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Darren Oct 2014
Rain into the eves flow down
The surrogate decline
While bubble by the entering
Veins of gypsum window
Stay affixed by mine
And pursue while I pointed leave
The blue underneath
Masked a coursing guise

Whittled off a simple branch
One bud small as the tear
Still mother's hair before its time
To weathered dully glow
Buoy in a sinking fear
One child's wail far
Flow down into the whirling yawn
With blue ropes ready bear

My simple say is silent stalked
By dredged comeuppance will
First droplets tumble off the reed
Then rest in lining scroll
Roots mined until their packs have fill
Once one shine prejudice
The stolen difference be borne
Out with the welling sail
Originally written on October 16, 2014.  Eighth poem for the Hundred Theme Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe.  Not as straightforward with the theme as some of the others, but I like how it came out.
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Theme: Innocence.
Darren Oct 2014
Waiting for the fruit to fill with pithy seeds
Underneath a barren lifeless tree
The carrion hunters spread their wings
And fan away the pollen on the breeze

My feet are crumpled sacks of bone and meat
My mind an ***** rotten like the orchards
Are scattered by my finger blackened pits
Inedible attractions for the birds

Famished as a calf without its mother
Left by the herd long crossed the overture
I cannot get my legs below my body
And find the gangly chains so I can stir

They wait above my dwindling departure
With slavering testaments to their breed
I am abandoned wasting underneath
With corpses of the scattered lives time bleeds

My gullet cries the reckless yawning end
That lungs have not attempted for so long
I let my chin collapse into my chest
Close my eyes remembering bygone
Originally written on October 16, 2014.
Seventh poem for the Hundred Theme Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe.  A little shorter than I usually write, but maybe that's a good thing for a change.  Hope everyone enjoys it [as much as the rest of my stuff, or maybe more, I don't know.]
Information on challenge: the-poetry-cafe.deviantart.com
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Theme: Heaven.
Darren Oct 2014
My cushions bow where I've taken sleep
And tossing sheets along their creases
Sameness come the time I upright-
-To the days I reap

Same hours fly and crawl eavesdropping on my mind
White flowers pigmented by waters where they drink
I endure until I can retreat
To long suffer a recess I am always close to find

The springs in my mattress know my weight
Their creaking a sound as lullaby
To rock me in same exactness played-
-In every end of day

The flip side has married wooden frame
Coupled till the death of mine will break
Wrap me with pleated lily craft-
-So we can always stay

Same hours fly and crawl eavesdropping on my mind
White flowers pigmented by the waters where they drink
I endure until I can retreat
To long suffer a recess I am always close to find
Originally written on October 14, 2014.
Sixth poem for the Hundred Theme Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe.  Took this one for an ironic take on the topic, but I am also almost at the deadline for today so who knows what I write in my panic.  Hope it came out alright.
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Theme: Break Away.
Darren Oct 2014
You beat against the iron braced
The timbres shake but bolts withstand
As large this door is as it's thick
Your signal still encroaches clear

Sanctuary spouts its shrill
Like bells of rotting brass be tolled
I can tell you weaken more
By every second I lay claim

Some footfalls by the ****** in breath
And every ounce it takes
To think of whether side will draw
Conclusions I foresee

Hushed sobs on other side I hear
Not innocence at all
The tears are caked in ****** acts
As are the palms I fold

They round about and blaze their way
Their curses dark and vile
To wall or line of lancing spears
You are left in ramping free fall

You kick the wood with all your might
Desperation burning high
As I the listener await the fate
Of wolf pack on its hanging prey
Originally written on October 14, 2014.
Fifth poem for the Hundred Theme Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe.  I am liking the process of knowing what I have to write; let's me get more creative in other areas [though I don't know about this one.]
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Theme: Seeking Solace
Darren Oct 2014
Before me
I feel the hand another placed
Whether it was so long
That the language they spoke was strange
Or near enough to touch
As was what was now
I cannot say

