ShamusDeyo
I wrote My first poem at 15 years old, 46 years ago, since then My Rhymes Have Daunted me, Haunted Me, Pounded and Ground me Down, like a Lexiconographer Hammering out Words on a steel anvil, and newly formed Syllables ring out in the Night, as the Darkness Falls. before the Dawn. and I yawn to get up and write another verse...drinking from the stream, drinking from the stream, quenching my Verse in the Stream of Consciousness, that flows through the corridors of Time, and since my Rhymes have Daunted me..... / / / / *All the Work here is licensed under the Name / ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
Abstracted Painting
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print in
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black and white
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as if
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they paint
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the page
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hues of blues
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or of
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Langston Hughes
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the page roils the spirits
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to anger red
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that fades
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to shades
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to purples and blues
Avante-Garde, Hipster, Beat Poet Words and sound of Celebration
Graphic Painting done by me Shamus.Media,Arts
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
Traffic sound
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continuous drown
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diesel truck exhaust
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in down shift
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thoughts drift
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down past highways
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in motel daze
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eyes glazed
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flashing neon
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no vacancy
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Jack Kerouac
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once slept here
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as if it matters
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to anyone
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC
Word Thugs with twitchin’ *******
got Nothing. So they steal
so they can make their **** real
Scumbag Soliloquists Rant
they’re Plagiarism ascant, but
Stolen Words won’t make them a Poet
Got a word homie
won’t put up with ****
Dead punk poets
gonna get their
vowels slit…
Their words ain’t
nothing but stolen
Bust them slackers
Don’t matter
they got backers
them all’s word hackers
if they had to write their own
their junk would be funk
*** they ain’t nothin’
But Poet Punks
I used to Love this Place now half my likes
are blank gray squares No one there
those accounts are deleted and HP defeated
I have had a lot of wonderful friends here
Who I love and respect but now the sites
Not worth my time
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
The grass and brush grow high.....
below the the rusted rails in the sky
Fate sealed, the aged red paint peels
on the sides of the House of Mirrors
Roller Coaster cars splay in disarray
ruined faded horses found flounder
At angles on the Merry go Round
the wind in silent breeze the only sound
The bit of broken light bulb glass reflected
By the sun, faint echos of fun from the past
the click clack click clack of the coaster tracks
cars at the peak speed in curves and swerves
Drifting thoughts of yesterdays dreams.....
with side show prizes, kids laugh and scream
As carnival barkers shout out their routines
Sun blazing the fun of yesterdays scene
Although nothing but a mere memory
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
Texas 1959, And today Out of Time
Oswald... The CIA Admits As Role Prime
To Play Lee Harvey... Until the Time
He could be used... And hid behind
The Asassination of Castro He Failed
Still Playing Him along... to their Avail
The Victim of the Ruse.....
Never Realised his Use..... in the End
They Plied him with *****
Hookers and Promises.....
Trips to Cuba and Secret Meetings
A Snipers Rifle with Desperate Leanings
Keeping him fed with Lies
The CIA Cast the Die
Feeling Let down by JFK that Day
Over the "Bay of Pigs"
His Truce they regarded For
A weakness that Moscow
Would Subvert Somehow
For the President Folded
Then Came that Fatal Texas Day
In 1963, Lee Harvey at the Depository
Smiling Waving JFK in a.....
White Lincoln Town Car Parade
The Shot Rang out where he sat
Blood splattered on Jackie's Pillbox Hat
Jack Ruby ready was Very Fast
To make sure the Truth Didn't Last
The CIA Made Numerous Omisions
Of Evidence to the Investigation Commision
Keeping it all Hid away, Till the CIA Historian
Opened the file of Lies, from the day.....
The President Died....................................
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Flows of Tears...
For all these Years
Lost in Empty Promised Land..... The
Familiar Feel of the Back of the Hand
Stumbling in the Door in the Night
A bruised Head Stare in the Morning Light
Funny can't Recall what Started the Fight
After the Bar had closed.....
The Stab slammed Between the Eyes
The Familiar Sound of the Lies
The Cough of the Morning Cigarette
The Nagging Feeling of Regret
In my Heart there's an Ache
How Much More can I Take
This has Gone on for..... A
Long Long Time,,,,,,
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
A spark... of Creation
Ignites a Tinder of Thinking
Setting a Blaze of Concept
Catching Fire to a Thought
That Blaze Forms
The Idea...
Carrying the Brilliance
To the Future... Until
Its Flames Subdue
And Slowly Glowing Embers
Become White Ash of the Past....
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Freedoms Shot Down by Bullets of fear
The Fascist Faces Arise in the Crowd
As The Elections of Politicians draws near
The Neo Nazis and KKK Proclaim out loud
The Boasting and Bashing of Religion and Race
Stares America Right in the Face.....
Will you Stand and arise to Fight of Note?
Then Get off Your ***** and.....
GET OUT AND VOTE!!!!!!!
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
Running as Black Shadow Shards,
Cut out Between the Stabs of Light.
A Prism of Fear, Refracts shades of Gray,
The Cold Blade of of My Own Fear
Holding me Hostage to the Past
Heart Beating and Pumping,
Beating and Pumping Adrenaline
As I stumble in the Darkness
Only to Hear the Blast From the Past
But, I never heard the bullet.......
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
Past Prejudices arise Again,
Feed a Feast of Fear to them
Prey upon their Greatest fears
And Raise a Fascist tide
Let Loose the Tide of Lies
Greased by Economic ties
Lubes the Rails of Ruin, And
Veils the Dawning of the Truth
Brave they Are, who have
Never seen the Rise of Battle
Willing to sacrifice, those who are...
as if to War, the Chaf and Chattel
The Leaders Lead us into Pens
To leash us to Ideologies in Need
To Insure the remaining 1 percent
That they can fulfill their greed
Glutting on the Middle class, and
Feast upon the Poor, to upraise
The Pile of Bones Before, Each
Fat and Wanton Priviledged Bore
For us a need, is all that we Possess
Feeling Lost, all in Due Process
Yet Voices can be Heard and Votes
It seems only to be logical.....
WE CAN SLAY...the Necrological
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC