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Some Of My Poems

By Dranna

(Four Collections Moving)

 

VERY EARLY POEMS

As I Fill Up

As I fill up,

My cup,

I wonder if,

My teeth,

Will disappear,

Because of many drinks,

But if they do,

This will not stop me from my drink anew.
 

Can I Feel?

Can I feel,

Your orange peel,

Or is it sin,

To rummage in your bin?
 

Fame Is A Game

Fame is a game,

I will not play,

But at the same time,

I'll take it seriously,

And I'll pay respects,

To all admirers,

Plus the tireless Press,

So when I'm in a mess,

And so well known,

Perhaps I will not think myself,

A loser

 

I Love To Hear The Sound

I love to hear the sound,

Of my computer beeping,

So I don't go to sleep,

I make it beep.

 

There is a button,

With a picture on it,

Of mutton whole and woolly.

 

If I press this,

Then I can watch abounding,

Many sheep.

It does not make me fall asleep,

And sometimes it is better than a beep.

 

I Stare Into Space

I stare into space,

Until my face,

Is numb with unhappiness

 

My teeth clenched,

I can not wrench,

Myself away from deep meditation,

I call it relaxation

 

Will I perceive the meaning,

In this trance,

As her,

Or anybody?

 

My One New Pence

My one new pence,

Is full of dents,

And scratches too.

 

My old one penny,

Is more heavy,

But it's smooth.

 

Plants Grow

Plants grow,

Leaves fall,

Stems wither.

 

I feel the same,

All day,

Every day.

 

Some People Won't Eat Dog Or Cat

Some people won't eat dog or cat,

But do eat sheep and cows.

Why is that?

 

The Temple Of Light

The temple of light,

Was at the top,

Of a hill.

 

Its religion was a flop,

The repair bill,

Was far too much.

 

Wandering

Wandering,

Seeking,

Smelling all the while,

I kick into piles of leaves,

And dream of squeezing mushrooms,

In my hand before I cook them,

So their fanned arrangement goes all soggy.

 

Past the boggy patch,

The firm sound on firmer ground,

Of mushrooms being plucked,

Has sucked me into,

Such a stormy hunger.

 

Be it good that this is my back garden.

 

Where Is The World?

Where is the world,

The world I so admire?

 

Is mother nature destined,

To the strain of Man's attire?

 

Could it be said,

We are in bed with Devil worship?

Should we remember,

Life is embers for us all on Earth?

 

Must it be for Earthship,

That its only course,

Is ownership by Man the Liar?

 

Cold Leaf

Cold leaf,

Brushing past my life,

Do you know,

I feel like you.


Floating to the ground,

Onto the flat ground,

To whither and die,

Not like the sun,

But as a leaf,

Stopped.

 

EARLY POEMS

CAPPED THOUGHTS

Capped thoughts

Brought to the table

Reserved ought

Capable of being taught

 

CARRY ON

Carry on

And say your piece

Don't shy away

From that release

 

But keep it short

'Cause all that

Extra stuff

Could so be nonsense

 

DARKNESS

Dark skies

Melody flies

Pensive dries

Words not

 

EXPERIENCE

Life

Long

Hard knocks

Done wrong

 

Felt deep

 

GAIN 1

Sacrifice is barely acceptable

Gains are not won

Merely sucked up

 

Hoovering becomes a habit

 

IN THE CROOKED HAND

In the crooked hand

Is Love and Life

 

The strictness of Age

Has become the Controller

 

The passing of Time

Gave birth to the Wonderer

 

In arrival comes a kind of Belief

But not the kind that brings Relief

 

IN TIME

As dawn breaks

The long lakes

Keep time

 

Flashing lights

Small sights

Mark the time

 

Brains come

And kill some

They see the time

 

NO TRUTH

Casual words

Like fallen birds

May be dead

When they hit the ground

With no truth

To make them live

 

PRIZES

Prizes are often forgotten

In the sea of misguided mirrors

All the sad winners

Thinner

 

Viewing their souls as lost

They would have seen the light before

But now ignore

 

Their prizes overlooked and dim is life

 

PROGRESS[1]

Forward motion

Counting scores

Scoreboards counting hordes

And hordes of scores

Counting for nought

Content having value

Makes for progress

But that value has to be

A value found in me

 

SAD HAPPY

Sad about the happy times

So is it really that bad

I could have had

A deprived life

And although I was deprived of much

I still had plenty

So that empty feeling is a fraud

 

SO THE PIER'S LONG

So the pier's long

But not so strong

Reaching through it's mist

It can't stay, wondering

Potentially floundering

 

Calmed down

It breaks away

It floats away

It wants not the shore

 

SOLD SOUL

The cold fold is bold

The knife cut through

While being told

 

The soul is sold

It comes to pass

The love is mould

 

THE CAUSE

Tempted

By polite

Enthusiasts

 

Called to a cause

I try not to delight

In self indulgence

 

In truth

There is the pure way

But what not to say?

 

DEAD SPARROW

Shot sparrow

Did you do it

With an arrow

Or was it spit

You did it with?

 

Some skill it takes

To take that sparrow

Down

Without a gun

 

But will you be the one

To take your sport

To that not yet alive?

 

DISRUPTIVE

Should we be the cloud

Being the shroud

Obscuring the loud voice?

 

Should the scream be tolerated

Is this choice complicated?

 

Wild noise

The cause is desperation

Piercing peaceful skies

Should we ignore this embarrassment

This disruption of our becalmed life?

 

Is this person treatable

Is their sky

The same colour as ours?

 

OTHERS

What of this world?

One of many?

Probably

 

Seeking proof?

One of many?

