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I'm clearly your muse, Archie.
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Again and Again
Put your X in the box No not that one ! Now look what you’ve done A five year re-run So you like killing foxes And you’ll never need welfare Well bully for you Cos for some it’s a nightmare Still, you can buy a few shares In the new NHS And when the stocks crash Hope that your prayers Have the power of healing As that’s all that you’ll get Unless you got lucky And haven’t got debt So sod all the slackers Be glad you are Right Sleep sound in your beds As you’ve given a green light To those that shout ME ME ! |
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^^ Brilliantly done bb. We lost.
![]() Greater Than Zero (an experiment in sequential alphabeticism). Awed by awful awesomeness Blinded by big bloody mess Captured clean caressing dress Divisive dream, but I digress. Eventually erasure eases Final fiction firmly freezes Growing that which greatly greases Helps heal holes whatever he says. I intend industriously jokingly and jarringly as kindly and as knowledgeably. To love learn likeability. My motive may make many mad No nonsense. Narrative so sad Opinionated? Obviously. Perfect person? Probably. ![]() Quick! Quote me quietly, randomly, respectably, subjectively and Superemely. My testament so time(align)ly. Unless.. Using utterly unknowns to verify vocations bones will wipe away wild whitterings? Exclude all exciting things. You think my poem's nearly done? Zero is where I begun. |
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Too late to edit, but the moral of that last one is 'make rules if you like, but make them bendable'. It's the best way, given less than full understanding.
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Thanks Archiver
No doubt I'll rally in a day or two. I had to tone that one down a bit before I posted it. The original was very cathartic I love your poem above . Nothing wrong with being opinionated , as long as it's the same opinion as mine of course ![]() Your poems are so thought provoking. I hope you keep writing them for some time yet . I would miss them . |
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** thanks again bb. Well oiled again I blame. It lifts, but shortens, so in case I don't get back to you - have a great one.
![]() Big high fives to scottie2121 and all who venture here. Vive la différence! |
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Again and Again
Put your X in the box No not that one ! Now look what you’ve done A five year re-run So you like killing foxes And you’ll never need welfare Well bully for you Cos for some it’s a nightmare Still, you can buy a few shares In the new NHS And when the stocks crash Hope that your prayers Have the power of healing As that’s all that you’ll get Unless you got lucky And haven’t got debt So sod all the slackers Be glad you are Right Sleep sound in your beds As you’ve given a green light To those that shout ME ME ! Great stuff belly button. |
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^^ Brilliantly done bb. We lost.
![]() Greater Than Zero (an experiment in sequential alphabeticism). Awed by awful awesomeness Blinded by big bloody mess Captured clean caressing dress Divisive dream, but I digress. Eventually erasure eases Final fiction firmly freezes Growing that which greatly greases Helps heal holes whatever he says. I intend industriously jokingly and jarringly as kindly and as knowledgeably. To love learn likeability. My motive may make many mad No nonsense. Narrative so sad Opinionated? Obviously. Perfect person? Probably. ![]() Quick! Quote me quietly, randomly, respectably, subjectively and Superemely. My testament so time(align)ly. Unless.. Using utterly unknowns to verify vocations bones will wipe away wild whitterings? Exclude all exciting things. You think my poem's nearly done? Zero is where I begun. |
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This is my latest poem. Its a bit melodramatic but oh well, pretty much more of the same, I guess thats whats whirling around my head at the moment(?!) *shrug* I'm not sure if it works but I spent a fair while working on it and I think this is as good as I can get it to be.
