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Postby edwardkeenaghan » Sat Jun 17, 2006 2:21 pm

Primordial-From the beginningSo poised I stared and evil glared
Into my beckoning eyes
This equitable hate I have for you,
Tells truth not lies .

Who I talk about,
The hyenas know too well,
The lies spread trying to belittle me ,
Violin bow played a lament the wallah hyena fell.

On be-knownst;
I knew hysterical hyenas plan
Who has had the last laugh ?
I have; much to my demand

So shy was mise, an entwined dare
I could see hyenas path leading nowhere

I tracked the pack unaware of my fleshy scent,
Hiding and biding …
Temptation granted a flashback
Blushing image of shared boudoir in Kent

Nymph thou spoke “Awake and Arise”
The Hyena jokes and taunts ,never left me feeling bare
Even when hyena acted in surprise
They made and moulded one living nightmare scare

In Linnaean taxonomy
Hyenas phyla Kingdom commonness
With a loricifera and entopocta
No fossil record and a hermaphrodite

Days trying to embarrass one ,to spun a red cheery glow
A metier daily, seeing their tenacious method firsthand
To aggravate me more yet I come to soar and let blow
Never worked hyenas I have; much to my demand

None of the hyenas
Got wanted way,
And I feel sorry for the mammals now
Or do I ?With ones chilling dismay

Flesh eating cowards ,the filth of thy lair
My ire ,you thought I held ire
The pack of dogs in which you are
But look ,who’s sitting on the stature star

Did you hear the joke told by the prying faces?
About the one that looks like you
Walking through a glen seemed green in places
But deeper lay your false roots, damaged in few

A swirling arrows bow
Now hits your startling bruised side
You scatter ,thinking you knew it all and had me figured out
But now ,I tell truth not lies

The final blow came after truth being told
My mantis Truth hurts, not lies
And who shot the bow
I did you fools behind a stone in disguise
Soaked in eucalyptus oil ,the smell whence only grown
And by your neglected noses ,
Ended hyenas life
Withered primordial all alone

The Beauty Of Bun Doran

A seaside shore, In sun it shines
The surfers sooths the waking beach
Where beautiful bundoran sleeps to hide

Curious mountains of eminence
Overlooking towns radiance and song
And therein walks many an empathy one
Who yet forget what beauty they belong

Leaving a possessive mark on your soul and body
No pavements grey here, but the crowded den
Friendly coloured eyes, ever spirited from gravy train town
Each brick seen, Tells a story of solipsism tone
This town is at one, Captivating egoism own

Eldorado?, Eldorado? ,Eldorado?

Smiles found upon streets on every end
From the playground slide of east end
to that magical shore of surf and sand on west end

Cycles around main beach ,caught in the undertow palm
Through a tempest wave, a salmon leaps a glow
And the wind fell and there came a great calm

A town of spirit, smiles and soul
And for the lone wanderer or blind man passing by
Bundoran will make you whole
For beauty is beyond sight
Wholeness is found as one footprints stroll


She smelled of Rosemary
The scent of loves ghost
Her back arched, her beautiful hair
Caught the sunlight in coincidence almost

Resembled the art of shadow
Behind her I sat, In Fear
I was quiet
Because I was afraid to swing the bat

Would I be tempting my fate if we spoke
Or was it the shyness that took
The gasp of air I gathered in my voice matters
But nothing came through
I fell back to my senses like a unwanted shrew

Climbed back in my hole still admiring her beauty
And knowing that I would always be stuck
In gazers Duty

Maybe it is for the best
As the bell rang out
Climbed out momentarily
And let this emotion dwindle in drought

Her curvy figure hugged her like a blanket
Those eyes and smile, fascinated even me
I wondered was I only
A branch on oaks tree


The endogenous drip, drip, drip
Some louder than the others
Wanting the worlds fullest attention, centre staged request
A chiming cry for the lost mothers
To bring bloodshed final signature to our deaths quest

The noise ripples through equanimity ears,
Shedding a tear for lost years
Disregard and the being will befit blunder
greater than twilights thunder
Esoteric only who would understand

Emerging as annoyance,
Why does a droplet drip all of a sudden?
Is it lonely that its left water meadow

Each one is so different ,but yet the same…
How long will the forcemajeure last ,this drip, drip, drip?
The good a knocking ,the lost soul a dropping and the bad a falling
for the cold sink surface to claim…
And manages to meet family to form eternal bonds grip

After each drip , the righteous self fate lies
Where another journey will begin? Or end??
Whether below or summoned to the gaping blue skies

Water being absolute,
Always finding the land of glaze
Moving in rivers mysterious ways,
Yield ,Yield sssh
thy voice relates listening to me.
after twelve thoughts my friend says??
Bound to open ,thy rejoice awaits .

As Free as the honeybee ,
Possessing ones plea for platonic sea,
Glee listening to a sonnet with fixed rhyming scheme
and young Marie A child bobbing on daddy’s knee

A ambiguous drip tiredness.
Drip starts again but softer
Just their for you to know its their
The supreme power , where did thee form
Can be a beautiful waterfall ,yet deadly in a unimaginable storm


Laying unearthed on this barren field
Grass swallows my presence
Taking me and shaping me so
“Let my spirit free”
Dancing foreplay as it skims and touches my skin
A wanted star takes my eye
For a moment ,but then lost
Infinite maze of beauty

No name so far
A button pressed in time
Featuring nothing but the growing rhyme
For the waking day is a mere flower caught between stone
Holds tight while keeping fight
I hope to see the flower liberate in bloom
For many ideals in this clandestine forest is similar
To the unborn trapped bleeding, in mothers womb
Shines on my soft skin
My smell radiates the air and eyes forthright
At Parnassus' foot
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Postby edwardkeenaghan » Sat Jun 17, 2006 5:50 pm

last two lines of poem no name at all are last two lines of the field just got mixed up guys ,sorry :)
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Postby Saturn » Sat Jun 17, 2006 9:47 pm

No problem - next time could you keep the poems to maybe one or two a day - its all a bit much at the moment.

Don't flood us all in one go :shock:

And keep them in this section please. :wink:
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