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A Collection of Poems from the Poetic Warrior

Soon

We are out of ideas with as humans can we suggest a change before it is too late and that could be soon, even perhaps tomorrow sooner, it has to be sooner than you can think.  Maybe we’ll start with those three crafts that have been lurking in plain sight for a few days now I was told that they have the answers if only they would come down What’s hidden by them to obscure the truth, I am suspicious if it is an experiment I cannot quite see it and it may never happen I’m talking Aliens are we stressing them out just let them come, for they are already here, they look like us and we look like them hush our governments know, that is the truth hidden.

Aunt Agatha’s Painting

The scrap man, he is not as he appears, this is more than you’ll ever know, blink and I would miss the fact he has me in a trance.  You’ll never know it’s him you have just talked to, nor will I ever realize he has just taken Aunt Agatha’s expensive painting into the back of his van until it was too late, he had me under hypnosis honestly, as he gave me twenty for the pic. I am under the influence honest I am, here scrap man what about this nice Victorian chair, yea see he has me in a trance again…

New Landscape

The new landscape is ready my people must go they have been waiting a long long time tuned to peace, and their radio station is on. The promised land is nigh the prayers have worked. War is no more the new story begins and fire and rage are dying that day is done only one more night of serious clouds and then we start again the circuit breaker worked I know of this, I link into the cosmos.

Big Laugh

The big laugh that came out of nowhere ah the meaning of life oh yes it was getting too much my brain fogged it is getting too much, what was I to do capitulate and crawl to the deadly corner and die oh hell. What should I do the grim reaper came upon me, and I just burst into a happy laugh through a big conduit in the mind nothing dam well-mattered monster joy well let me tell that is welcome anytime, by the way, was that Jesus telling me not to worry

I Knew It

Yes it is anonymous I knew it all along that is its name, it carries on as if it is not noticed. It never did stand out and moves silently amongst us, you may ask what is this I would have to tell you it is what you wondered for I have to inform you it is God he is currently sat on a park bench only a few know.

All In It

Toward a reckoning we go in the spirit of all we do our karma is being calculated, and the next direction is nigh. We must prepare who will now pick us up when we fail or fall and stop us. Before gravity finalized our flawed time in the moving kinetic known world remember energies are dead they keep moving and changing all other life.

Alien Lodge

Alien Lodge care home is a place where we get closer to the truth, what’s it all about you’ll soon find out. Look, Fred, there’s a flying saucer coming, look out Doris prepare the kitchen table that’s where it is landing, we are short of space gestured the tiny Alien. “Frank!” I scream, get the nanobots ready “Dick, turn those bloody Christmas lights on this is for real.” And tap the table three times because the truth is out there, main corridor seventh door to the left open it gently folks

Plug In

We are ready plug in be eternal never die the greater vision beyond the skies above the beyondness of all that is known the mystery that is wonderful will it happen shall we close our eyes to see

 

 

 

Another Tub Thumping Poetry Round Up

Our Father

Our father we’ve been trying to find you in heaven, but so far we’ve had no luck waiting for
the cloud on the left till it passes by, but nothing happened. I got my brother to shout but you took no notice. He said to me “you must be seeing things and by the way say hello I’ve been dying to meet him, why did it take so long Amen.”

New to the Garden

New to the garden here is the cat in your Disney moment, sitting calmly he approaches, he doesn’t talk but the eyes are doing a good job. Shall I be nice to you today I shall soon find out. Well an answer short and not so sweet came along he put his paws around my leg demanding that I shouldn’t move without speech. A cats idea of control at a glance well I can’t do that I’d be powerful if I could sigh to the wilderness.

The Swallows Defender

I am the swallows defender for the cat is around sitting sprawled upon the ground eyeing the solitary swallow. The birdie frets to be back in the nest  where chicks wait, the swallow sits upon an old electrical wire and stares me out, I say hello there’s not a lot I can do. Meanwhile the cat waits but alas in vain no chicks falling today. However a plate full of dry food comes along happy kitty, the swallow thanks me with a wink, or is it my can of Eight Ace cider that causes me to see birds speaking.

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Forget

Forget and see what there is today, look to the horizon. Build in your mind anew, forget the dead and gone. It will serve you not, we are called by cold dark histories. When there is air now and things to see and do cast of the mind shackles, shake off the dust, walk, breath, pray. All the way. The change will come but only the will. Your will can change anything.

Nevis the Spider

The rise of Nevis the spider suckered in my room and a storm was revealing itself outside the twinkle and spangle of facets. Before I fixated was I, to the point of no movement the Tiffy bedside lamp casting a shadow or two in the chamber of the shadowed shack, but then along came Nevis the spider mini monster with all his legs. Six of the most versatile, the climbing small mountaineer on a mission in my room.  Very slowly Nevis crept along like a professional burglar obsessed I thought I was clever until I observed Nevis the spider. I hope he found his way home with his Alien eyes to the coving corner in my winter room and into his safety net of micro steel web, a clever fortress of minute complexity.

