sketchbook

Sketch book

 

Sad look

You took

Everything

And left me

Freedom!!!!!

HIV+

HIV+

 

SEXLESS BRAIN

SUCKING THE IDEA

DEPROGRAMMED

TRYING TO BE NEAR

 THE NEED FOR SEED

THE FEAR OF FAMILY AND TRUST

TO SOLACE AND PROTECT THE DEED

DOING WHAT THEY THINK THEY MUST

FROM THE RAVAGES OF COMMON FEED

TO RETAIN THE LUST THAT LEADS TO AIDS

AND FADES LIKE SLAUGHTERED WEEDS. SPREADING

 

 

BRING ON THE CURE!!!

gravity

GRAVITY

 

Time to take attraction

Competing with the best

Wildest sense of satisfaction

Tricked to touch the rest

With energy to transfer

And send upon its way.

 

 

Meet up with it

Someday

 

Stray

Love.........

 

REMEMBER ME?

The Struggle

Is life merely struggle

 

 

There are too many people

Who will stop them?

Multiplying

How can I live here as a child

When everything I touch is wild.

Bewildered by its lust for life

Turned to echo love through strife.........

 

Is struggle life?

black poetry

Black poetry

 

Blank verse

Terse junk

Thick trunk

Sunk metaphor

Oozing creation

Dished up as art

For nothing other

Then wishing to be

In something different

Every time the hurt

Strikes up the past

To last as long as

It endures

The cures

Make vicious

The kind

Heaven is in the graveyard

 

Graveyard

 

Heaven has its cheap seats

One really ought to care

Where they place your body

And who you will be near

 

If you have no money  

And they chuck you in the ground

You might find dodgy people

Are living all around

 

But if they do not spare the cost

And bury you in style

I am sure that special kingdom

Will be closer to your smile

 

Please let me take my pride with me

“O Lord” I do beseech

Don’t leave me haggling like the rest

.............but simply out of reach

 

Perhaps the fire I should consume

To help me on my way

So all the little worms

Will leave me just the way

 

I want to be remembered.

erato

Slowly etched ground

Bitten by the acid

 

Drenched

 

Chorus line before the quiet

Scattered hounds of time

 

Pass the word

All is well

Everything

Is natural

 

Some more so

Others less

Love remains

Colourless

 

Metal grey cold mother

Children whisper from the distance

 

Blurt across the stream

Scream into obscenity

 

Rusty bell

Tinkle tell

Tell her .......

LAPTOP COMPUTER

Window on the world

Window in the world

 

Lappy 

Nappy

Make my life

Better without a wife

At this outrageous age

 

Cage and couple

Everything is supple

With your caress of purpose

 

Bracket

Gentle racket in the brain

Feeding me

Feeling my

Pain

Gain

Subdued domain

Mocking reign

and

Grateful closure

Whilst the living remain

Dreaming of people and pleasure

LOVE

Rhyme of passion              

 

Crime of fashion

 

Faceless mystery of balance

 

Her

moan

hormone

our home.

 

Give it.

 

Live it.

 

feel

 

 

steel your soul

 

back.................

"archive poetry 2" by Dennis Hammerschlag

FOUNTAIN PEN

 

 

THERE LIVED A PEN

WITHOUT A TOP FOR

SHE WAS NOT AT HOME

 

AND EVERY WHERE

THE PEN DID FLY

IT CALLED HER NAME

UNTIL IT RAN DRY

 

AND THEN DISCARDED

FOR YOU SEE

THAT PEN

WAS NOT

MUCH USE

TO ME

*     *     *     *     *

 

EXHIBITION

 

 

 

Pose for future references

In clearly painted ink

The dynamics of nature

Or the subtlety of stink

 

The subject closer

Closer still

Until it is touched

In blatant thrill

 

Immortality in fleshy ways

That distant maze of death

Becomes more real

More obstinate to seal

*     *     *     *     *

Echo

Echo

 

Echo

 

 

Echo

 

 

 

Echo

 

 

 

 

Echo

 

 

 

 

 

Echo

 

 

 

WHO DID SHOUT  ?

*     *     *     *     *

 

THE MISER

 

 

Because I do not worry about you

I cannot love you

 

Because I worry about you

Enough not to worry about you

 

I am trying to love you

 

Because I worry about you

I love you

 

Worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

*     *     *     *     *

 

SPACE

SPACE

MOVES

MOVES

 

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

 

SPACE

MOVES

MOVES

SPACE

 

MOVES

SPACE

SPACE

MOVES

 

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

 

MOVES

MOVES

SPACE

SPACE

*     *     *     *     *

 

SHRINE

 

 

A company of strangers

Marched slowly through

Deathly silent trouble

Formed to cure the few

 

Remaining strong holds

Deep individual desire

Energy in with fantasy

Belief before the fire

 

Drowning in the custom

Careful while the game

Fierce anagram of time

Learns to call my name

*     *     *     *     *

If all the sky

Were painted red

 

And people lived

Without a head

 

Would you still

Be mine in bed

*     *     *     *     *

Colours . . . . .

Perfection

Of the image

To us

Adorned with Light

expecting And revealing it.

 

 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Containing And sealing it

As our reality

When it is even off the spectrum . . . . . . . . . . .

*     *     *     *     *

 

 

 nuclear  waste

 

 

Nothing for

This life of wishing to be

In something different

Every time the hurt

Strikes up the past

To last as long as

It endures

The cures

Make vicious

The kind

 

*     *     *     *     *

 

 

Hors-d’ oeuvre

 

 

Grave

Gravy

Compost

Composite

The curfew

Of abundance

Like the gift

Without a name

Eclipses the social

Enterprise revising

The codes unloading

Procedure

To establish

Its metabolism

*     *     *     *     *

"archive poetry" by Dennis Hammerschlag

no matter........hard
what care........soft


they give........mirror
the waste.......street


its energy.......illusion
evaporates.....complete









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ANTICIPATION



down
up
swing
drop
catch
swing
grey
green
dip
blurred
slurred
squeak
rattle
loose
free
swing

maybe
the slide

no
still the swing

effortlessly
rhythmical

they are all stuck
except me
flying

time for

not yet
still
working

giddy
with
sky









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exquisitely lost
all found
free enterprise
embossed with words
my love for you
human zoo
and bait
candid curtains
and wait
if you will
until exercise
in open throated ease
does its duty well
and we can relate

but now I don't know
try another picture.








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Selective breeding
interbreeding
leading
to collective
motion receding
in favour of speciality
automatically without the tribe
losing their mention in books

remember this one
and how it looks
feeding
with those
hooks believing
and voting number one
its common strength violated only
by itself at length saturated

how they discarded
what now is known
as
precious
time immortal period
where we may be happy
loving every other person
as often as we live unguarenteed

and so limited they
must have been
hey !
here comes
the queen, me first

making love to heirachy
can we get any higher or lower now
that we are all the same company.









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London



Down by the river turps
just before the Tate
it led me quietly
to the order

then in through
late afternoon
to fete the gate

adjust the colour
muller the coarse
to force the finite

measure of this moist
malignance

flirts the canvass
abstract as childhood
enrapt while it should
bevy its potential
to succumb

would the main
but lift its maul
every drawl
would have its turn.







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