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Someone send me fifty cigarettes.
Keep me awake far past sunset.
Get the football on immediately
And make it a fiery affair.
Drown out this mop and bucket mouth.
Find me a guitar string to silence a theatre.
Strum all the chords in unison.
Whisper powerfully into the crowd's ear
About the journey to solar eclipse bliss.
Ignore the scattered failures,
Stamps on lamp-posts,
Brash stickers of the past,
Cornered in all that success.
Distraction from the looming task ahead.
Let the teaming rain return to my brain,
Where pie survives in cement,
Jackdaws squawk and talk of walks
Across the kissing couple hills
Instead of pizza orders set for ten.
Counting stock with matching socks.
Clocks are the enemy these days.
But they may be my best friend.
Poem #20 from my collection 'A Shropshire Grad'. Written before a shift at work and inspired by Tom Hiddleston's poetry reading, I was fortunate to have this one read out on local radio.
Francie Lynch Jul 19
During dinner talk
I hear her say,
His poems are very clever.
She said it loud, and all could hear;
(she said it out of spite)
And some who heard her say it, thought,
Isn't she so nice.

Clever. Clever. Clever.
Clapped inside my head,
For earlier she reproached me
For not reaching out instead.
I should ladle bowls of soup,
Drive the elderly wherever,
Volunteer to save the planet,
Comfort those in need of such,
Or visit with the sick.

Clever.  Cleverer.  Cleverest.
So clever when she spoke;
I find it now so obvious,
She'd not read a word I wrote.
"Your poetry is clever, but you need to do something for the benefit of others... blah, blah, blah." The nerve of some people. My anti-trump ******* poems have been read by millions, thank you ma'am.
EL Borromeo Jun 22
carve your words on winds
and let the fleeting air
caress the wounds
you courageously cut open;
let them bleed again
and let the fresh scent
send the birds to singing;
forget about the inked papers —
no one reads anymore
and the world forgets anyway
Prabesh May 11
Yes, we often come across one another at that old library
All these years and you clueless of my intention
Have you noticed I am always in your periphery
I always pick the same book but never will I ever mention
I remember the day you inquired about my favorite book
A simple question, our first conversation, and your curious look
I wish I could have said it was you
The only book I read among the very few
Again and Again
You don't have to do anything. Just his or her presence can change your daily seasons.
Prabesh Apr 29
The sky cries again in agony
Flashing the lights to conceal its pain
Hammered against the innocent dirt
Losings its fight to get clean again

Let this body soak up its share
For darkness has a way to repair
These wounds that run deeper than seas
The mind says sorry, the heart says please!

So, let the lights slowly dim out
As pain has reached its maximum charts
Can't help but embrace this inner shout
The needle almost seems like poison darts
Just playing with what comes to mind.
Prabesh Apr 29
Drowning in the pool of judgement syndrome
The cold water soothes my festering burn
Tangled between hours like a ****** palindrome
Air escapes my lungs like the westering sun

So pull me against the gravity if you can
These legs refuse to wake from their sleep
face my tales of depravity a man
Who begs for the ache but runs from the weeps

The fading warmth welcomes this surging numbness
Eyelids now decide to double their weights
Intelligent ones breeding an incessant dumb race
Thy deeds do not outweigh their widening plates

Is it strange that i like my wounds fresh?
Sort of like a hangover that never ends
I hide my intentions behind this skin dress
Reveal one day I must, infliction my only mend
Just poured out my inner thoughts on paper. Its midnight and I just let my pen do my work.
BadBookthief Apr 15
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high up in the sky

beautiful patches

of the night time

followed wherever I went.

The street was crowded

with rustic leaves

and howling winds.

Scattered around

were a zillion voices

faces with fables galore.

There wasn’t a soul in sight

except myself

and my shadow behind.

Together we explored

every nook and cranny

happily thinking

I could never have a better company

until the dark gathered around

and the first to vanish

was my treacherous shadow

quick on its heels.

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BadBookthief Apr 13
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Your words

dug a grave

for my soul

so deeply

soothing

that

I wanted

to remain there

buried forever

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BadBookthief Apr 9
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When I gave you that book

I gave you more than I could

And who knew

what future held

But I believed in us

And it went without saying

that I loved you

more than you deserved

I didn’t know what to do

When you said you couldn’t meet me

on your birthday, that you had to go away

I trusted your eyes, those words,

and when you were gone

I ransacked every place I could

to get the best gift there was

And I happened by this book

which had my heart, my life

I wrapped it with all my love

as I wrote ‘To the best I know, the best of me’

I wondered what you were doing

as I stopped by your place

to surprise you before you left

but what an irony

when I was given a surprise myself

by your gardener, a seventy year oldie

seems, you’d never left, nor were going to

that you had a grand party

with friends and ex-lovers too

I was offered a ride that I promptly denied

with rage in my head and tears in my eyes

I turned to leave

but not before I parted with what I had to give

I asked your gardener for a penly favor

he said he had none and gave me a pencil

One last look beyond the shimmering parapet

realising not everything that glitters is gold

I tore off the foolish display of my affections

and signed ‘P. S. I don’t love you’, instead.

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BadBookthief Apr 7
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Every

nook and cranny

of the crumbling

ruins

were reeking of

such homesick

memories,

I kissed the

rotting debris

as if it were

a lover’s lips

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