The Inner Bully by IzzyS. While the blood keeps dutifully flowing, breathing begrudgingly rising and falling, the mind forevermore keeps wondering, yet not knowing, pondering - wishing and hoping, questioning - what is next to come? what will be? will there ever be a change to anything?. Each day presents a new chance, or so they say, to wipe the slate clean, get up and try again but try what? every day is simply more of the same surely, one more day after one more day?. So it can feel, so you deem it to be, the same in so many ways, worries, habits, wishes, hopes and fears, the question is - when will I take control?. 'But I don't feel I can', the voice inside complains weakily, 'I can't stomach ridicule', the dialogue continues, '...and failures are inner disasters from which you may never fully recover.' This is the way I tend to be and I imagine I'm not alone - internally, I suppose im protecting myself from becoming a fool, but yet the truth lurks nearby, silenced but ever present, like an untouched tool, gleaming, asking to be used, yet my doubts over-power me. you'll never be fully happy if you don't risk getting out there, it is for your own good you break through, open up, take but the smallest of risks, so the truth moans, patience running thin. The head feels so very disillusioned, frustration and disappointment annoyingly rule supreme but I just can't grasp the courage, to let down my hair, reveal more of how I think and what im like, to speak out, take risks, try new things, socialise and find my place, where I truly belong, wherever that may be. Mockery frightens me so and that is a powerful fear, the wish to protect yourself from things you don't want to hear, ultimately meaning your letting yourself down - and why? because of the 'what if's?' that may not even have been, its so frustrating, I could cry. If nothing changes, I'm simply left, to deal with disappointments, frustrations, introversion and all manner of routine humdrum-ness. So I suppose as much as I complain things may never change, its ultimately me and my over-cautiousness that lets me down, I must try not to listen to that inner voice so much, and do what comes to mind more; then perhaps a new sense of freedom will occur... and days might be relished more emphatically, opportunities truly grasped! hope and determination may take over at last! If I can attempt to make this change, I beckon all similar to follow suit, as you never know what may be - the mockeries, judgements, criticism we may be so very scared of, may not even end up being, the fear of such being the bigger bully overall, and life may be much happier with a stronger feeling of contentment being the ever breathing, ever living person we are. A person not afraid to open up, if but briefly and make peace with themselves. |
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A Waltzing
So here we go the carousel what a lark must be had has time flown near to charade come a waltzing my dear love |
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Thoughts by IzzyS.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts,
constantly, never ending, churning, ever present, ever critical, ever wondering, what am I doing? where am I headed? what am I not seeing and moreso why do I feel this way? This constant unsettling sensation, I should be doing something else, somewhere else, living a life I do not yet have. Oh how the mind wanders, if you let it, so many quiet whispers can be heard leaving you questioning, critical, frustrated, feeling unsure - what is right for me? do people think what I think they think? where do I go from here? My stomach flutters, all I know is I don't know the answers, this unsure line of questioning is baffling indeed. Perhaps its best, to not question not feel sad for the disappointment you feel somehow obliged to carry, instead accept, hope your wrong and console yourself, one day those criticisms you think may be proven utterly wrong. |
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So clever-wish I could write like this. Izzy and musty can do this too, I love it, I can only do daft Pam Ayres stylee and that's hit and miss.
![]() My latest: Concerning Learning. Promoting spiritual lies like, you know no one really dies, provides the big smiley thumb. prepares the child for what's to come. Never knowing what to believe Never ending means to deceive Ways to think you're greater than your neighbour of that other clan. Education has much to learn. Information of prime concern, not spiritual enlightenment. I'm writing to the government. No wait! It's a conspiracy! No a sublime deficiency A major stumbling block trying to beat the clock. Wait! Just what is the hurry? Surely no need to worry. God won't mind, if He's there, if we learn to be fair. No place for spirits in our schools. They are the preserve of fools. |
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On Getting On.
Always think twice before being nice. It's rudimentary to be rude and essential to be crude. You can smell worse than dung. Just say you're highly strung. You can shout "In my day only one shade of grey." You can moan about the pills and how you always feel chills. Your certainty is strong that everyone else is wrong. Your demeanour is quite shaky and everywhere is achy. You're never in the mood for their offerings of food. It always tastes like shite because no one can cook right. Give them an earful if they try to make you cheerful, or a piece of your mind if you're feeling unkind. Because soon you'll be gone. No more to put upon.
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A choice between human fear of death or mouse oblivion.
Be Mice or Men Little mice in the hay field what are you musing Do you wonder about meaning and fear of life losing. When you find a corn's ear do you imagine prosperity As you nibble on chaff do you ponder posterity Probably not clarity. Little people driving combines I know what you’re musing You're trying to find reason , it’s all so confusing. The corns not enough, you want to make flour Simple to complex is using each hour. Probably power. See mice in the hay fields know they’re life short No hour to waste baking , no time to extort. It’s there in each moment just being to exist No knowledge of ending, no death waiting list. Probably subsist. Does it seem so idyllic the mind of a mouse No worry of ending, no grinding mill house. Would you then change places with little Tom Tit Swap a life in a hay field for the human remit. Probably unfit. Two mouse years of freedom with no worry of dying Or aged mans eighty and end not denying. If your choice is the latter than it’s best to accept Time gifts us reflection, human minds can regret. Inevitably fret. The End. |
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Enough Said.
For this day's lesson.. how to begin.. A major confession of ultimate sin? With vivid description in great detail? Or a livid expression of how you fail? Or oceans of kindness placed on a whim? Or devotional blindness, though chances are slim that the meaning of life is a paltry affair, have you seen how many stars up there? I'd like to say something deeper than this. Something you really would not want to miss. A phrase to take with you wherever you go. Something you'd want your children to know, but it always comes out like a bit of a joke. The ramblings of some old bloke. All pitiful and sad to see. So, I guess, that's all from me.
