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Hudson Duncan Roper


I am a math's tutor and studying a diploma of education in Wellington, New Zealand. I was previously a PhD candidate on a full scholarship at the University of Western Sydney,  Australia, but I dropped out and started writing poems about a year ago. I've studied the Bible, and enjoyed reading the lyrics of Bob Dylan and other poets in my spare time over the years. 


 


PRIMAL FEAR  

Two tired men met face to face
Only one removed his hat
One man feared he'd found dignity
The other, himself


OUTER SPACE (A LOOK IN)  

No-one can handle you
But if i find you
I will open you
Up to the possibility 
Of space.

For what is in the Sun
But a very slow death?


DEATH AT A FUNERAL  

Death a a funeral in a dry land
I hope you treat me kind I'm showing you my hand
When I see that living meet I come to understand
That its too late to wait until you learn to stand

Wise guys finish well before the start
Bad apples don't upset the applecart
Frozen leaves fall far from the tree
Love is an ocean waiting for tsunami

Pinnochio carries secrets buried with a pocketful of sand
Warriors poets plant their weeds they don't know where to stand
But a sea change cannot change my hand
Death at a funeral in a dry land


OUT CLAUSE LEFT UNSIGNED  

Rescued dusk betrayed by assassin’s guile
The honest tax collector smiles
To the calculated protestor down the isle
Who’ll pay them all back from behind?
Offices eagerly attacked, regretfully attached 
Looking for to blame I went and changed your name
But your seal still remains, out clause left unsigned

The worried child dismantling careful lies
Of scheming community’s self insurance, washed up tithes
Paying wise men, perceptively, suicidally terrorized
To summon diligence, but a waste of time?
Spirits dually tested fueling motives resurrected
Looking for to blame I went and changed your name
But your seal still remains, out clause left unsigned

Hope falls detrimental, to doors stuck, open wide
The crooked manager challenged, creatively survives
The granulated yolk of troubled troubadours, bought to criticize
What thinks the guilty suit in line?
Offices eagerly attacked, regretfully attached
Looking for to blame I went and changed your name
But your seal still remains, out clause left unsigned

The faithful ambassador falls to mischief to walk the line
Living like a child, reaching out for sage and thyme
While the wicked messenger buys good health, time out of mind
Charcoal gypsy undertakers sigh, “Hurry up please it’s time”
Spirits dually tested fueling motives resurrected
Looking for to blame I went and changed your name
But your seal still remains, out clause left unsigned

Reality and fame, swapped like coveted wives
Until princes kiss vagabonds to confide
Reforming underworlds fail to taste the slide
Of the alien’s earth to Iscariot’s wine.
Offices eagerly attacked, regretfully attached
Looking for to blame I went and changed your name
But your seal still remains, out clause left unsigned


IN THE THICK OF IT  

Jesus fell asleep at 7.06 on the subway
Travelling home, not so far away

The railroadmen started drinking up
All the passengers like wine
Sophisticated witches took the cup
Weeping everywhere but confined
Through the corridors of third class hotel 
Adolf Hitler filled myself with a bitter pill
Casting his democratic spells
Heralding the false prophet
Released just recently from gaol
¨What´s this talk bout global warming¨ he said
¨It´s freezing¨, then somehow lost his head

Inspectors with just one hand in their pants 
Accepting only the Davinci Code
Returned anything which was owed
But there was no one in the shadows
The seating arrangement was confused
The starving artist lost his license to review
Gazing out the window to regain his solitude
Swore he saw Jack the Ripper vomit in the sewer
On the waterfront beside a streetcar named desire
And Joan of Arc drowning at the edge of a lake of fire

The train followed the river as it got to the sea
Judas Priest betrayed by his gravity
Surrounded by Vandals dressed in straw hats and weeds
Understanding his only remaining need
While a Pope carried Isaac Newton on his knee
Nietchze declared ¨This is not my imagination¨
Fighting with the driver who still swears they��re second cousins
Escorting school children on their way to Calvary
The oblivious mathematician drew circles on the wall
Looking for a light, he changed his name to Saul

The factory girl took shelter from the reign?
Sweating poison filling up her unrequited game
The pedantic referee who got pulled up on the highway
Is shooting down on the wild things
Mistaking the Queen of Spades for the light of day
But neither did they give anything away
Dancing with she-wolves up and down the aisle
Whistles echoing through the silence of the green mile
Just for a second there was the promise of a smile

The well bridaled businessman lying where he began
On what was to be his final trip
Pleaded with the guards, he could hear a constant drip
The thin man folded his hands, he still doesn´t understand
His fingers finally dropped, he was better off in Van Deimens land
Watching hateful birds plundering profits of purple
And autographs of the man on the moon
While seafarers stood far off
Painting themselves tight into corners 
Hearing the voices of a bride and groom

Changes in the weather and incidents recalled
Photographs passed around of the writing on the wall
The conductor weary from the courthouse
Is a, selling thorns without a thistle or the rose
And suicide commanders cut down all the hose
While the prodigal son commissioned just to spend
Unaware he got on at the beginning and the end
The virgin mother’s cries heard between the cars
Fools rushed in where angels used to tread
No need to apologize, no one had just died
No sign of scars, the joker said ¨the back wheels need to be aligned¨

Jesus woke up, the train stopped suddenly 
No one else got up, he got off silently
Flashed the driver his passport and ticket
Smiling at fading signs at the gate 
Saying "old age is coming soon"
Knowing death was already out of room
A dog snarled, he disappeared into the thick of it


INTEGRATING INTEGRITY  

Futility framed
with f-words
Foiled in finity

Always I’ve been interested in people and things
But still, I don’t like to think of myself on these terms
As thick as thieves, I have a secret plan to end the War

The beats now culture on that which the Corinthians thrive
The executioners of October shall not pass
The twilight of the Gods surrounded by a glistening water
Dive

Danny scratched my eyes out
While I was a donkey in the jungle
And Lazarus, well read
I shall take my vengence
Upon the ruins of dignity’s Australis
Recovering the waterfront
with a blackboard. Scream!

Imagine the unknown clay
and you, are
Halfway there


 

 

 

 

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