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Tyrannosaurus Rex
Can you sense a rumble? Can you do some checks? Can you hear a grumble And a roar to vex? From Dante's gate, Behold the great Tyrannosaurus Rex. Somehow nature stirred a Giant full of zeal, Six whole tons of murder Hunting for a meal, A mighty head And fangs that shred, Serrated, hard as steel. Bones can be so brittle, Running with a hunch See it catch a little Dinosaur for lunch, The Tyrant King, A reptile thing Prepared to smash and crunch. Hunger never wavers, Hunger never stops, Meat has many flavours Like Triceratops, In search of prey T. Rex will stay Relentless till it drops. © |
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Sorry to hear you've had a bit of instability. Glad to see you've come through it unscathed and intact.
![]() ![]() It's good to be back and I hope Biz and co are still around
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Who, cleft-footed,
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'Viva Morrissey'
None could unlock my hermitage I feared Until in flowers Morrissey appeared, Who knew how shyness gouges like a knife And wrote the painful soundtrack to my life. From Wilde and those who love a quiff so high, From Vauxhall pubs and Hector, last to die, It's 'Viva Morrissey!' outsiders cry. © |
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Hmmm, I can't help thinking the complete silence here is down to me. From day one on DS my posts seem to have upset convention. I've often received pledges of loyalty, or just sheer hatred. Accused of non-existent crimes here and in America, I can't change things now. Thankfully the trolls have gone - but that doesn't mean I haven't upset someone else. When there's no explanation you have to guess.
I can only offer verse and hope some enjoy it. I shall keep smiling alone
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It's good that Steven Patrick Morrissey has provided a key and it's good to see you back Mr M.
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Shame
There’s a freak on every corner, there are freaks all around, they’ve all been out watching me since I moved into their town. There’s a freak on every corner and I’m knowing each one by name so when something bad happens I know I’m not the one to blame. There’s the man in the old-stained raincoat who stares out at me from across the road, his restless hands hang deep in his pockets as he shuffles nervously within the folds. And the woman with the bulging, split carrier bags mouths abuse at me as she shakes her fist. I pierce her gaze, then lower my eyes to see the deep cuts forced into her wrists. Now there’s a freak on every corner and I note them, one at a time. I know what each and every one is thinking, I know their thoughts and mine. I see the man who always stares as the neat clean little girls skip by. And as their skirts swing high around their stick white legs I’m the one who knows what’s behind his eyes. The freaks they stand around the school playground at the start of every school day. I stand away, still, so they can’t see me as I watch them watch their children play. There’s a freak down every alleyway and he’s playing hide-and-seek. He wears a pair of old cracked leather gloves to gently smooth away any startled shrieks. Now I know there’s a freak in every single house and home, they’re everywhere, you just look and you will see. So you know, I always have to be one step ahead so the freaks can never get their hands on me. But I’m here to watch over the young and pure and I think of them alone in the night. And when there’s a need to keep them safe I’ll do what I know is right. |
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Sometimes when I'm writing I may only come up with a few lines but I hang on to them because, perhaps, at some future date they may grow into something more.
Here are a few samples/examples: A single tear slips a salted trail down my face when I think of the future and you. a s in gle tear drop slips down her face as she thinks of the past and those she loved those who loved yet turned away all thoughts caught in a salted track snail trail of memories drawn over wrinkled skin silver reflections caught in the fading light Galatea In sun-blaze she cradles her painted moon on branches that curve through arc to cleft. Her forked body spread lightly on the Earth. Flodigary The full reflected moon floats milk white on the slate sea, pressed under the warm, heavy air of a Hebridean night. The line in the corner of her eye is now fixed - no longer by laughter but a channel too often for tears. Who lies behind the painted face, the red banana smile, the wide teared eyes and red horn nose? A clown - or just someone wearing the clothes? I love it when a fella holds his umberella for me in the pouring rain. |
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Hmmm, I can't help thinking the complete silence here is down to me. From day one on DS my posts seem to have upset convention. I've often received pledges of loyalty, or just sheer hatred. Accused of non-existent crimes here and in America, I can't change things now. Thankfully the trolls have gone - but that doesn't mean I haven't upset someone else. When there's no explanation you have to guess.