The demarcations by the brush
And knife and palate board were one
But here I know not to see them
Only to experience a part
A portion of the exchange
Like the loss in translation
So a blind man tries

It is one blank and haze from birth
A single shapeless depth
That endured the years into its gut
Among the faces and the shades
Like a flower know not its scent
Nor the ocean its expanse
I am unable to understand

Smooth cuts along their blades
And rows where the bristles gap
I wage the moats of paint and pencil
And take in their edge
Their weight upon the frame
Like I would the wind
How it blows through my stranger tips

One is lost to outside walls
Obstructing none who know to look
To only what is in one's reach
The window ahead
And not the mirrors
Or the mason brick barriers
That belay a soul whom thinks ahead

To other grasp the naked dream
An emptiness materialize
Through one notwithstanding yield
A glass even I can peer through
That drives the same man
The same soul
To the burdens I have been ******

True sight is one that catches sign
The single or a multitude
Infinity befalls the eye
But those who learn to sort their panes
Can feel through its difference
And guess its weight
Even if their worlds are blind
Originally written on October 13, 2014.
Fourth poem for the Hundred Theme Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe.  I tried this theme with another work, but got something else so here's this one.
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Theme: Dark.
Darren Oct 2014
Half-way between the bowled catcher
My cradled bones soon to taste air
The cold of night numb me
And the hidden side once it is freed
As inside this carcass soon to be
Will all my soul take sudden leave
As forceps without a clamp
And hammer without its blunt
Strike my neck procedurally
To codify another thread

I roll my eyes lifeless before
The opening in the sky
Behind the blue reflecting sea
A mirror pocked by the white
Of clean and careless clarity
Sterile back-drop covered by primer
As soon the basket will be
Grass roots will taste copper today
And tails bear the thickened rubies

Ever changing questing bright
The footsteps dried like pen-marked words
Another order change my hold
Of how I retain my parts for naught
I see the periods repeat around my last
All to sign with blackest truth
To one who hold the quill above
Continue to weight down with ink

Clouds blow like the paper's did
When I was shackled to the ring
My back was bent by mallet-ends
And by the bridge of glasses scoured
Move slow or fast the end is same
I still will be in arms of wood
Soak by my predecessor's edicts

It shined with lacquered veneer distinct
A task mine to complete
Renew a thirsting stretch its slake
For revenge of how its purpose take
From off the leg not moving yet
It screams as I will to the skies

Single globe stare back at me
While all the rest take time to blink
And luminate reflection down
So I can shy and block the ground
You long-describing say I meet

Last wind carry your signal flare
As I take in the last greys of earth
Close-lidded shut out the cold
Preparing another set to crack

You never shift your watch from me
The spectacle all too enticing
How the colour dissipates to the air

You hold me in memory
As does the cradle's coating

Beneath the next tens countless sentance
Originally written on October 12, 2014.
Third poem for the Hundred Themes Contest hosted by The-Poetry-Cafe.  Maybe I will write several a day, but don't expect it.
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Theme: Light.
Darren Oct 2014
Quaint with the ribbons soft
Another asking question laid
Will there be more to come
If the longer that I wait

Teacups drip the watered red
So thin a comparison drawn
I can flesh out the gaze
Moment by that dazzling dawn

Across with hands palm up
Mine atop your stubborn shoulders
Ease out the answer by
Removing Atlas from the boulder

Relaxed bands and flushed cheeks
Smile back reciprocating
The leaves rest below the lip
Strengthening the tasteful sting

A look into each other's pools
Limpid slow and restful now
Until our fingers rapping
Dance the waves together found
Originally written on October 12, 2014.
Second poem for the Hundred Themes Contest.  I will be doing them in order appeared on their group home page, for those who want some foreshadowing.
Contest can be seen here:  the-poetry-cafe.deviantart.com
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Theme: Love.
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