Best Knifes Poems
When it's soup season on Poetry Soup
Ingredients are in large selection
Creamy chicken soup is yummy
for both body and soul
it is simple to fix
Step one:
Joseph and John catch the chicken
it runs wild in the back garden
Step Two:
Robert and Richard pluck the feathers
and takes out the entrails
no one else would do this work so well
Step Three:
Wash your hands (I bet they smell)
Step Four:
Tania and Evelyn
fry the chicken in butter
together they sing a cheerful song
Step Five:
Ilene and Jan
is responsible for
leek, bell peppers
and carrot in the pot
their tools are humor
not razor sharp knifes
Step Six:
Hiya who is "chicken" in the group
adds boiling broth stock
Linda tells her to be cautious
kitchen window has been misted by steam
Step Seven:
Let the soup boil for ten to fifteen minutes
Sara says to her husband Bill who stirs the pot
Step Eight: Crème Fraîche
Paula and Heidi adds an extra dash
and taste a little with a wooden spoon
Step Nine:
Victor chops some fresh parsley
he feels refreshed and hungry today
Step ten: Pick your place around the table
Welcome to Soup - Enjoy
I awaken; the darkened skies my alarm clock
I reek of whiskey, scotch and pastis
Tumbling out of bed, I reach for a cigarette
The dusk harkens as I rise to ply my trade
I am embodied inside a one room flat
The nightlife and the ladies both coming to life
Out the window I see the windmill so famous in red
Ladies with offers, men with drinks, the recipe for lust
I am the mime of the Moulin Rouge
I ready myself with my white painted face
Tonight another performance or so it seems
I shall juggle my knifes, with my many sad faces
Up up up in the air, one, two, three
Knifes in a whirlwind of iconic display
Around and around like the Moulin Rouge
I perform, toss and catch to applause
My sad face bows in graceful acknowledgement
As they toss their lose coins my way
If they see fit to fill my container of misery
I make for them my spectacular encore
I take a knife, a long black sharp blade
Tossed 12 feet in the air, dancing its way back down
As it slices the stem of a red rose in my hand
I now hand a pretty girl a cut rose
The ladies of the evening smile
They see I too traded romance for coin
How sad it is, this Moulin Rouge of dreams
Eleven more roses, and I shall earn my keep
Or so the ladies in red believe
I, on the other hand, will be changing the last act
I am tired of rent and being rented and rented cloth
I shall perform the ultimate act finale ce soir
Selecting the sharpest set of long fine knifes
Lighting them with orange flame, the juggling act begins
My audience enthralled, once again
Wondering maybe does he ever miss?
I never miss, I never shall, this is a certainty
The knifes a glow in fire, lighting the nighttime sky,
Tossed high, I lie down fast, tossed a rose in the air
A Knife as usual cut the rose stem
One, two, three, the knifes enter my heart
The blood will warm the falling rose
As it gently falls upon my silent chest
I die with a smile, yes my final act a success
The rose so tender upon my breast
Breathless all, Gay Paris has died once more
I never miss
Yet, I miss you
How selfish you are, when you're the reason I live and the reason I die...
How selfish you are, when you compel me to laugh and when you compel me to cry...
How selfish you are, when you have my heart and when you have my soul...
How selfish you are, when you take nothing and when you take it all...
How selfish you are, when you steal lives...
How selfish you are, when you leave knifes...
How selfish you are, when you're real and when you are fake...
How selfish you are, when you raise my heart up and when you make it breaks...
How selfish you are, when you're here and when you are there...
How selfish you are, when you care and when you don't care...
How selfish you are, when you bring me the light and when you bring me the dark...
How selfish you are, when you're night holds my star's, when it holds my spark...
How selfish you are, when you make me sad and when you make me smile...
How selfish you are, when you control my life with every little while...
How selfish you are, to be my angel and to be my demon...
How selfish you are, to be my jail and to be my freedom...
How selfish you are, when you are my saviour and when you're my fear...
How selfish you are, when you're so far but still in the same time so dear...
How selfish you are, when you make me feel cold and when you make me feel warm...
How selfish you are, to carry me inside your heart and then to get me out of my home...