I can only offer verse and hope some enjoy it. I shall keep smiling alone ![]() http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OV5_LQArLa0 |
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Hmmm, I can't help thinking the complete silence here is down to me. From day one on DS my posts seem to have upset convention. I've often received pledges of loyalty, or just sheer hatred. Accused of non-existent crimes here and in America, I can't change things now. Thankfully the trolls have gone - but that doesn't mean I haven't upset someone else. When there's no explanation you have to guess.
I can only offer verse and hope some enjoy it. I shall keep smiling alone ![]() Don't feel obliged to answer if I'm prying at all, I just feel as though I have missed something that's somehow made you feel this. |
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On Anarchy In The UK
Anarchy was a persona tried on By a geezer called John Lydon. Being a rebel to yer every cause, He spat at all and fans’ applause Irked him too well, just because. K/A as Johnny Rotten, Sex Pistol Hair, temper both prone to bristle. John chewed on QE2 like gristle, Eschewed vile English patriotism; Vestiges of past, an anachronism, Assumed high priest of anarchism. We anarchists loved this puking punk, He’d never sell out, or principles junk. But no, HM’s revolution has been utter, Promoting some bland brand of butter. |
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Good Morning
Miaow said the cat woof woof said the dog good morning warbled the sparrow.
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard
Hmmm, I can't help thinking the complete silence here is down to me.
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Musty, don't worry.
I have read everything posted here and am in awe.It sounds a bit daft, but I find it a bit intimidating, the talent here and do not feel qualified to review, just to enjoy, but I will post an opinion in future, as I see that is the point. I love, love the creepy stuff, really enjoy horror and ghosties. |
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On Anarchy In The UK
Anarchy was a persona tried on By a geezer called John Lydon. Being a rebel to yer every cause, He spat at all and fans’ applause Irked him too well, just because. K/A as Johnny Rotten, Sex Pistol Hair, temper both prone to bristle. John chewed on QE2 like gristle, Eschewed vile English patriotism; Vestiges of past, an anachronism, Assumed high priest of anarchism. We anarchists loved this puking punk, He’d never sell out, or principles junk. But no, HM’s revolution has been utter, Promoting some bland brand of butter. Hahaha...brilliant. My era too, I had blue hair for a year, a later, mid eighties Siouxsie Sioux. I met her once. |
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It's good that Steven Patrick Morrissey has provided a key and it's good to see you back Mr M.
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Why? I have only seen encouragement and friendliness offered from you. Have I missed something Musty?
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Musty, don't worry.
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Wenge
To 'Wenge' prim scholars wouldn't Let dictionaries say, The Oxford English couldn't, So I'll explain today. The male herd's surge of pleasure On seeing some nice bird, That feminist types measure, Condemn and call absurd. Despite their gripe, it's not pants To Wenge and we don't hurt The girl in denim hotpants, The lass in her short skirt. A similar thing rightly Stirs frog and cockatoo, I've Wenged at Keira Knightley And Cher's left knocker too. Some ladies have long reckoned Us men are simply fools, I'll answer in a second By stating golden rules: She mustn't be too bandy Or have Mick Jagger's gob, Or dwarf the late John Candy, Kate Winslet's just the job. I love a dame full-figured, The Rubenesque aren't fake, Wenge-worthiness is triggered By legs and bits that shake. To Wenge, the sweetest tingle Can help if you've been ditched, It happens when you're single And always when you're hitched. © |
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There’s a freak down every alleyway
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But no, HM’s revolution has been utter,
Promoting some bland brand of butter. ![]() You've stolen my thunder, I've been toying with an ode on Rotten for ages Like Mrs Goto, I was a major fan and I still rate Never Mind The B*llocks as a turning-point album. My suspicions were raised when he went into ITV's Jungle and the butter ads confirmed a very sad sell-out.An absorbing poem that also catches the brief thrill of punk
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Miaow said the cat
woof woof said the dog good morning warbled the sparrow.