Definitely

 

Knowing other worlds?

One of many?

Maybe

 

Don't believe in others?

One of many?

Crazy

 

PROGRESS[2]

Some colour in the face

Makes the race

More vigorous

 

Needing progress

Come some time

Before death

Will it?

 

And colour born of anger

Know it not!

 

And colour born of effort

Care for it!

 

Then colour may make progress

Gladly colourful

And progress will colour you warmly

 

THE WHOLE VIEW

SAC BAROW

The purple coat,

Blends with intention

 

The puma’s crimson corneas,

Effervescing soulful invention

 

Sharp raises acute business,

Some say astuteness,

Is  automatic

 

Therefore Sac Barow is,

Competent.

He is the person that can,

And does.

He sees floods of balancing,

Has ideas,

Has emotion

 

Sac Barow,

Is the perfect lotion.

 

TRUTH FROM TIME

The length of time,

The efforts put together,

Higher values,

Watch them

 

Their truths,

Your truths,

The view of truth,

The whole view,

The right whole view,

Do not pretend

 

Realise,

Lies destroy

 

To build,

Is enjoyable

 

THE TREE

There is some,

Origination

 

The beginning,

May have taken,

Longer

 

Longer than the others,

Other parts add,

There are flows

 

Then larger,

Various things,

This network,

Carries

 

Information,

Can be gleaned

 

While the machine,

Works

 

Production sums life.

 

RUN

There is the view,

You look,

We should desire to see,

Could be,

You realize affection,

Observation,

Shows you more desire,

The view is of your picture,

Will we concentrate,

On increase,

We could look at our desire,

Does your picture,

Give you incomplete,

Should you believe,

In nothing more,

Perhaps some more,

Important fact,

Can stay in view,

Perhaps you should,

Believe in that,

See success.

You can retrieve,

Because you run

 

THE LIE

You are affectionate to me,

Since you are alive


Your affections will persist,

For the time you can be


When your denial of the truth,

Becomes that lie in my direction,

I shall use inflection showing this opinion


Call it mine,

For you to see,

You clearly must,

Have lied to me.

 

THE DIRECTION

I saw an idea,

The desire,

To be


I saw a need,

To speak


You should have heard,

Each word,

And had,

That bit more,

To comprehend


Instead,

The words you heard,

Comprised,

The bizarre class of lie,

Where,

The truth is masked,

By fact.

 

THE ODOUR OF REALITY

A person,

Creates an effort,

Born of,

Real affection,

The real design,

To search,

And find,

A real whole view


There is,

The desire to realize,

Facts as result,

From discovered views


There is,

The bunch of sums,

Affection,

Desire,

Importance,

Measure,

To see the real,

Amounts and be.

 

THE TRUE SELF IS OCCURRED INCREASE

Your real desire,

Will be a complete shine,

Therefore,

Enjoy,

Will add desire,

You should have variety,

Therefore,

Your realistic recipe,

Does provide,

The meal,

And called,

Pertinent,

Appropriate,

Value,

Therefore,

You will see,

Increase.

 

PHANTASY IS THEORY

You can see,

An idea


Do not rely,

On accident


You paint this theory,

Build the package,

Have that base,

That faces the facts,

Then calculate,

Potential,

The purpose,

Is,

To see only,

Enjoyed,

There should be,

Nothing destroyed,

Every thing is fine.

 

YOU SHOULD ACHIEVE

The real view,

Of achieve,

Exists enjoy


You could,

Waste your time,

Offer to argue


I shall perceive,

The results,

Of the belief


You should,

Want not,

Depressing versions,

Lying to yourself,

On the subject,

Of,

Success.

 

FORWARD

 

Inside you is a boat,

The boat called yourself


Pilot.

Affections are a type of seed,

Remain as seeds they will


Contribute the flames of desire they shall,

Views of potentials vary.

Not no results in yes,

The positive is process easier


Positive views,

Deliver joy


The positive view,

Is a most effective ploy.

Realize your desire to achieve,

Realize the facts that create joy


Produce what you can,

Produce the beneficial.

While you reckon,

You see,

A whole view


Consider,

The idea,

Of larger


The largest view of a logical system,

Makes for the truthful.

True,

Is part,

Of the path,

Of construction


There are parts,

Of the path,

Of construction,

Being needed facets


The goal,

Of the path,

Of construction,

Should be success


Destruction,

Is not part,

Of the path,

Of construction.

There are things,

In the world,

Called tools,

They will not be people


There are times,

In the world,

For rules,

They should not be wrong


There are waves,

In the world,

From pools,

They come from desire.

Use your tools,

For improvement


See yourself,

Be pertinent


Look outside,

Have merriment.

Success,

Is a view,

Yourself should see


Complete,

Is a goal,

Achieve should be


Attempt,

To achieve,

For good.

FUNDAMENTAL

FRAUD

You are steered away,

With your urge for false,

From your real life,

Deprived,

You get depressed


You see negative,

With your view of lack,

Come your less life,

Delivered,

You can depress


You should see your dream,

With your view of truth,

Frame your whole life,

Demand,

We should be good.

 

FREEDOM

While be yourself,

While be you free,

But really,

Add some law


While see your facts,

While see your aim,

So really,

Do some right.

 

JOY

Pollution,

Of the pond,

Where you,

Surrounded by joy,

Soak,

That pollution,

That negates,

The thing you need,

Destroys,

Then glad you are not,

So we must seek,

Joyful.

 

VARIETY

You will need,
The thing,
That is not there,
To stare at

You will need,
The scent,
That you can see,
For odour

You will need,
The joy,
That you should feel,
With the spark

You will need,
The life,
That has the more,
Of alter.