How selfish you are, to be in my reality and to be in my dreams...
How selfish you are, when you hate me and when you love me more than what it seems...
How selfish you are, to make me love you so damn much...
How selfish you are, when you're only in my dreams to touch...
How selfish you are, to never show me your face...
How selfish you are, to be my one and only grace...
How selfish you are, to never let me know you...
How selfish you are, to make me contain a huge love that I can't show you...
If selfishness shows your love then always be like this...
But would I be selfish if I asked you for a kiss...
Twenty four dead roses
Heat waves and reposes
No one knows what never was
Autumn breezes sing in melancholy hues
Flowers dance around paupers grave
Buried now yet never saved
From life's despair or a loving hand
Sadness is the graves last grand stand
Loneliness lost in cobbled stone alleys
No one sees the empty tear
Anxiety knifes the lonely mans fear
Autumn winds chant yet no one hears
Four and score and long ago
Childhood memories in rivers flow
Now dry and scorched on withered page
Dead poets lost in the mind of a sage
The Trail Of Tears.
.
The snow fell when the long knifes came
Savages who robbed the sacred homelands
And buffalo slaughtered bloody plains
Men woman and children the old and lame
Frog marched against their will
Never to see they’re homeland again
They’re hearts so full of pain
.
And the big chief in Washington
In his big tall ivory tower
Declared the native American
Should live how he pleased
Even though it took the native Americans
Dignity away and fall to the ground
Like chopped down falling trees
.
Thousands upon thousands
Wounded souls resigned to they’re defeat
Walked the long trail of tears
With their little belongings and sore feet
Many sick and old
Succumbed to hunger illness and the cold
Countless frozen bodies lay like ice blocks
Littering the snow
The big chief in Washington
Won the days and the demon sold his soul
.
From the prosperous green Caroline's
To Oklahoma and apathy
By a mad cruel man’s greed
And decree
.
Forced to become farmers
When just a dust bowl is all they found
And nothing would grow from the ground
A once proud mighty nation
Did an ancestral dance
Hopeful it would return them
To they’re scared homelands
As hunters and the buffalo
Would again return given half a chance
.
They’re dreams were fruitless
And lost forever in the river of dreams
The depths of they’re sorrow so deep
That haunted they’re waking hours
And the one’s they’d sleep
.
They sent the young ones to schools in New York
To be educated in the white man’s ways
While those left behind
In the reserve concentration camps
Wandered like ghosts in limbo
And rotted in their graves
.
The wheel of history rotates
But the same things always come around
The person with the biggest stick
Lays the law down
.
The black man kidnapped from his home
And shipped to be sold as slaves
When will all this end
And when will man love everyone
No matter who they be
But the truth is many don’t care
And all they are concerned about
Is themselves power and greed
.
Thousands upon millions of stories
Never to be told
Lost forever
Since days of old
Man cannot even
Direct his own footstep
So the good book says
There is no real justice and we are living in
The last days.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
You’ve got a lark on the brain
I’ve got a ghost in mine
Shape of the shadows of things to come
Half started is only half begun
In the distance I hear a violin
Loosely based on ragged knee
Shades of grey floating free
Insipid dreams are following me
Took the tragic risk
Death served cold
On a porcelain dish
Whitest whites darkest nights twist of fate
Winding roads you can’t navigate
Empty room bereft of grace
With frozen eyes his lips embrace
Sold your soul for the title role
The bill’s come due
What’s happened before you can’t undo
You’re gonna pay his price
The valley of deaths’ a fools paradise
Nosferatu walks with death
His dear dear friend, walks as death walks
His dear dear friend
Shapes have no form shades have no color
Don’t need it no more, the almighty dollar
The knifes in the block, the axe it swings
Listen to the bells as they ring
In for a penny in for a pound
Penny for the old guy
Leave it where you found .....it
Strawmans’ head is full of hay
Nothing new has come your way
Treats you as his enemy
While wearing a mask of integrity
No ones gonna bring you round
Black birds cry the perfect sound.
Dark side warning darling...
Only sum go to the world so cold
& old the song, then along came
a girl bolder then older and she
roooolled, mother lucker.eYes.
She did.