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I love it Sandy, because I love animals
![]() ![]() How are you feeling today Musty? |
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Sigh Through
Do you sigh through anguish Do you sigh through understanding Do you sigh through a feeling At times we all sigh together |
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How are you feeling today Musty?
I wasn't looking after myself properly and had a bit of a wobble. I'm sleeping through the night as well, a rarity for me ![]() Quote:
Do you sigh through a feeling
At times we all sigh together A lovely poem Sandy, I think there are 'collective' sighs, as when Diana passed away.
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Janet & prudence
Janet Stevens seemed The sort of pupil who with concentration Would shine amid the halls of education. Janet shunned the crowd, Though gossip in the girls' school simply bored her, She noticed how the others all ignored her. Lonely on the fringe, She joined a club of peers and those who ran it, To be a welcome member suited Janet. Yet there was a test; To prove your worth and truly be successful You had to make a victim's life more stressful. Janet soon would find The perfect target to promote her fully, A new girl she could take apart and bully. Prudence Cousins seemed The sort of pupil who would never fight back, A pale outsider, shy but on the right track. Didn't act the same As others did and while she meekly studied No friendship ever blossomed once or budded. Janet took her chance To hurt Prudence and make the school road rocky, She sneered at her in netball and in hockey. Whispered hints she was A lesbian or something more horrendous, 'Her red hair and her spectacles offend us.' Term after cruel term, Through piling pressure on she would discover The pressure came off when she hurt another. Three decades went by, She'd left school and forgotten about classes, How rapidly we alter when time passes. Janet Stevens now Was married, middle-aged and very wealthy, She owned a business where returns were healthy. Yet despite success, When she recalled her youth, like creaking hinges Her bullying caused subtle guilty twinges. Then one day in town, After a deal to make her profits bigger In town she saw an old familiar figure. Prudence Cousins now Was single, shabby-clothed and quite eccentric, Her life went round in daydreams so concentric; In a plastic bag Were novels full of lovers sad and pretty, She read them on the benches in the city. Janet noticed how The victim from her past and one she'd branded Meandered down an alley, looking stranded. That in night the bed Next to her sleeping husband, without warning How Janet Stevens cried and ached till morning. © |
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Janet & prudence
Janet Stevens seemed The sort of pupil who with concentration Would shine amid the halls of education. Janet shunned the crowd, Though gossip in the girls' school simply bored her, She noticed how the others all ignored her. Lonely on the fringe, She joined a club of peers and those who ran it, To be a welcome member suited Janet. Yet there was a test; To prove your worth and truly be successful You had to make a victim's life more stressful. Janet soon would find The perfect target to promote her fully, A new girl she could take apart and bully. Prudence Cousins seemed The sort of pupil who would never fight back, A pale outsider, shy but on the right track. Didn't act the same As others did and while she meekly studied No friendship ever blossomed once or budded. Janet took her chance To hurt Prudence and make the school road rocky, She sneered at her in netball and in hockey. Whispered hints she was A lesbian or something more horrendous, 'Her red hair and her spectacles offend us.' Term after cruel term, Through piling pressure on she would discover The pressure came off when she hurt another. Three decades went by, She'd left school and forgotten about classes, How rapidly we alter when time passes. Janet Stevens now Was married, middle-aged and very wealthy, She owned a business where returns were healthy. Yet despite success, When she recalled her youth, like creaking hinges Her bullying caused subtle guilty twinges. Then one day in town, After a deal to make her profits bigger In town she saw an old familiar figure. Prudence Cousins now Was single, shabby-clothed and quite eccentric, Her life went round in daydreams so concentric; In a plastic bag Were novels full of lovers sad and pretty, She read them on the benches in the city. Janet noticed how The victim from her past and one she'd branded Meandered down an alley, looking stranded. That in night the bed Next to her sleeping husband, without warning How Janet Stevens cried and ached till morning. © |
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