From crashing waves he emerges with the clarity of a wide landscape
The king of darkness
Parades
In full view
His garish, monochrome ego
Emergent for all to despise
Original poem (extract):
"Into the ripples of the horizon's haze
The queen of the daylight
Slinks
Then is gone
Her wispy train of colour
Vanishing"
[From Poem: Sunset, Sam Scott 14.09.23]
A quiet storm made its way
Feelings strewn and blown astray
Enamored in one another were we
In turns a desperation to be free
Lost in each other, thus
A soft-focused portrait of us
Warm is the sea as the sun is swallowed
Pleading vacant hearts no longer hollowed
Silhouettes kiss in night’s moonlight
Tranquil bliss as our hearts reignite
All hindrances and snags we now transcend
At a shimmering prismed rainbow’s end
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He was emphatically opposed
to every suggestion his co-workers ever had
Each idea distorted, contorted.
Un-thought out, would not work,
Would fail, falling on its face.
A new optimist was brought to us on Tuesday.
Her ideas were torn apart by him
Slapped down, killed,
Hung, strung, annihilated,
Butchered, sliced, diced.
She could not stop laughing.
For some reason this intrigued him.
He changed, and allowed two of her weird ideas
to be written up into policy.
Optimism in action!
Love is abominable to hate,
hate is contemned by love
Two opposite ends of the spiritual spectrum,
they are metrically pre-dia
Hate can be measured quantitatively
by the number of tears you cry, and sob of
Love expands, it abounds;
it can't be measured by any number
Love is like infinity,
it's a circle that's perfectly round
No beginning, no end ...
love is a pure wave of light,
which is so diametrically opposed to night
Hate is abominable to love,
love is contemned by hate
Two opposite ends of the spiritual spectrum;
one is always right on time,
the other is always late
Hate begins with an evil thought,
then ends in acts of iniquity
Devolving into entropic darkness ...
every sin you will feel,
as you thrash around blindly
Love will let you see God,
to see the truth of the spiritual spectrum
Love and hate:
Two forces diametrically opposed ...
truth always revealed,
lies always exposed
Love and hate:
Two forces diametrically opposed ...
love always revealed,
hate always exposed
Opposed to an Oblivion
In Brunswick County, there lived a Bolivian
Who was opposed to having another oblivion
When both he and gorgeous wife here came
To find abundant amount of fortune and fame.
Their realtor who happened to be a loan shark
Tempted them with trying to live in a trailer park
And being there were only two mouths to feed
A tortuous trailer would be all that they need.
When like sheep they would creep off to sleep
Into debt, they never, ever had to go deep
And my husband who has been an old fart
Had dream about Wal-Mart and a shopping cart.
Both back wheels of cart had started to bang
In front was a fool with front tooth looking like a fang
Even though with much musical talent was gifted
He went to a smaller store and there shop-lifted.
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