RupertPip - Hello Poetry

Idolising worship with cigarette-blackened gums kick a young saint down & call it good fun Torn bible pages a war in the East addressing the nation and keeping her sweet. “Cut at their throats & rid them of sin! Shoot through their lungs severe their limbs!” His favourite verse was etched in blood the holy book now smeared with mud Despotic laughter television screens used old robes blasphemy preached Homes displaced desolate streets “They should be smiling now they’re free.”

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May 20

May 20, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC

Crusade

Idolising worship with cigarette-blackened gums kick a young saint down & call it good fun Torn bible pages a war in the East addressing the nation and keeping her sweet. “Cut at their throats & rid them of sin! Shoot through their lungs severe their limbs!” His favourite verse was etched in blood the holy book now smeared with mud Despotic laughter television screens used old robes blasphemy preached Homes displaced desolate streets “They should be smiling now they’re free.”

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They were once lovers you know she stood in silence wrapped in eastern silk as he was out on business married to cash you’d never place them together but perhaps that’s the point in passing they locked eyes she was flooded with a thousand pacing thoughts as he was swept under the tides of memory she didn’t know how to play it cool and neither did he but how can you when years of lines overlapping, years of impassioned midnight love, years of calling mums mum and dads dad collapse in two forced smiles and passng silence

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC

An Encounter

They were once lovers you know she stood in silence wrapped in eastern silk as he was out on business married to cash you’d never place them together but perhaps that’s the point in passing they locked eyes she was flooded with a thousand pacing thoughts as he was swept under the tides of memory she didn’t know how to play it cool and neither did he but how can you when years of lines overlapping, years of impassioned midnight love, years of calling mums mum and dads dad collapse in two forced smiles and passng silence

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and so goes on the days where my eyes brood over clock hands where my body melts into a leather chair and my heart just yearns and yearns for life. were all those books we loved just fiction after all? or is there more really out there? somewhere amongst skyline towers where the air is thick with smoke and the grass grows greener or whatever. up on this melancholy hill i’ll watch the clock’s limbs waltz and life just slowly fade away through sad words in smudged ink.

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Sep 22, 2025

Sep 22, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC

and so goes on the days

and so goes on the days where my eyes brood over clock hands where my body melts into a leather chair and my heart just yearns and yearns for life. were all those books we loved just fiction after all? or is there more really out there? somewhere amongst skyline towers where the air is thick with smoke and the grass grows greener or whatever. up on this melancholy hill i’ll watch the clock’s limbs waltz and life just slowly fade away through sad words in smudged ink.

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\ I flutter back / \ from time to time / \ to loud hearts and / \ gentle minds; to cityscapes / \ in golden light, to neon bars / | and street fights; to country | | lanes and drunken drives with | / good old friends and future \ / wives; to summer nights with \ / campfire jives, to ***** shots \ / and sunken pints; I flutter back \ / and stay a while, \ / with no regrets \ / and only \ / smiles \

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Mar 13, 2025

Mar 13, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC

flutter

\ I flutter back / \ from time to time / \ to loud hearts and / \ gentle minds; to cityscapes / \ in golden light, to neon bars / | and street fights; to country | | lanes and drunken drives with | / good old friends and future \ / wives; to summer nights with \ / campfire jives, to ***** shots \ / and sunken pints; I flutter back \ / and stay a while, \ / with no regrets \ / and only \ / smiles \

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It wasn’t just the leaves that died over winter A part of me fell to the earth too My hair has started tying knots My car is choking rocks Falling away, decay. The whole world upside down perished, frozen winter ground LED sunlights, early nights Falling away, decay But God gave us Spring and all good things showed their face With gentle serendipity and a tranquil sensibility It’ll all just be okay. Leaves come back to arm their stations flowers grow in all locations Sunlight blessed the freezing minds The beautiful life where preside It’ll all just be okay. It’ll all just be okay.