Tart darts in hearts so smart it
tore the flesh to death & the stench
drenches you, it sent a message
in tune and I saw that ... fame.
On fire and in flames.
Flat notes on the dark side keys
ride on the sharp knifes blade
but I swayed. Played in the sky
with the dead from inside and
we rolled.eYes, we did sucker...
cum'hear and give us a kiss.
I'm up at 3am.two.SO...pucker up.
Duck.
Aunti came said a dude was near
Christ the name and boy did I
hear. That note. Vote don't joke
and play sphear for a better day,
cheer dear it's me, Sue.per duper
slant in the pants and I Pen.Too.
Dashes slashes spikes and pikes
in peaks and streaks on a grid,
lines in chime and colored rhymes
and Yeah, she's a reap.er too kid.
in black. Kitty Cat.Qi.***** is back.
Dark Energy And Ready.
are you read;ng...
MEOW.M&M. I met the Kool.Aid man.
On the HiCs
~an experiment with a new 'form'
for me, kinda. INspired by a fave
artist, Eminem. YES, I like him.
Form:
One man, one bomb, packed with rusty nuts and bolts
He bides his time, picks his spot and halts
Then detonates a foyer, full of mums and dads and kids
Who are blown apart, blown asunder, blown to little bits
Manchester, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Two men, two knifes, a soldier walking home attacked
Beheaded on the street and with machete’s hacked
Calmly, two men wait and joke with stunned passers by
Behind them, on the floor a headless man did die
London, England, 2013, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Three men, a car, with pockets full of knives
Stabbing indiscriminately, eight people lost their lives
The police were quickly on the scene, the men shot dead, where they stood
Another brutal terror attack and the streets were stained with blood
London, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Three examples, horrible but are all Muslims full of badness
The answer simply No, they shared the grief and sadness
For those that lost their lives from the few with bombs and knifes
Now Hammed and his children are scared to walk the street
With abuse and scorn hurled at them, from everyone they meet
Mohamed took no part in this, he is sickened just like we
But a few have hardened life for the Muslim community
England 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Leave the people alone, let the people be
They believe in their god, just like you and me
Isn't it weird, how things change,
Everything seems the same but when u look back it's all a bit strange,
and all i want right now, is a simple exchange,
my life in exchange for the life I had when i was a kid which was more in place,
Isn't it weird, how fast the time move,
and how within seconds people can be removed,
removed from our life's that makes us feel like we are stabbed in the heart with a couple of knifes,
and people say these are the lessons in life that makes us wise,
But what if I don't want to be wise,
but a kid who actually likes their life,
Isn't it weird, how we humans are,
filled with so many emotions but yet we feel like nothing,
surrounded by ton of words but yet can't describe exactly what we feel,
So many thoughts but yet nothing comes out,
how brain is the one to decide but yet we cling on to the heart to make a choice.
P ower held with in my grip, Run bastard, run.
I nnocence once taken can never be un-ripped.
C olorful the names they'll call me now, hateful;
k eep your pity, you've not poisoned my soul.
Y earling limbs spread for you and you rode.
O nly anger lofted life above the bloody fray,
u ntil today you'd thought nothing of my pain;
r ancid was your heart, but there are many deaths.
P igeon holed in the alley of your miserable hovel
o n a night as hot as hell, what will it be dear,I ask.
I display a fine array of knifes and a scatter gun,
s oftly I whisper Run bastard, runand laugh.
O nly, it appeared, he could not make a manly choice?
N o, poison, it’s too meek, too neat for my voice.
Published in Sweet Dreams And Night Terrors 2013
A broken mirror
A gustily reflection of misfortunes
I don’t recognise myself anymore
An honest look at my dishonesty
Yes, I’m a liar
The image distorted with each retreating step of shame
I take, and I move ten steps backwards in life
The falling pieces like sharp knifes
Pierce the ground with screaming cries
No!!!
Did I just dig my own grave?
