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The glint in his eyes as he battled loneliness
 Added colour to shade his bright promises
 Deception wrapped its sinister cloak around
 As he edged her into the adulterous role

 Callous plots drawn on a lover’s devotion
 Spoiling for tender love on a passing whim
 Fate’s cruel dagger drawn on a gentle soul
 Splayed in love and highballed to intrigue

 Dregs of innocence in a poisoned world
 Tossed to ruin on a selfish ruse
 Standing by the wings of a marriage intact
 Hesitant to step back, unsure to step in

 Secret beats of a perfect marriage
 Waltzing to proud candid tunes
 Furtive life of a wistful lover
 Pulsing away on borrowed time...

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I am insomniac through memories, I stumble 
Hard to resist, the lure so unceasing, 
You go missing, and hope I walk with phantoms
Turn away truth, sweep off your footprints 

Live away from me, your solo nights haunted
Hunting for your sleep, feeding shadows
The stars and the lone moon thru my ghost hands
Strain to reach your skies still, spangling echoes

Ignorance tossed a poisoned knife, one morning
Caught rage in her dark hair, her sanity broken
Her facts stripped, layers away from your winters
How do you breathe now, away from us

Fly with me again, ride the winds we always do
Angels in exile don’t lose their silver wings
Wake up early tomorrow, catch the dawn for me
Cried a fallen angel, and God cried helpless too…

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Silence shuddered in night’s deceptive arms
As memories rose and fell to insane rhythms
There was bliss that smiled for a fleeting lifetime
Which morphed to a viper’s coil spewing rage
At neglect of an absent lover’s selfish memory

Obsessive yearning threaded through insomniac nights
Patterned in the ebb and rush of latent desires
Needs to be met from hasty promises 
Hollowed to fruition at lust’s virulent grip

Trysts in creation pulsing their pagan cycles
Scents of life, of a most guarded saga..

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The Infamous Scottish Muse

The time has come your passing has happened 
Your desire to live was never dampened 
The great Scottish debate for you to stay or go
I screamed yes, but the haggis of your heart said no 

The split of our nation represents the split in my heart
But now the time has come and we must part
Much like our dreams of reaching the sixth form debate final

“Page 32” you crowbarred into conversation
infuriating Ash to the point of self-immolation
your self important boasts of superior knowledge 
turned my my weakened soul into watery porridge 

You were not a stereotype, despite what many said
Unlike most Scots, you ate more than simply fried bread
Your challenge with crackers so lascivious  that I lost my thread
And since then I yearned for a way to do more than simple observe your bed

But your aggression was endearing, cutting and clear
Tearing opponents to shreds, speaking to all that will hear
But I was behind a glass wall, simply shedding a tear
As a limp invitation to a party was the closest I could near

I sit here now and remember our lark
Our time together, characterized by a battle with a shark
The verbal brutality was shocking that situation was stark
But your retorts were quick witted, but often loaded with snark

This took so long to write as my heart still bares scars
An open mouth like yours could give hour long seminars
Yet you still saved me from being bundled into one of Bennet’s cars
Yet I must hope that we meet again, underneath heaven’s stars 

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Grey stealth crept on the innocent night
Preying down on her uneasy sleep
Predator warnings tolled their menace
A dark prelude to when sanity would flee

The stalker roomed into claim his stake
Licensed to hunt with the title he donned
A husband who was sworn in to nurture
On a contract that spilt blood every night

Proximity would rain blows that blinded
Submission would color revulsion darker
Her fragile body would stiffen to endure
As her steel mind sprouted wings to escape

Sun dappled streams to tow fun-filled days
Waterfalls to sing haunting lush green tunes
Spaces she belonged to, places to go
Soon she believed, long before the end....

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Chains on my Love

Naïve love, its mystery pure and absolute
 Nurture me through the doubt in your eyes
 I surrender to its pristine beauty and form
 Forging my world on an unsung hope

 When nights lie back to bask in our rendezvous
 Your tenderness whispers its own destiny
 Your confusion at the sweet tug of love
 Smothers me with all its old hidden truths

 Paint my love in every callow hue
 Coat every nuance, captive to trust
 Dark veils of promises settle undone
 Wings on fears at love unfolding

 A love that’s a forbidden enigma to us
 Watch you tread heavy steps back to your world
 And I shy away from the hurt and our reality
 As you glaze over to the world that owns you...

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Treat Her Right

I didn’t stay
because you didn’t listen
Warring night and day
for a little attention

Forget promises whispered
at the alter
What about us?
When did we falter?

