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Golden Ratio Oct 2010
Poor Old John Patrick Robbins.
I’m not sure what he’s done.
When I dropped in at Hello today,
I was very badly stunned.

For I looked high and low,
for the wordsmith’s rambling rants.
A punctuation free zone.
References to spandex pants.

Free the Hello One!
Oh Eliot, hear my cries.
Without that crazy *******,
we will lack so many highs.

Tales of madness and mayhem;
poems on self-destruct.
A comedian in a little black hat;
a master of disorderly conduct.

I know he’s learnt his lesson.
I am sure he’d play the game.
A model pupil in class,
poetry being his aim.

On my knees I beg,
to the higher laws above.
Hang on in there Gonzo!
This is one poet,
We surely cannot give up.
Golden Ratio Oct 2010
I keep the treasure guarded,
in the fortress of my mind.
Shrouded from on-lookers;
protected from prying eyes.

It is not just an image,
or a photo,
so sublime.
It is a casket full of wonderment;
a jewel of womankind.

It evokes a feeling from me:
Rawness,
un-refined.
And it leads me to a place,
that others would gladly die,

to find.

I am humble in its presence,
and would never question the design,
for the treasure that I hold so dear,

is the thought that you are mine.
Golden Ratio Oct 2010
It resembles a snowy mountain range
That white crumpled sheet
Elegant in its simplicity
A Realistic model
Of peaks and valleys

In my admiration
Of this honest
Piece of art
Artistry spawned from life itself
Dexterity by the cosmos

I nearly miss it
The truth
The veracity of the exhibit
The message

I stop
I study
I look deeper

A torrent of understanding
Pours down my soul
The last morsels of dignity
Greedily gobbled up
By my awkward gaze

A piece of art
Lays still on that hospital bed

Alone
Golden Ratio Aug 2010
This started                                         dec 2009/ a lifetime ago/ shortly after the titanic sank
And when I first read it I               liked it/ hated it/ didn’t get it
But after all this                                 time/ mental torture/ self-indulgence
I can’t help but                                   think/ worry/ be extremely concerned
That you may be slightly              shut off/ un-hinged/ locked in a secure unit
How long will this poem                haunt me/ entertain me/ **** me off  
Will it still be here at                       christmas 2010/ christmas 2011/ the second coming
And how many times do you       tweet this poem/ take your medication/ look at it adoringly
To keep it                                            where it belongs/ as the thorn in my side/ on a poetry list for ever                            
Did you know that you have      no comments/ 2 comments/ 101 comments
And you have replied to               all of them/ 1 of them/ none of them
Which could be viewed as           bashful/ egotistical/ down right ******* rude
For the sake of                                  me/ the human race/ your psychiatrist
Make it stop                                       please/ pretty please/ pretty ******* please with cherries on

(delete as appropriate, preferably the poem!)
Golden Ratio Aug 2010
... so you see, if I hadn't trod in that dog ****,
none of this would have happened!
Golden Ratio Aug 2010
Yes ok, so I had to dress up as a nun!
Me, Jack and Bathsheba in a film about
Spiderman, and dedicated to Chris Smith.
Why?
Not sure really, except Chris likes spiderman I suppose.
Anyway, enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6slctF2Ato
Golden Ratio Jul 2010
I fell off this ******* planet a long time ago!
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