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Best Poems Written by James Pepper

Below are the all-time best James Pepper poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Pink Sky Hue

I would smash you up
Into smaller pieces
Just to see you from
Another angle

Bend my face
On the spoon
To bear in mind
How warped the mind
Can become

Massage
And pet names
Are merely a form of dance
To get insane

With your long blonde hair
And your eyes of blue
A land of dreaming spires
Pink sky hue transpires

And Me!
17
18
Years young
A first floor urchin
Undeserving
A second floor princess

So...
So so, so
So squeeze sorrow
Between the curtain
Twist it
Turn it
Soak in it
Learn it

The water
Of her vase
An algorithm
Too complex
For the flowers of the urchin
My mind a fading rainbow
That I lurch out
That I lurch in

Guarding of eternity's gate
Pinky hue sets late
Take your place
Aside me
Under the stars
A sorry reprobate

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A Scattered Man At Sea

Through life it is all the people,
All love and time,
All will go as death is fine,

The seas' waves let me float dead,
It's cold wind's journey speeds my spread,

I saw my bones beneath my skin,
Thinking they will never appear to thin,

No regrets or moral frets,
Life is death as death is set,
Man to flame!
Ash to the ocean!

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Wendy, the Roma Girl

She's a pack-up and lander,
Like the geese and the gander,
She's a Roma,
On her own-a,
In a two wheeled house,
Involved with no weak willed spouse,
O honey! I've no money but I would be your mouse!
Snow White, fibre glass, heavenly abode,
Look real close, I'm a frog not a toad,
Look real close, look real close before you decide to hit the road,
Look real close if you really have to go,

Life is the ripples from the sound of the gun,
The flash of the barrel - the old, the young,
Always shining like a puddle of light,
Twisting and twirling, 
Delving and diving,
Like a mermaid in hiding,
You're still surviving and thriving,

The barking from your dog on a rope,
Caused me to slip on the soap,
As we kissed in your shower,
On the Millenium hour,
I couldn't tell if she was sad,
But I had come from my lillipad,
And could leave glad,
And when we pulled the last party popper,
We parted, me with a hop-a,
I thought she will probably soon be hitting the road,
Through that perspex window she glowed,
As I turned, I noticed her hearing aid was off,
The fireworks rose and went "Bang", "Nee" and "Boff",
She hates loud noises and it was Y2K,
She left soon after like the mist of love's spray,

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Summer Fete

Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows
A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss
 
More than guesses were intact
Lining up to act upon a string instrument under a sunshine star
There a sweet, sweet girl and classical guitar
 
Self-administer a sweet smell as the general public demonstrate kiss and tell
The first time sun kissed feet meet is the first great feat
And more to scratch into a journal of the dog days heat
 
Few bare bodies are shown to hide
His first summer at the bank side
 
He’s an abrupt sounding cuss
But he’s got good heart in ways
He hates to kick up a fuss
But he hates to part a brief gaze
 
She darted a meaningful glance that made a tiny fish dance
And now his dreams were stolen and sold, and pushed for the old
Now, to a stop a boy to grow up being ever cold
 
To ponder and smile on his late night pillow
To think about the sun, the summer and the willow
 
But the kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss…
 
Its he she’s loving, it’s his nothing she’s for
To him, really nothing more than a boy to ignore
But just for you did she let choose a boy to adore
 
Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows
A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss...

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A Pill Named Death

Self-portraits and portraits of memory,
Numerous notables I am not able to remember,
The barman at a hostel, cabbies at Paddington, the laughing policemen,
The thick and thin stink of places,
It passes through sometimes, like a travelling circus,

Last night I confused a self-portrait with a portrait,
A painted tear ran down,
Then I realised it was me,
The tear tasted like the sea,

Jamais Vu,
Don't recognise myself, I don't know what to do,
Pity myself probably, then paint the portrait of it,
Self-portrait I meant,
Forget it...
Just fling those spirits at me,
Kick through the canvas,
Stick your head through,
Encapsulate the experience to a pill for me,
A pill named death

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Sun

Smoking spitter,
Hell is where is holiday,
We watch you stare us down,
Falling, but held in heaven's black old town,

Son of no father,
Father of everyone,

Is your kind of fire in my kind of heart?,
We are all born blind,
So do we all shine from the start?,

Sitting between the shine and shade,
Am I the "We" that you forbade?,
Watching you stare down,
Falling...
Still in heaven's black old town,
We just wait... for heaven's sundown,
We, as babies on the ground

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Plans

My eyes look through my head and heart,
They are so scared and plead to part,
Though I should see for them,
Lead a life where love will stem,
We'll travel to Falmouth shore,
She'll smash my inner alarm from snore,
Eat butties on the beach, 
And let my heart peach,
Drink tea by the sea,
And let my eyes look above the clearest spring skies,
And minutes and moments and silence go by,
Our happiness heard in soft glad sigh,

Bleach blonde war paint on girls days away,
Yours is fair and flowing and as long as this day,
I never felt to feel somebody,
I take today and name it,
To humanise old wasted days,
Dark and numb like the empty church bell ring,
Hyms of hope but no followers to sing,
The street and people and life's unsteady pulse,
Makes our bodies due to convulse,
Makes the the brain so tense,
O future, o it's suspense...

Lay my hands on sweet summer,
Make me happy,
Away for good,
To find happiness and love as all should,
Syphen the bad from my head,
Let the fear peel and shed,
Let my eyes look through her heart, please now instead, instead

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Dying In Drunk Love

The journal, the standard bearer of a secret life
The tears it took, all the years of wine
The writer, the cheating carer of a dying wife
Noting her decline, line by line

A jot in the journal and a fling of the flask
Then a visit to the wife is too much to ask
The journal is soggy and he is a sleep
The phone gets him groggy with a beep-beep-beep

Its the hospital she's in trouble!
He looks at himself quickly, at his unkempt stubble
He gets there too late though
But holds her high, then rests her low

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Nathan Played In Hill View Park

Beneath the trees I swung so free...

How can nature's giants give such roar
The last protectors I ever saw
Their sway, unity to this day
But leaves fall as adults betray

Climbing high and scoping bark
I think back not to a cancer of my park
I urge to be in touch of myself and the laughing
To purge my inner such, away the stealth and trespassing
Til then, this tree will sway while I do hum
The beat of the beaten, the beat the heart drum

Building up to these woody beasts roar
The experience closes my eyes for all more
A crush and a chill from the beautiful and the breeze
Launched in crazed motion to my smile from knee

O a wonder is a world
Where 10 years a boy was a cancer unfurled
The car, his face and the laughing at the end
So allow me a moment to depend...
...On my sweet giants, their sway, their bend
To look up and up, I shall mend

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Mosquito Men

Cheap bullet holes
Through cheap souls
Make rich ones!
Aimed at them with no college, no future...no funds

Have fun with guns?!
And be all you can be?!
And so, we shall see...

But bloodied clouds will garner
When all is dead and calmer
Bloodied history shall not be missed
But feeble, blood lust men will clench a fist

The invalueable commodities sigh
All lost...at cost from those up high
The mosquito men who fly by
For young to fight and die
Mosquito men sucking dry
With leanest, redest eye
To meet the keenest, deadest guy

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