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How To Be Free.
Extra! Extra! We want more! We're the ones you're working for. Grab your partners by the hand and make submit to our demand. Feed me. Feed all the needy. We are nice, but very greedy. Give us all your daily bread. You can eat rice instead. Catch me with a huge TV? I won it on the lottery. Envious of my trainers? Copious complainers. What you need is more compassion. You got much more than your rashion. Time to share your stuff with me. Then; perhaps you will be free. Think of the less fortunate while looking at the hoard you glut- onous stasher of wondrous things. Before the fat lady sings, let's get together for my good. Life would be ace, if you would. |
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Lost Reason.
Do you love me yet? May I expect a nod or a wink for what I think? Were my words outrageous? My rhymes not courageous enough for today? I just wanted to play. Should I up the ante? Surreptitiously plant a device in your dreams? I don't have the means. No time to explain the growing pain. No place to face my own disgrace. No reason for rhyme any more. |
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Lost Reason.
No reason for rhyme any more.
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Autopsy
Take the scalpel and make a single incision from throat to crotch. Then part the flesh – fists grasping the severed edges, and, with a slight, sticky, tearing sound open the two envelope flaps of skin to reveal the soft, messy workings of the corpse Ok . . . you say you have a broken heart. The white ribs show no signs of trauma, no attempt at resuscitation . . . so crack the cage and peer in . . . My eyes morbidly wander through the history of growth and decay. The answer is here . . . somewhere. All I have to do is search with cold objectivity. Your bloodless heart, dried shrivelled, ever so slightly cracked, is not broken, (you always exaggerated) so I’ll suck comfort from that. The congealed rest looks merely arrested, paused by the drama of it all. I’m back at ease and rest from you. So . . . where is the crack in my heart? The blood in my tears? The numb disbelief? My heart should be hard as bone set in the knowledge of my righteousness. So why do I hurt so much . . . |
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If I buy you a pair of red shoes
Will you dance for me? If I buy you a pair of golden sandals Will you dance beside the sea? If I buy you a pair of silver boots Will you travel the world with me? If I buy you a pair of white slippers Will you marry me? Buy me a pair of red shoes, And I will dance for you. Buy me a pair of golden sandals, And I’ll dance by the sea of blue. Buy me a pair of silver boots, I’ll travel the world with you. And if you buy me a pair of white slippers Then I will marry you. |
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^^ Utterly superb scottie. Thanks.
Snapshot. Perfect image in high resolution Full detail, but no solution Climate changing with the wind Mankind doomed however spinned. Can't dare express the worst of it Why share depression's worthless pit when all I need is a sunny day and friends coming out to play. Shall DS poets meet again? With so much left to explain So much anger, so much pain A funny way to complain. How strange we are so far apart but sing together for our art. |
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Scottie, 'Autopsy' has staggering visual impact. Brilliantly written.
Countering Horror Won’t look at ripping , seen too much sanguine dripping, Need light with passion, not corpse that's ashen. Sew up the slashes, wash off thrash splashes Exposing innards, stop looking inwards. Spiral sky-high makes a wise guy. Stars perspective not introspective. Pain drags sapping with guttural trapping, Blinds all thrilling, merciless mind killing. Tenth floor imagination over basement aberration. Soar not gut crawl, smashing, crashing cell wall. Take asphyxiation or breathing actualisation . Damn those hells, dance with bluebells Take love from them, let's fly again. Yes, 'are men'. |
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What Do You Write? by IzzyS
What do you write
when the words dont come? thinking, hoping, dreaming of inspiration to arrive, in the form of words, phrases, statements, exclamations! The possbilities are numerous - journeys to be imagined, described in vividness, your only limit is your mind. I admit, sometimes I wonder how to bring across that which is felt, all thats contained within, emotions, imagination, fear and excitement, love and hate. The little quirks of life which are appreciated so much, yet could easily be ignored and the moments that upset, changing everything in an instant. Dread, fear and concern, stopping us in our tracks, they can not be seen as such but boy can they be felt!. What is obvious and to me, real, may not be to you, so I try my best, to say things how I believe them to be, convey how I feel, put my life across with plenty of zeal. So as I say, words are a gateway, if expressed correctly, poems can help you see, life from anothers perspective, how things may be, to someone else, with a different background, experiences, issues, personality, a differing pair of eyes. Differing they may be but with a determination to write, type, express themselves - they can bring a whole other world to life, pulling away the devastating cloak of invisibility. |
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The Words Were There
The words were there missed them so some sigh and anger though The remarks were there heard them so heaves relief to those that know The feelings were there felt them so as love and kindness grow |
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Wow - the thread's been rocking its socks off
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