hear them scream and shout

 

It is for me the sirens call

Flashing blue and white

Piercing though the darkness

Blindingly bright white

 

Flowing down the sidewalk

My life’s blood ebbs away

In the morning another statistic

Is all the p...

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The Up Side

The Up Side

I have conversations, with people inside my head

I call spirits from the vastly deep

people call them, but do they come?

 

Some think so, yes that’s for certain…

But when all things are said and done

My thoughts become tangible things

 

With a substance all of their own

I hate it, and love it, however

My friends I could never disown

 

We wander wh...

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In a Flap

In a flap

 

What’s his name?

We call him ‘Noisy cat’

 

Not so hard to believe

I only meant to feed him once

Now he never leaves

 

Meaow! Meaow! Meaow! Meaow!

 

Scrapping at the door

My don’t you use the cat flap

That’s what it’s in there for

 

We used to have a cat

Kirby was her name

 

Then one day

She went and died

That really was a sham...

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Out of his reach

One for the ladies...  You can grab it if you 'Like'

To Vawtar  Thank you so much for reciting this.

 

Out of his reach

 

When we first met, it was like ‘Fifty shades of grey’

Those sweet nothings you whispered, I would swoon as you say

When sex was like a marathon, lasting all-night

In so many positions, me holding you tight

 

Brazilian, vagazzled, gone was the that...

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Lost and Found Pt 2

Lost and Found  Pt 2

 

3 am. in the morning, on a dark, dank night

I opened the door to demons, my Soul taking flight

A tote on a bong, filled with ‘Lebanese black’

I’d lost my Soul, for certain there was no turning back

 

An ‘OBE’ as I’d never had before

Disregarding the warning, written on the door

In exile, the door slammed shut, tightly closed  

Locked from the ou...

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Lost and Found Pt 1 (Graphic content)

Lost and Found  Pt 1

 

My life

my lost family

Ripped apart.

I curse the

f’n opiates.

 

Sectioned is

The new PC

name.

Locked up in this

‘Mad House’

Tis’

The same.

 

Nothing PC can

Be found.

Drugged up

On the floor

In a piss soaked

gown.  

                      Po

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FREEZING TIME

FREEZING TIME

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish I could freeze time in my freezer

and thaw it out when I need a bit more.

If I could, then one thing is for sure

I’d very soon need a new door.

 

With all of that opening and closing

I know that I’d soon wear it out.

It would get lots of use that’s for certain

Of this, there cannot be a doubt.

 

For s...

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The Ballard of Jack and Jill

It has been suggested by some, that this nursery rhyme records the attempt by King Charles 1 to reform the taxes on liquid measures.

He was blocked by Parliament, so subsequently ordered that the volume of a Jack (1/8 pint) be reduced, but the tax remained the same*. This meant that he still received more tax, despite Parliament's veto.

Hence "Jack fell down and broke his crown" (some pint g...

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Slamming

Slamming

 

Terrorist’s never simply come clean

Klashnekoff  laying on the ground at the scene

Not just discarded, deliberately left

For a victim in the future, another parent bereft

 

In it’s stock an evil surprise is hidden

Placed there to do, the devils insidious bidding

So that when in the lab the expert takes aim

Triggers an explosion, from the stock shoots a flam...

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Cocooned

Cocooned

 

Finding new complexity in hand writing dexterity

Searching for lost artistry in the guise of poetry.

 

At times the images so surreal, in my mind a cotton reel

Unravels till a tangled thread weaves a web around my bed

Then ‘Itsy Bitsy’ comes to call. Arachnophobia cause me to fall

Awaking with a nasty bump, in my throat a ticking lump.

As I yawn, a black...

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Unplugged

Be Still

Ponder the wonders of life….   The mysteries that await discovery

The things you know…  Yet have never seen nor heard

Feel for the essence of truth within you… Not in this 'screen' world of illusions and lies

But deep within the silence, silencing the crys

 

In the ether of your mind… Not the cable from the wall

Nor the confines of the net… Let infinity's confines fa...

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Truth

TRUTH

 

I sometimes know that truth will hurt

So keep a buttoned lip.

I sometimes know that truth will hurt

So let a little slip.

 

 

“Does my Bum look big in this?”

s i l e n c e ! …

“I think the zip is stuck darling”

 

                                                     Po

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