gordon-fussey - Hello Poetry

It was 5 o'clock in the morning and the elderly man with the cake shifted nervously back and forth recounting his days as a ballerina his face was aglow he was a liar to himself and easily embarrassed.

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC

gordon-fussey

The Liar

It was 5 o'clock in the morning and the elderly man with the cake shifted nervously back and forth recounting his days as a ballerina his face was aglow he was a liar to himself and easily embarrassed.

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I met her in a place I hadn't been before A place of solitude behind an ever-open door The reception was deeply clinical as she took me to a place Where a body's just a butcher’s thought and a face is just a face.

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Sep 4, 2017

Sep 4, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC

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Deeds

I met her in a place I hadn't been before A place of solitude behind an ever-open door The reception was deeply clinical as she took me to a place Where a body's just a butcher’s thought and a face is just a face.

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there's something about Josephine or is my mind playing games the quick assembly Gatling gun the lion doll that tames i met her on the Waltzer where she fed me tales so strange the fermented dog in a salty lake the rifle without a range an evening in a sparse living room one chair, one fire and a screen an ensuite rubber holding cell a kitchen cat and cream there's something about Josephine i love her smile for sure her collection of multi-vitamins Her urge to cure and cure

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Aug 29, 2017

Aug 29, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC

gordon-fussey

about Josephine

there's something about Josephine or is my mind playing games the quick assembly Gatling gun the lion doll that tames i met her on the Waltzer where she fed me tales so strange the fermented dog in a salty lake the rifle without a range an evening in a sparse living room one chair, one fire and a screen an ensuite rubber holding cell a kitchen cat and cream there's something about Josephine i love her smile for sure her collection of multi-vitamins Her urge to cure and cure

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She told me of the horse that flew The horse with a name that Egyptians knew She told me of the hanging tree With roots that cried and caressed the dew She told me tales of a lightening storm That flashed an Eskimo cold to warm And in her eyes I saw other stories Just as important as Dali's glories Jane sat on a pine kitchen chair in the corner of the room. In her left hand she held nineteen ninety-nine, in her other, my eyes. I kissed her on the cheek and asked her a question. She told me of a white paper brick That glided through air six foot thick She told me of Christians that got wasted at lent That prayed for the light through a gap in a tent She told me of Magritte, ******* and Turner And a boy in India selling organs as an earner And in her eyes I saw other stories As bright as the Ursa's universal glories I asked Jane another question and she fused It must have been the sixth time in a month Gordon Fussey Written by Gordon Fussey (M)

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Aug 16, 2017

Aug 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC

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What's The Price Of Depression In Utopia?

She told me of the horse that flew The horse with a name that Egyptians knew She told me of the hanging tree With roots that cried and caressed the dew She told me tales of a lightening storm That flashed an Eskimo cold to warm And in her eyes I saw other stories Just as important as Dali's glories Jane sat on a pine kitchen chair in the corner of the room. In her left hand she held nineteen ninety-nine, in her other, my eyes. I kissed her on the cheek and asked her a question. She told me of a white paper brick That glided through air six foot thick She told me of Christians that got wasted at lent That prayed for the light through a gap in a tent She told me of Magritte, ******* and Turner And a boy in India selling organs as an earner And in her eyes I saw other stories As bright as the Ursa's universal glories I asked Jane another question and she fused It must have been the sixth time in a month Gordon Fussey Written by Gordon Fussey (M)

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For I found a place Where I truly belong In the arms of a ghost Full speed headlong Living a dream In a state of shock Solid gone, cloud nine Bright as Bangkok Reality checking Velvet soft skin A vision of utopia An angel within Left the world With an imaginary friend Came back to earth With a soul to vend A lifetime in two months And how the people laughed

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Aug 15, 2017

Aug 15, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC

gordon-fussey

Honestly, hear this...

For I found a place Where I truly belong In the arms of a ghost Full speed headlong Living a dream In a state of shock Solid gone, cloud nine Bright as Bangkok Reality checking Velvet soft skin A vision of utopia An angel within Left the world With an imaginary friend Came back to earth With a soul to vend A lifetime in two months And how the people laughed

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Lavender Going there again hey boys Down to utopia amongst the hair and toys The reason's thin but my mind is keen Down to the depths where angels are seen Honeysuckle She wore dancing shoes and a wide loving grin A latex smile on a hairy chin An illusionary nurse stood in wonder As I touched her skin to release the thunder Petrol fumes Stifled walk shuffling forward on and on Bowed head stooping cowering into view Here I am again moving in a time bygone A sawdust floor under a Squire shoe Violets Never said I loved you Never said I cared Never reached your mind With a problem shared Never touched your heart Never held your hand Never wanted a part In a final stand Bletilla Striata Happy-go-lucky or as miserable as sin Whatever you feel you just can't win The girls aren't biting, there's nothing there Except Polly's lips… I'm in her hair Lily Of The Valley I looked around, she wasn't there Where there was hope there was now despair I moved a bit then set my ground She was a special affair, one that was sound

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Jul 3, 2017

Jul 3, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC

gordon-fussey

Smiling Face Tiger (Six Small Mountains)

Lavender Going there again hey boys Down to utopia amongst the hair and toys The reason's thin but my mind is keen Down to the depths where angels are seen Honeysuckle She wore dancing shoes and a wide loving grin A latex smile on a hairy chin An illusionary nurse stood in wonder As I touched her skin to release the thunder Petrol fumes Stifled walk shuffling forward on and on Bowed head stooping cowering into view Here I am again moving in a time bygone A sawdust floor under a Squire shoe Violets Never said I loved you Never said I cared Never reached your mind With a problem shared Never touched your heart Never held your hand Never wanted a part In a final stand Bletilla Striata Happy-go-lucky or as miserable as sin Whatever you feel you just can't win The girls aren't biting, there's nothing there Except Polly's lips… I'm in her hair Lily Of The Valley I looked around, she wasn't there Where there was hope there was now despair I moved a bit then set my ground She was a special affair, one that was sound

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A place that seldom mattered Became a place that often flattered A meeting of ever flowing drinks Of fake ideas and numerous blinks For fallen men there became a shoulder A wooden rest to become much bolder Thereto I became a permanent fixture Of gigantic proportions a sorry picture There I stayed 'till all was lost An unbelievable shell at an unbelievable cost Those were the days I care to remember A total blitz from January to December

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May 20, 2017

May 20, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC

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The Pub (After the Split)

A place that seldom mattered Became a place that often flattered A meeting of ever flowing drinks Of fake ideas and numerous blinks For fallen men there became a shoulder A wooden rest to become much bolder Thereto I became a permanent fixture Of gigantic proportions a sorry picture There I stayed 'till all was lost An unbelievable shell at an unbelievable cost Those were the days I care to remember A total blitz from January to December

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May 17, 2017

May 17, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC

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