Half past deliverance ~

Half past deliverance ~

A Poem by Frieda P
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_wicked nightmares, perhaps_

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Where the moon sets
     and crimson darkly rises,
living color in helter-skelter
      dreaded dreamscapes 
deafening core truths are pitted,
  inflamed hideous creatures
show their true nature's twist, 
posh ghosts reintegrate from dust
  reenacting on frosty terrain's 
     biting master plan scenario, 
haunting reverberation's, escort 
  splintered runaway strangers
     to have their own way
       free falling from the skies,
startled shortwave shocks 
   half past deliverance's aberrations 
            never to be assuaged
    in smoke and mirrors evocation, 
wounded eyes blink circumstance
      whilst incriminating prisoners
      strike as chord's regrets
          locked under surveillance,
appeased at the gates 
    of bloody damnation's incrimination
 reality's dawning light wavers subdued,
burbles of denial's bubbles popping
    fractured in existing frailty
    breathes contentment 
       in wakes allayed suspicions,
             daybreak filters on chance sanity 

© 2014 Frieda P


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Frieda P

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" runaway strangers
to have their own way
free falling from the skies" - wonderful line! Love what it says and the flow.

You and Kubla have such similar styles, was this a coincidence or do you inspire each other haha.

Lots of good sinister imagery. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Frontier, I didn't think so but many people have said, that's quite the compliment si.. read more



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those filters get clogged up and skewed with time, and that chance sanity becomes more distant of a possibility it seems like sometimes... another well done piece ma'am.. never heard this song.. makes it more haunting...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks muchly April, jazz'd you enjoyed.
We dream what we think, that is stored in our sub-conscious mind and all these imagery are part of it. This shows a gloomy side of yours, nightmare, perhaps.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Nightmares into daymares perhaps....thanks Mayank.
I felt caught on another plane until the sun rose and made me feel safe again. Our existence is surreal our pain so real and our joy so fleeting. I think it is why I like Iceland with its 24 hours of sun in the summer, perhaps I could drink coffee all day and keep the ghosties and bogarts at bay.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Sounds like a plan, I'm ready, call me...
Such wording here leaves me in awe...breathless actually...for as much darkness gasps within this, light breathes with double strength...you are one talented soul xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You humble me with your kind words Poppy, thanks so much beautiful lady. xo
// biting master plan scenario,
haunting reverberation's, escort
splintered runaway strangers
to have their own way
free falling from the skies, //

Your imagery is gorgeous Frieda. Really, you have taken me into a whole other world with this one, the wording and imagery is spot on and poetic techniques are on point - as always. Really, I am your number one fan, this is out of this world...xoxo

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Awh you're a sweetheart noodlebumble, thanks so much. xo
s y e

10 Years Ago

Featured! I haven't been your featured in yonks!!! Wahooo!!!xo
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Yay...'yonks' ha love that! :) xo
This has a persistent gloomy touch to it.
The flow and structuring is good and even.

Good write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks for reading Stonz....
Gloom is blooming again on your castle but still looks magnificent. Going through your poetry is always like maneuvering through clouds, right now they are darker ones. It means it will rain soon and the sun will shine again.


Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Castles in the clouds, you got it in one Avinash. :)
you can tell it`s getting close to haloween with this ghostly write

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

BOO...thanks so much Ron.
Smoke and mirrors...
It seems like this dream is mirroring reality in many ways.
Beautifully penned. posh ghosts... I really like that. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

If you have to deal with ghosts, they better be posh. ;)
a nocturnal receptacle to careen my half empty being spilled over the edge, bubonic bottled in the cutlery of one with scars...good piece

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You have a way of saying things that's just so poetically perfect...own it!
writing mojo

10 Years Ago

sensitive has many meanings
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

True but you can't have a name like mojo, and not possess any...

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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