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Tichozpytec Apr 2021
Sitting in the dark
Wanting back what was stolen
Holding his heart tight
Norman Crane Aug 2020
another day, another lotion,
sighed, “much rather be making potions.”

tedium, boredom, boil and bubble,
add a spice, then add it double,
stir it well and let it settle,
in a kettle,
made of metal.


what's your fancy, what's your trouble?
basin clogged with dwarven stubble?

make one balm,
you've made them all!
concoct a cream, a cream?—a cream!
one more grog burn,
swear I'll scream!

tedium, boredom, boil and bubble,
add a spice, then add it double,
stir it well and let it settle,
in a kettle,
made of metal.


give me dragons, give me daggers,
give me jewels with emerald feathers!
give me—“what?
what's this, right now?
of course I know exactly how!”

roots to find, true essence to distill,
adventure?
no, but pays the bills.
Richard Jul 2018
It has already died inside of you,
the feeling you had,
the voice whispering pretty words,
little dwarf inside your head,
he got depressed, he's anxious, your inner voice died inside of itself.
And you are running through the people, trying to reach dwarf inside of the stranger,
once you reach the other's dwarf, soon you find out, that's what you needed, dwarf's help. And you keep worrying about the dwarf who keeps yours safe, and eventually that's you who suffer the most, as it's not the dwarf who is dying now.
You should give the meaning to it as you feel it
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2018
Sometimes
      the moon
          doesn't
               look to
                  be a far
                      cry from
                           a smile!
Sometimes
   the untouched
       Moon isn't the
            the only one
                        dwarfs
                        everyone.
                         There­ are
                            many more
                              untouchable
                  ­                     ones are
                                         closer by.
Nath Rye Feb 2016
looking at my arms and legs
they were never really
the length i'd hoped
they'd grow.

struggle
always seemed to come out
of this predicament

but
I had family.
A family of giants
who could all,
individually,
catch fish with ease
or pick the freshest fruit from the highest tree.

they never forgot,
though, about their dwarf
of a brother-
they protected me
like I was one of their own.

they loved me, and i loved them back.

most of the time, anyways
i can't blame them
for mistakenly
stepping on a dwarf's pride
self-worth
self-confidence
because a dwarf could never really
assert his presence as well.

where would i be without them, the giants?
where would i be without them?
without them?
i'm nothing.
just one of those 3am thoughts.
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I know of just too many Cyclopes,
Let me describe one of them better,
The one who preys on values of men.

So miniature he is - mere few inches,
So often in our pockets he is found,
So crooked he is with a single eye.

When among beautiful babes & gals,
He is active getting used in clicking,
Also used up is he sometimes by fishy men for fishier purposes.

This Cyclops was filming one such similar affair with a lady unaware,
Stripped naked was her body exposed to that bare,
Trick or truth, clothed or naked, she thought not about this cyborg Cyclops filming her **** ever in her wildest of fears.

The young lady is then blackmailed by the Cyclops's master,
"Be quiet about it and serve us in our industry,"
Threatened with publishing publicly of the moments - she gives in to this blackmail.
The old version developed some technical snag.

Cameras - often hidden - are instrumental in aiding the potentially harmful and ill-mannered people from the much controversial **** industry.

My advising people should not be taken lightly - **** industry has become a large entity with major collections from hidden cameras.

Check your hotel/other place of personal & private activities for hidden cameras if at all you are going to trust someone with all of your mind, body and soul.

My HP Poem #685
©Atul Kaushal

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