Come In

Come in, take your clothes off there are no flies on us, brush everything away all this as the sun rises, sit down say a woman you cannot stand there, it’s not easy I promise we aren’t taking a rise from your presence. You have come here to disown yourself. I see the hairs upon your back rising, yes the world is in a pickle and as you are now nothing it will clearly stick upon your person, we have unity here in our vulnerable state, we suggest all leaders of the world be the same as us in one room then at least we can all laugh at how absurd we all are.

Cosmic Masters

Cosmic masters to earth control, the bricks are down, the great leveling has begun. Since the dawn of time property had been the demarcation of division between all people coupled with complicated religions. Control death and destruction steer the course of a link in the mind of man. A part of man’s mind required alteration for the vacant mind of man had caught the attention of the creator an energy cube far in the universe. It was time for change upon our known own falsities upon earth unable to tolerate one another. People had run amock greed being the priority that was all humans could think of, politicians had diseased collective mind protecting their forever land, an impervious mindset setting mere mortals minds into rage and hate. Status reproducing and fornication are the only damaging hobby body art becomes status and vanity explode. Cosmic intervention had become necessary so this leveling had to be, became known as the cosmic evaluation of people by the great master. Adepts upon earth had to breathe once more.

The Neutral Blanket

The neutral blanket that was the day when all the days crammed into one and they collided, time had been running so fast, it was as if time itself was running away. But to what destination the period in time seemed to be rushing to a conclusion. There was to be an intervention but it would not be of this world it had to come from another, I watched the sand timer from my chair with a fire blazing and wood crackling. Flames of personalities dancing shapes, visions, horrors, all in the mix tortured spirits too many to count shapeshifting in front of my hooded eyelids, I concluded that civilization which it is now had to go to sleep and depart its ugly history and upon the time of the morrow refreshing warm breezes would come and harmony with her friend peace would join in unity.

I Am Table

Lots of recycling going on as it happens thought about recycling myself wondered what would happen, first of all, I have to destroy myself and be broken into bits, an old friend dragged me to be remade but not sure how it would come out apparently I am now the first talking dining table I can even move ready for tea, how about that.

Sandpaper

Sandpaper upon granite, that’s where we are, the walls we cannot penetrate all too often at humanity’s loss. So many poor smashed against the wall absorbed in eternal soil lost under the plough, coming out as something else and the cold castles of pomp and indifference still stand on the militant ground leaving the meek and lonely sad, tell me where is the benevolent energy. God or is it eternity that rises and falls and the rest forever a timeless sea of peace.

Once Upon

Once upon a long time ago, we had a life, we had a show, we were in it we were there. The sun came out for the day we sat up without a thought and often just walked away. Now we are held down not able to move there is control the coercion of the evils, presents as a magnetic force nearly down to the last human. A few escaped but fear for their lives and some indeed live underground and can secretly walk to another world leaving all others behind.

 

 

Poems Galore from the Warrior of Poetry

Heavy

Heavy upon my mind, a planet passes through in a phase. It’s over, the moment gone of fear. I now have no fear lifted away into the cosmic abyss. For I’m on the other world I’m in the hinterland, a spec upon the horizon. In yonder land as is often said. I tried to cling onto the old but each time I was there I knew I was leaving for the spirit had flown and, nothing connected. Turkers Wood my home of residence was floating away, our small island was detached and all our memories locked. Did this happen, was I there and who own this world is there any treasure buried in the soil.

Language

Language, in the texture of a sky, so vast not to read but to feel. It’s too far away to care too remote to fathom. That word is for the deep but not for the cosmos. Draw from the atmospheric platform what you desire, for it is probably the cosmic mind that calls too you.

Loose Yourself

Loose yourself feel the wind through the tunnel of transformation, beyond the new future is coming you are going to be lost at times in the unknown, what will you find I see a mother craft on a mountain side it assesses my approaching speed and estimates my threat, that is the charging vortex of me, but it is over. I am now inside, I am told I am now wanted upon Mars, and so to Mars I go onwards is the rallying call.

Dark is the Night

Dark is the night I’m in groove for flight, soon I go, I blow. I’m gone, trajectory unknown. But I land, I get out. It is warm, I walk, I await. The greeting, the acceptance. A new friend, I do believe it is an alien who approaches from yonder ridge here on another planet.

Too Much Love

Too much to love, but I don’t know how is it a secret. That I should never find or has it always been in plain sight. But afraid of the now life is not so long and the embers are trailing and barely warm. I struggle as if I’ve missed the point, was it the only saving grace we posses, above all else or have we missed this tingle inside.

 

 

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