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All clear in third age
Forming tried foams
On the hallway of ties
The alleyways tiptoed
The only lifeline we hold
The ghost that loves me
It tickles my toes and glows
The massive shadowy face
The hanged erred earlobe
Yet it claimed me from birth
Dented in a cast ratted tribe
A reminder of evolvement
As I crawled to run away
It pulls in seductive destination
I shall never win this battle
I shall ever learn the meaning
A reevaluation of a patron
A tune of comfortness chaos
This ghost that claims me
It made me grieve and revealed
A long left pain of the lost
It made love to me on and on
The ghost that raised me
Shoot me from gravity to its era
It shall forever be the flavour

He is **** writer
She is scarcely clad inciter
Writer stumbles along
scanning her song

For words to add to his poem
Songstress pretends not to notice
adjectives he steals
thieving glance at his heals
All marauding spinning wheels
Prosody ‘o orthography blow him

plethora a plush collusion
exile of garment illusion

each sit across room
She ties ribbon to bloom
this ribbon runs through typewriter
Who will be inciter?

presume it is not Jeroboam
****** be this poem

Hate what’s mediocre and banal too.
Despise them both and take the two to task.
Their infection consumes flight of fancy,
Hidden behind a bland and facile mask.

Please write your tale to help disarm the pair.
Together we can speed up their demise.
Although there are greater forces at work,
Much more than most, the same do they despise.

It is still so, but the hatred makes way,
For the flight of our thoughts, thus creating,
Works of beauty; wondrous to minds of men.
What’s hated, in truth is sublimating.

The platitude “Thinking outside the box”,
A phrase by those whom ignorantly use,
Lead astray by these bland meaningless masks,
Fall short of honing tools with which to prove.

To begin with, there is a strong feeling,
An analogy in a nutshell which,
Is presented to aid understanding,
Curtailing a cerebral glitch.

Then a comparison to the flip side,
Passionately pervading all angles,
Adding anticipation and power to,
The carroty denouement that dangles.

This civilisation I do lament,
For what was intended I cannot see,
All banks and buildings from fields of cement,
We can’t turn back from what we know to be.

Another way seen distant in the mist,
From a distance, copy it we cannot.
Never, before we are within its midst,
Will we look back and see what we forgot.

Look back we will but not with longing eyes,
We know the mistake of the wife of Lott.
With knowledge we’ll look back and realise,
Exactly what we had, and now what we’ve got.

Hist’ry of  humanity is replete,
With lessons, from times of old, of others,
From whose misdemeanour caused our retreat,
Learn willingly and see our endeavours.

Outside the greyhound bus station
He passionately kissed you goodbye
You wanted not trust him,love him
Hold him as he strolls in his dreams

Adjacent to his grey polished automobile
You danced and took the paper of his promises
Those crunched word put inside the pocket
A remembrance of moments and painted assets

Ambivalent of his grey gloomy moods
You danced as you needed his gentle touch
He streams in your system like a turbulent waterfall
The build up of rumours, in the pantry the kisses he stole

Innocently he presents a grey leathered testament
A juridification of  how he can leave your system
A speech as a declaration of how he can save you
Take a pace, hold the breath, see his lies on this clear day

Jump on the boat and take is real slow
Throw the canvas and splash that oil
Squash the duck feathers and fill the mill
As the harmonica cruises craft the talk real slow

A touch of the knee and the spark shatters
A charter of recklessness heckled in two-tone composition  
Not a monochrome but a  jest of kaleidoscope cores
A fearless horizon of sirens and chaotic applause

A sate of pureness, meekness;widely see this woman words
The worth of how she works, the sweat in her sincerity
Spot the little life that she holds, clutch her lifetime ascensions
The silhouette that shows and fades away,chase her palm

Stroke her freedom, take her high to the clouds and show her
Ask her to sing her sweetest prescribed proscriptions
Be the operator that jerks her stringed rhythmic blues
Shine ohh diamond, Strike ohh as you expand…… touch the sentiment

The beautiful nature, the extensive land
laid on acres and acres of a misruled calm
An outward reservation of well kept grounds

Children play as they skid on grassy slopes
They open their jaws and laugh about a morrow
A joy they spread is tangible but not superficial.

The little ones have no worry of the world
They jump, fool around and have fun
A circle of embracive moments spread in currents

The babes lit the day and in the night they slumber
Even their brightness resonates the ray of the sun above them
They leap and grow older as the time progresses.

How will they ever know what awaits?
Mine childhood was a ball of imagination and curiosity
A thirst to dig, fall, progress and sink in the depths of an abyss