It only counts when two 
equals one
But when one plus one equals two
It’s time I left you

A. Green

(Some writings will be very simple,
and really stupid.
I am going from back to front and
attempting to write in every form)

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I Wanna Write a Poem

But it scares me.

I read what I've written
What  you've written

Damn, that's GOOD.

I wanna write a poem
but the muse has deserted me
or maybe I deserted her
or maybe she's a he

Who the f-word knows?

But I wanna write a poem.
One about love and charity
One about caring as much for you as I do for me
One about seeing things other people can't see.

I just wanna write a poem.

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Another Lousy Lover

I truly am disappointed
By such a lack of desire
When I think I should inspire
That swollen stuff of dreams
With a waving Wand anointed
By eager, willing hands
Spill free his demands
Then stuffed back in his jeans! 

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Goodbye To You

Although I've tried to understand your reasons for what you do,
sometimes I just turn my switch off, and ignore the nonsense.
Repeating the same ignorant remarks which obviously tweek my heart and soul,
you've really been asking my permission to leave and not come back,
because I was just a dalliance to you - "Hot Love In the Summertime"...
You take beautiful people, animals and creations and twist them around
to suit your 'manly' thoughts and desires, turning a beautiful flower
into a withered-up twiglet with no hope or life left.
Those are YOUR choices - not mine!  I see beauty, and am mesmerized
by God's glorious developments within the universe.
You see only the flaming asteroids which threaten to destroy
this wonderful world we live in.
You hope for chaos and destruction, and you have a destructive personality.
You respect nothing, and prove it with your words and actions.
If only you could realize or even care what destruction you have caused,
and try to repair the damage by helping the beauty to blossom and bloom,
spreading yet again...
But!  You obviously could care less about true happiness, peace and faith,
for your faith lies only in the knowledge that (finally) one day
you'll succeed in stifling out your own sordid life,
ne'er taking notice of all the wreckage you leave behind - intentionally.
What could have happened in your life
to make you hurt yourself knowingly...hopingly...
...Continuing to commit suicide on a daily basis?
What evil has befallen your soul to make you hate so much?
Or, is it mere child's play to you to make ev'ryone and ev'rything around you
wish they'd ne'er known a person as cold and nasty as you are?
My thoughts will wander to you from time to time in the future,
but they will immediately be dismissed - pushed away - like you did me.
My love is a special gift, but you don't see beauty, so you cannot know real love.
Therefore, I will spend the rest of my days striving to erase the hatred,
and bring love into the world, whether you like it or not.
God's love is the most beautiful thing there will e'er be,
and it shines like a beacon in my soul, but your lighthouse crumbled long ago,
and you don't even want to rebuild.
So, goodbye to your darkness, hello peaceful world.

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      hatred and love

She took me in, inside her heart, out of the raging storm of solitude
Dragged me. Pierced my tissues with the horn of a unicorn….

I levitated at daybreak and floated to the middle of the night
I felt the wind and the fire and the ice and the weird heart throb…

Sweet when she made me laugh and bitter when she was hurt
It literally tasted that way in my tongue- the touch of a perfect love…

She hates me....
Insults me

She makes me
Hate myself so..

And now I am a show for the town to watch, lone walker, paces undefined
And mostly taken down by my untied laces; the ground- so hard- embraces me…

That hydrogen that carried me through my gleaming days and lit my nights
Has ran out, syphoned from me by the love of another man, or money?, no difference.

That’s what, I didn’t have
Or provide, long before our love had hit its core, she lied...

That’s what I hate
Like I hate her

That’s what I hate
Like I do myself now.

And i never thought id hate that much
I guess i never knew love that much...

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Dragon's Press Agent Attempts a Rant

Ok, I admit, I’m not at the top of the pile in a short stack of pancakes down at the I-Hop, but what I can’t figure out is this:

        “POST A POEM”
Poetry Soup 

////////////////////////// NO SPECIAL CHARACTERS ALLOWED*** \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  
***see section D, special code 107-406b, annotated, US bureau of BS, dated ?? ?? ??, revised ?? ?? ??  page 332011, sub paragraph b, line five... etc.

Apparently question marks are SPECIAL!
(Arrogant little curly headed dot-daubers anyway.)


Titles are not allowed to be questions.  

Do you have any idea how many of my cheesy nonsense poems ask questions?!!!
(answer: QUITE A FEW.... uh, whoops, only two...out of twenty-four—less than one percent).  

Well , heck fire Dragon, this is a useless rant!

(Dragon says: “When there are more answers than questions, it’s GAME OVER, dude!”)

Meanwhile, I guess my titles have to be like: Why Are There No Question Marks Allowed In Poetry Soup Poem Titles - QUESTION MARK (apparently dashes are not special)

Like I said, I’m swimming in the shallow end of the gene pool, I admit, but I don’t get it.

What if I wanted to post a title in Spanish using all those cute little squiggly things over the letters? oops, I mean QUESTION MARK

What if I wrote a very intelligent, stylish and well-formatted poem asking a significant question like, uh, well, like “Why isn’t poetry a big money-maker like football” QUESTION MARK

Just kidding here folks. Thought I’d poke a little fun at some other nonsensical thing besides poor Dragon.  You know, make a big deal over nothing—without starting a war.

Oh, by the way Poetry Soup, I’m not the least bit serious.  You guys do a great job.

Anyway, if you happen to see QUESTION MARK at the end of one my “poem” titles, you’ll know why.  

That is, if Dragon and I are still here after posting this imitation rant.

ps.  just kidding about the poem form (again).  But ain't vaasokht a doozie of a word?

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Carbon copy

Am I the one you dream of, 
Am I the one you prayed silently for with closed eyes at your bed side,
Am I the one you magnificently created of her figment,  
Deeply rooted and knotted in that dark part of your past.
Do you think you can create, recreate those vivid but vague images of her carbon 
copy through me?

Am I the one you want to smile like her,
Caress, embrace and erase your deviant discrepancy.
Have you visualized the slaving, the hard work she put in?
It seems I am the one you want to prolong the epidemic of your rage

Am I the one you really care for 
Or am I just a coaster to absorb that water from your glass
Am I the one you pictured walking towards you on that  cool Sunday evening
In that small chapel on the side of that Hill.

Am I the one you will share and tell stories about,
The one who will inspire you to become greater than you.
Will I be the one you run to when all hell breaks lose?
Am I the one you place above all other.

Will I be the one to conceive and bear seed just to please you?
Seeds that resemblances you and in essences are you
Will I ever be that one? 
The one you have morphed within the cavity of your brain.

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What we once knew

Our outstretched palm, once offering clarity,
The semblance of assured balm
Now only seethes to erode my calm.
Your breath that was the sounds of peace,
As nurturing as the mother’s womb, inspiring of a budding bloom,
Now stands alone, the solid echo of a hollowed tomb.
Eyes that shone the breadth of life,
With endless wonder to make me gasp,
Now quiver me with endless rasp.
For now in time we come again,
Old and grey and weathered men, the shiver of a moment stopped
To ink the life that we forgot.

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Propagate it

Eternal God, Mother Mary, Father Christ
How lovingly you respond to Eternal God

People say they pay reverence, Eternal God 
Father Christ, Mother Mary
It is written

Written what? 
“Peace in Christ”
Where is “Father” Christ?

Don't have any clue
Talking about
Hypocrite, harsh word
People harsh to Father Christ

Fact that He is the Highest Priest
Why copy?
Copy “For the righteous”
He is Eternal God, “Father” Christ, Mother Mary

People boast, brag 
Reverence to Father Christ
Believe in Him
Yet, no “Father” Christ

He’s hurting
Help me propagate
We’ll run over Church
Nothing is written

About reverence
No one knows
Except us
He wants us to propagate it


Let’s do it Father Piers! Let’s go?

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Your gaze

You don't know what I can be    Your simply clueless       Such an array of possibilities          You just don't know when you gaze at me         You look right through, transparency      So many thoughts I can conceive   But you don't want me to believe       No you can't know what I can be        Your eyes wide shut when you gaze at me

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Dust From the Past

Dust from the past, layered in youths callow
Desperate to be forgiven, for sins committed
Wrongs done in ignorance should be omitted

Dust from the past, covers the shallow
Fear of failure, insecure self worth
Heat needs to rise from this emotional hearth

Dust from the past, it casts a shadow
Anxious to wash it away, make it clean
Start over, be clearly seen

To late...

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not socially inclined

Not socially inclined 

We drove to Cascais for two days holiday at 
a posh hotel and I promptly fell ill a sort of fever
I do not travel well.

My wife and her extended family had a swell 
time, while I shivered under three blankets and
claimed the air condition was sat to freezing.

On the third day I arose, had solid breakfast
no had seen anyone recover so quickly, it is
I said because I’m a Norwegian   
After breakfast and packed suitcases time for
goodbyes, lots of kissing and hugs 
and they all hoped I would be better next year.