The Clothes On Fire
The hit
The mop
The broken bottle top
The lift
The tyre
The clothes on fire
The crane
The news
The alarm button snooze
The twitch
The dolly
The wind beaten brolly
The fight
The brain
The broken window pane
The sneeze
The fleas
The two dirty knees
The knock
The hole
The person on the dole
The hat
The nit
Surely this is it
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Author: Sam Freek
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Friday, June 07, 2019
Shiggled With A Wiggle - Surreal POetry
Shiggled With A Wiggle
This is clearly not the time nor the place
I fastened my seat belt up as my umbra was overwhelming me
I declared never to leave the cold water tap running again
The worm hotel held all the wrong answers in the lobby
People help you on their terms or you become an inconvenience said the no mark
Slid sideways into the buildings where rules were made
Thought a cross on a piece of paper would make a difference
Found a safe place and shiggled with a wiggle
An annoying squeak came from an out of date trifle
Over to the right my face grew tired and produced a stop sign from the left ear
Nobody moved for 17 seconds
I had collected clouds since I was 15 years old
A man moaned a lot about his fake illness
All the fun of the fair was painted dark purple
As I searched you appeared but I needed silence
Trailing sparkling patterns fill my view
It's never the same said Mark
Not comfortable I iron out the creases in my forehead
The cranium oil spill arrived by boat
I've never heard that song before
I repeat
I've never
I forget
In between reality and la la land is a place called uncertainty with 200 million inhabitants
I ran down the hill until I ran out of hill
I found it later
Then lost it
Finally
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Author: Sam Freek
This is clearly not the time nor the place
I fastened my seat belt up as my umbra was overwhelming me
I declared never to leave the cold water tap running again
The worm hotel held all the wrong answers in the lobby
People help you on their terms or you become an inconvenience said the no mark
Slid sideways into the buildings where rules were made
Thought a cross on a piece of paper would make a difference
Found a safe place and shiggled with a wiggle
An annoying squeak came from an out of date trifle
Over to the right my face grew tired and produced a stop sign from the left ear
Nobody moved for 17 seconds
I had collected clouds since I was 15 years old
A man moaned a lot about his fake illness
All the fun of the fair was painted dark purple
As I searched you appeared but I needed silence
Trailing sparkling patterns fill my view
It's never the same said Mark
Not comfortable I iron out the creases in my forehead
The cranium oil spill arrived by boat
I've never heard that song before
I repeat
I've never
I forget
In between reality and la la land is a place called uncertainty with 200 million inhabitants
I ran down the hill until I ran out of hill
I found it later
Then lost it
Finally
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Author: Sam Freek
Wednesday, June 05, 2019
Talk Like A Pirate - Surreal Poetry by Sam Freek
Talk Like A Pirate
I regressed through my mind at full speed accumulating tumbleweeds
Blue access points materialised from within concrete plains
Two men with purple fuzz tops made an untimely appearance
I breathed in to show you a connection
I breathed out to dispense an uncontrollable desire to talk like a pirate
The authenticity of the whole shebang remained unclear
Your obsession became evident as you constantly watched trash on a loop
Its a lot less beautiful now I'm living on the flip side of life
I breathed in to show you a connection
I breathed out to dispense an uncontrollable desire to talk like a pirate
Too much was going on so I emptied the zone
Battery levels reached an all time low
Red lights, unknown music with a frantic search as I stepped back in time
I breathed in to show you a connection
I breathed out to dispense an uncontrollable desire to talk like a pirate
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Author: Sam Freek
I regressed through my mind at full speed accumulating tumbleweeds
Blue access points materialised from within concrete plains
Two men with purple fuzz tops made an untimely appearance
I breathed in to show you a connection
I breathed out to dispense an uncontrollable desire to talk like a pirate
The authenticity of the whole shebang remained unclear
Your obsession became evident as you constantly watched trash on a loop
Its a lot less beautiful now I'm living on the flip side of life
I breathed in to show you a connection
I breathed out to dispense an uncontrollable desire to talk like a pirate
Too much was going on so I emptied the zone
Battery levels reached an all time low
Red lights, unknown music with a frantic search as I stepped back in time
I breathed in to show you a connection
I breathed out to dispense an uncontrollable desire to talk like a pirate
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Author: Sam Freek
The Jelly Phone - POetry by Sam Freek
The Jelly Phone
I didn't leap out of bed that morning
I stirred an empty cup with an empty gaze
The jelly phone rang with wobbles
Wobble, wobble, wobble, wobble
I never answer before the 4th wobble, it's rude
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Author: Sam Freek
I didn't leap out of bed that morning
I stirred an empty cup with an empty gaze
The jelly phone rang with wobbles
Wobble, wobble, wobble, wobble
I never answer before the 4th wobble, it's rude
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Author: Sam Freek
Squash Ball Feet - Surreal Poetry by Freek
Squash Ball Feet
She squeeked when she walked
She had squash ball feet
She spoke backwards when she talked
She had squash ball feet
She smoked cigars through her nose
She had squash ball feet
She often wished that she had toes
She had squash ball feet
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She squeeked when she walked
She had squash ball feet
She spoke backwards when she talked
She had squash ball feet
She smoked cigars through her nose
She had squash ball feet
She often wished that she had toes
She had squash ball feet
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Author: Sam Freek
Tuesday, June 04, 2019
Flat Lined - Surreal Poetry by Freek
Flat Lined
I treaded carefully
Slowly brushing past
Our breathing unified
The outpour became intense
A sudden surge
Then a release
Finally the brain flat lined before an open expanse
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I treaded carefully
Slowly brushing past
Our breathing unified
The outpour became intense
A sudden surge
Then a release
Finally the brain flat lined before an open expanse
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Author: Sam Freek