The earth bleeds (from me)
Soaking the ground with broken promises
I try to flee the scene
Hoping never to be seen
To hide from my guilty conscience
Hoping not to be convicted for seven years
By poetic justice
And the crush of his firm finger
He had pointed straight at me
The lie exposed
Blood on my hands,
My fist broke the mirror
My lack of character,
A life of no restraint
Of anger and hate
My over indulgences and cutting corners
All brought to bare
The broken mirror echoes my scattered, dying soul
It intrigues me like a thousand pieces of a puzzle,
Challenging me to put my life back together
You’re such a liar, I dare you!
If I’m honest, I know only I can,
But my inner voice is unrelenting
No you won’t you liar!
I put my neck on the block
A voluntary fratricide
To be rid of this inner, rotten core
A mind like Pandora’s box
They say garbage in garbage grows!
The contents need to be forgotten
The combination unknown
Self-destruction mode on do-not-unlock
I accept I can never run away from my own thoughts
This outer shell content with my decision
For seven years it exhausted me
It haunted me,
Assimilated anew in the fields of second chances
Reassembled from pieces of glass and blood
I return to me a complete reflection
~ JUDGEMENT ~
~~ teeth deep in the ground
~~~ alligator skin like knifes
~~~~~~ listening to lies
Black Winter
She hid behind veil
The coldness
Her companion
The umbrella her armor
I died
Years before
Her last kiss
In heaven I adore
I shed tears
At my widows pain
In paradise
I go insanely insane
Black widows
Weep in the dark
Dead spies
No one finds, eaten by sharks
Shifting winds
Freezing rains
Snow drops reliving
The survivor’s pain
As she walks down her rue of memories
Umbrella shielding her tormented face
Embracing the coldness, embracing lost fate
Teardrops wipe the history from her case
We never existed us two
When I died under enemy plans
My lover had to flee her fathers land
No one is safe at Palestinian hands
Hatred buried so deep
Hamas bloody knifes never sleep
Child and foe, kill them for the goal
My lover is dead, Arabic beauties lost soul
Israel is the Promised Land
People walking head down staring into their cell phones
In pairs or all alone
Children pushing their children in buggies and prams
Traffic wardens and traffic jams
Zombies trying to walk through you with masses of shopping bags
Gangs of girls gangs of lads
Shop window displays to entice
Everything from ladies knickers
Toys and carving knifes
Shoppers sat in fish tanks having tea
Long queues at the bakery
Pregnant girls in tight fitting skimpy clothes
People with tattoos and rings through their nose
Police officers out for a gentle walk on a summers day
While the robbers elsewhere make a clean get away
Unruly children screaming
Clouds of choking cigarette smoke
People laughing telling jokes
Shoppers taking a rest on a bench
Old men staring at young wench
A busker playing the same song over and over on guitar
For pennies hoping someone passing
Will make them a star
Street vendor vultures prey on the unaware
''Have you had an accident''? money signs in their eyes
Bad accident they don't care
Gangs of people stood in shop doorways
So you can't get in
Lads like me trying to impress the girls
and holding our beer bellies in
Bargain here bargain there
This weeks special offer managers special
A broken chair
Knuckle dragger unshaven smelly men
With model looking babes how on earth do they get them?
Free passes to the gym if you're fat we''ll make you slim
Bumping into people that you know
Hows uncle Howard and his poorly toe
A glimpse of life on a weekend in town
Don't miss a bargain get on down.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
Trilogy 1) Alice and Vincent
2) The Mask
The one in black
Dapper, sinister with a sharpened string harp
Melodies to defeat the bravest of souls
Can’t go back
Slithering down the rabbit hole
Out of control
You would never know
Tossing smiles
Knifes slice up pink hearts
Stay away, stay away
Stay away from me
Stay away
From the stranger
Avoid the danger
The dandelions always come back
The bourbon flows behind the mask
Let the rabbit crawl
Out of the hole
Look in his eyes
You will see no soul
My eyes are filled with empty gods
Given up on all you lot
Let the devil have his way
Let the darkness make me sway
Haven’t got a bullet to end it all
I just know I have been the fool
The lost one behind the mask
I am not up to the final task
Weep on the floor
Sweep me away
In my three piece suit
You have no idea
The demons who play
Screams and laughter
Screams and pain
Musical insolence
Piano keys dance in my head
I don’t want you to leave me
I don’t want you to know me
Go away
I am the one in the mask
Softy they cry out my name
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