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Mar 8, 2025

Mar 8, 2025 at 6:53 AM UTC

Talk of Spring

It wasn’t just the leaves that died over winter A part of me fell to the earth too My hair has started tying knots My car is choking rocks Falling away, decay. The whole world upside down perished, frozen winter ground LED sunlights, early nights Falling away, decay But God gave us Spring and all good things showed their face With gentle serendipity and a tranquil sensibility It’ll all just be okay. Leaves come back to arm their stations flowers grow in all locations Sunlight blessed the freezing minds The beautiful life where preside It’ll all just be okay. It’ll all just be okay.

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Sunshine lights this endless day; I swim amongst the lake above, walking round the flat terrain of Lincolnshire’s spring, in love. Jack adjoins my roaming mind and Allen sings aside the birds; I walk n’ walk with woes behind, so marry up with the Mother Earth! I bless my hands with fallen leaves to feel the way they’d hug my skin. My eyes expand in disbelief, this leaf and I are one, akin. I need not find another soul, for all the love and what it’s worth, is out there now, outside the hole, so marry up with Mother Earth! The clouds part quick; a wanderers dream. The grass grows thick, enveloping me. Flowers dance with helpless joy, as I have found another birth, insects smile, a bubbling boy, so marry up with Mother Earth! Travel home, and all things close, as slammed doors shutter frames. My phone lights up for one more dose, and I burst out in flames. I miss the sky, the summer rain, the grass, the birds and endless mirth. Indoors I find a stomach pain, I miss the ******* Mother Earth.

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Mar 22, 2022

Mar 22, 2022 at 12:18 PM UTC

Oh, Mother

Sunshine lights this endless day; I swim amongst the lake above, walking round the flat terrain of Lincolnshire’s spring, in love. Jack adjoins my roaming mind and Allen sings aside the birds; I walk n’ walk with woes behind, so marry up with the Mother Earth! I bless my hands with fallen leaves to feel the way they’d hug my skin. My eyes expand in disbelief, this leaf and I are one, akin. I need not find another soul, for all the love and what it’s worth, is out there now, outside the hole, so marry up with Mother Earth! The clouds part quick; a wanderers dream. The grass grows thick, enveloping me. Flowers dance with helpless joy, as I have found another birth, insects smile, a bubbling boy, so marry up with Mother Earth! Travel home, and all things close, as slammed doors shutter frames. My phone lights up for one more dose, and I burst out in flames. I miss the sky, the summer rain, the grass, the birds and endless mirth. Indoors I find a stomach pain, I miss the ******* Mother Earth.

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I was drowning in the passenger seat; the road ahead was flooded no less, and the night above bled out light like a thatched roof dressed with war wounds. That storm we found ourselves in was a peculiar one; all my clothes were drenched much were yours, I guess, steering the wheel as you did. The city was just so beautiful on that night; if only we could been there instead: dancing and laughing, as we would. We were far enough away that it could have had its own seatbelt on, sat besides me, being thrown left to right by all this solemn debate. "Everything will be alright." the man on the radio sang, ...will it?

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Feb 17, 2022

Feb 17, 2022 at 6:56 AM UTC

Passenger Seat Solemnity

I was drowning in the passenger seat; the road ahead was flooded no less, and the night above bled out light like a thatched roof dressed with war wounds. That storm we found ourselves in was a peculiar one; all my clothes were drenched much were yours, I guess, steering the wheel as you did. The city was just so beautiful on that night; if only we could been there instead: dancing and laughing, as we would. We were far enough away that it could have had its own seatbelt on, sat besides me, being thrown left to right by all this solemn debate. "Everything will be alright." the man on the radio sang, ...will it?

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She had eyes like crazy oceans, angered by the shoreline, stepping on it's heels. i miss them. Maybe not tripping over them everyday, no. But i wish they'd meet with me tonight just so they can **** me up one or two more times then i will return to write, with sand slipping through my fingers slipping... slipping...

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Feb 14, 2022

Feb 14, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC

ocean-coloured

She had eyes like crazy oceans, angered by the shoreline, stepping on it's heels. i miss them. Maybe not tripping over them everyday, no. But i wish they'd meet with me tonight just so they can **** me up one or two more times then i will return to write, with sand slipping through my fingers slipping... slipping...

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Down by the river the water is running laps laughing like a child after sugar.

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Jan 6, 2022

Jan 6, 2022 at 4:15 PM UTC

The River