Short Lurks Poems
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John G. Lawless
7/11/2015
Evil lurks, not only in the shadows
It lurks in your soul
Splitting you
Separating your whole being
Pulling you limb from limb
But yeah, it’s just in your head
Don’t worry. It’s only on the inside
Wouldn’t want to burden anybody
I’ll find a hobby
Distractions always work
If only for a short while,
There is bliss.
Vestments of yesteryear
dotage's gone vague
zeitgeist's heart
wound up clock like
ticks laboriously
errands run through
veins seasonally
in the plumbing
till they 'fall'
ah, but that's
the cultural attache'
bound by render
on the wall
ghostly meandering
through the mist
the haze
the humidity
makes the window
fog up so that what
lurks within is obscure.
Emptiness pervades this room.
A barren womb,
Devoid of life.
Quiet is the light it bears—
Without shadows.
These four walls yearn for dressing
To yield warmth
For the cold and desolate
Spirit held within.
This is a fallow cell that
Awaits the dwelling seed—
A fertile family
Whose footsteps will cultivate
The pulse of life—
The embryo—
The promise of life.
What lurks outside the window?
What lurks on the other side the door
What lurks inside this stone cold room?
What lurks in this silence?
Some beast cage
With the window
To see the happiness the world brings
To watch the sun set
Unleash its havoc
Under the moons watch
To return by day break
Back to this cold room
Back to the window to watch
Scared of what lurks just the other side
You have no idea
Your expression shows fear
Thoughts and sentences near
Observing your inner emotions and responses
Knowing what you are thinking
Captivation throughout
Knowing you better than yourself
Expect the unexpected
You thought it was safe
Wonder right before your eyes
You are in for a surprise
P is in your inner heart and soul
Who is the P?
The Poet of course
The force
Mysteries
Ever after
Reality lurks beneath the moon,
The reason for it comes, some soon,
Different religions, all have part of the tune,
My words find some derision.
Clear your mind, till you can see,
Expect, believe with sincerety,
The Master is, will come for ye,
It’s only your decision:}
His spirit from the bright blue sky,
a thought to maybe lift you high
perforate the heaven’s nigh,
but life is for the living:(
Don Johnson 4-aug-11
Too much I am inquiring
I don’t hear a response
I use to be inspiring
Now the beast haunts
Its deep within
Unsure of the size
I’m afraid I’ll sin
In the last of my cries
It’s a little scary
And kind of tough
My body I barely carry
And my happiness I bluff
You depict my fate
You hold my hand through
Let’s set a date
To bid adieu
I’ll fight till the end
I’ll hold my head high
I won’t bend
I’ll fight to see a blue sky
DANGER LURKS
My muse is somewhat brazen and always most fearless
Yet takes no heed to my countless calls, I am scared,
Wanders the empty streets of the City, quite gearless
No mask has she with her, police angry, had dared,
Them, oh my in danger, silly muse has been earless,
Faced hovering criminals, pleaded, wrote SMS, am spared!
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2020/04/25
beauty lurks upon the night,
i lost me teeth i look a fright,
if i'm not careful me dog may bite,
but i'll keep on sucking lemons :)
i'll jam a cossie under me frock, (swim togs cossie)
me girlfriend gets a tiny shock,
jump in amongst the sleepy flock,
it's time 4 sum romancin :)
I canna stand this tawdry bar ,
and there you even bloody are
a dancing there with Nungidar
still a bloody prancing
just waffling here
Don Johnson 12-jul-11
The room stands empty now
But it was not always so.
These bare walls enfold
and protected the past.
Memories lurk here...
The corners are filled with
tears, laughter and the
scent of yesterday.
In the end that is all
there is.. pictures in
the mind and the sound
that time makes in passing.
Bare walls I do not see..
I see the memories that
grab your heart and hold
it fast. Light through the
window dances in the
soul.....the memory of a
room, and the life that
was lived there.