WELCOME TO THE POETRY OF OLIVER BEALE

STEAMPUNK POETRY5

Poetry #5

My love sits in a room

Besides herself

Scratching her head

She is so lonely.

So, I am leaving you all

I will survive

The stagnant waters

To my lips I drink

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OVERCOMING LIFE

I am sailing away

Down the river

I see rats along side

My raft

With the flow of the current

The end of the river

The drop off into nothingness

Lighter than air

My body assends

To the clouds. The sun is beautiful from here.

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DAVID HURBERT LAWRENCE

A furtile field

On a journey, I go

Oranges rot on the green hills

And cantaloupe collapse

Under the weight of my

Fleshy palm

And creamy Sunday mountains

And a cherry summit

The starry universe – the milky way

A tavern

A piano plays

While a girl sings

And I collapse, exhausted

With a lot on my mind Into a chair.

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COMMUNICATING

The wind carries your voice

Across the sea

My door blows open

Without a key

And fall the leaves

Blow from the trees

This is how distant The damned can be.

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SUICIDE KINS

An elderly woman sits alone

But she smiles at her friend dementia

Outside a bald man beg for change

His words seem innocent

But he looks at little children With sin