sen-2 - Hello Poetry

Regrets, I’ve had a few A crude red rose An unwanted tattoo Blood and ink, inscribes my flesh Permanent art A reminder of pain

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Mar 13, 2023

Mar 13, 2023 at 9:26 AM UTC

Tattoo

Regrets, I’ve had a few A crude red rose An unwanted tattoo Blood and ink, inscribes my flesh Permanent art A reminder of pain

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You are a huge O mouth Open and yawning like a sink hole Yelling absurd answers to simple questions Your breath a cloud of steam That freezes in the night air Raw laugh, loud like a hyena To those who talk but never think An exhausting mouth eating oxygen Eating and eating Emitting opinions The tongue in perpetual motion The jawbone still chattering Your mouth can run marathons Silenced into a stupor I sit here and say nothing Pretending to listen

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Mar 13, 2023

Mar 13, 2023 at 9:21 AM UTC

Talk Talk

You are a huge O mouth Open and yawning like a sink hole Yelling absurd answers to simple questions Your breath a cloud of steam That freezes in the night air Raw laugh, loud like a hyena To those who talk but never think An exhausting mouth eating oxygen Eating and eating Emitting opinions The tongue in perpetual motion The jawbone still chattering Your mouth can run marathons Silenced into a stupor I sit here and say nothing Pretending to listen

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You’ve seen me in the valley On the edge of a fell A black hanging rock My face is rough and bleak My hair is wild heather My jawline is sharp and rugged If you stand on my head and look down It’s a thousand feet drop to the bottom Grass grows on my chin The wind has pounded my body over many years The rain has pelted me very hard The weather shows me no mercy Still I sit here petrified Proud and silent as a stone Like a survivor

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Oct 25, 2021

Oct 25, 2021 at 8:31 AM UTC

Who Am I ?

You’ve seen me in the valley On the edge of a fell A black hanging rock My face is rough and bleak My hair is wild heather My jawline is sharp and rugged If you stand on my head and look down It’s a thousand feet drop to the bottom Grass grows on my chin The wind has pounded my body over many years The rain has pelted me very hard The weather shows me no mercy Still I sit here petrified Proud and silent as a stone Like a survivor

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I’m not like the Ripper or a notorious name A celebrity killer looking for fame I could be living alone in the house next door In a suburb next to a family of four There’s nothing really dark about me Just a few skeletons behind the settee One night I had a few friends around By morning they just could not be found A couple of them were acting like fools Messing around with garden tools Things just went too far last night A few arguments and then a little fight Air rifle pellet went right through one eye Picked up a ***** and swatted a fly They had ****** on the carpet and foul sofa stains Bits of ***** on the wall with blown out brains Glassed in the face and the mirror smashed All the guests have gone and the party’s crashed I arranged their limbs in little squares In the cupboard just under the stairs Just take a look at this Motley Crew All ******* useless with nothing to do They came for a laugh and left in stitches No more fun for these sons of ******* I won’t bore you with the details of my deeds How their hacked off fingers were planted with weeds Shaved their heads with a sickle and axe Disposed like waste in carbon sacks So remember this if friends are fake They never give back but always take Don’t waste more time or ask them why Lets them go, let them die

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Oct 7, 2021

Oct 7, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC

Cast off Friends

I’m not like the Ripper or a notorious name A celebrity killer looking for fame I could be living alone in the house next door In a suburb next to a family of four There’s nothing really dark about me Just a few skeletons behind the settee One night I had a few friends around By morning they just could not be found A couple of them were acting like fools Messing around with garden tools Things just went too far last night A few arguments and then a little fight Air rifle pellet went right through one eye Picked up a ***** and swatted a fly They had ****** on the carpet and foul sofa stains Bits of ***** on the wall with blown out brains Glassed in the face and the mirror smashed All the guests have gone and the party’s crashed I arranged their limbs in little squares In the cupboard just under the stairs Just take a look at this Motley Crew All ******* useless with nothing to do They came for a laugh and left in stitches No more fun for these sons of ******* I won’t bore you with the details of my deeds How their hacked off fingers were planted with weeds Shaved their heads with a sickle and axe Disposed like waste in carbon sacks So remember this if friends are fake They never give back but always take Don’t waste more time or ask them why Lets them go, let them die

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After a fall you must rise Pick yourself up for the next surprise Lie there for a minute on the floor, No bones broken but the body feels sore Praise yourself and stand up tall, Don’t stay down after a fall. You may feel hurt or shatter like a cup, When you go down the only way is back up. Fall forwards down to one side Go backwards and lose your pride Dropped like a glass just about to smash A phoenix rising up from the ash Its more than instinct avoiding pain The will to live is to get up again

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Sep 5, 2020

Sep 5, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC

The Rise and Fall

After a fall you must rise Pick yourself up for the next surprise Lie there for a minute on the floor, No bones broken but the body feels sore Praise yourself and stand up tall, Don’t stay down after a fall. You may feel hurt or shatter like a cup, When you go down the only way is back up. Fall forwards down to one side Go backwards and lose your pride Dropped like a glass just about to smash A phoenix rising up from the ash Its more than instinct avoiding pain The will to live is to get up again

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I waited, I waited and waited some more No one came knocking, no one at the door And the years went by and by For over fifty years I sat squatted, Still nothing. I grew older than dirt Two eyes gather dust My heart has died quietly My liver has turned bitter My kidneys have failed While on a hospital waiting list It was all very boring While waiting I looked at the time While waiting I wrote a death letter While waiting I watched birds grow wings The broken hands of the clock Time had stopped I have taken vows To keep waiting It's all over now Life’s lesson learned My breath bated. kick the legs away Nothing comes to those who waited

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Sep 5, 2020

Sep 5, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC

The Waiting Game

I waited, I waited and waited some more No one came knocking, no one at the door And the years went by and by For over fifty years I sat squatted, Still nothing. I grew older than dirt Two eyes gather dust My heart has died quietly My liver has turned bitter My kidneys have failed While on a hospital waiting list It was all very boring While waiting I looked at the time While waiting I wrote a death letter While waiting I watched birds grow wings The broken hands of the clock Time had stopped I have taken vows To keep waiting It's all over now Life’s lesson learned My breath bated. kick the legs away Nothing comes to those who waited

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I’m losing it Losing what ? Losing interest what attracts now repels, oh what the ******* hell where is yesterday glow ? distant stars dead and cold love goes cold like a bloodless fish, there it goes : going going gone drifting, receding, vanishing over the horizon, out of focus your eyes look like frosted glass it’s not death but the dying signal weak blips of the uninterested Losing it rotten roses in a tub wilted heart in a jug, and so the well of inspiration is expired

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Jul 15, 2020

Jul 15, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC

Losing It

I’m losing it Losing what ? Losing interest what attracts now repels, oh what the ******* hell where is yesterday glow ? distant stars dead and cold love goes cold like a bloodless fish, there it goes : going going gone drifting, receding, vanishing over the horizon, out of focus your eyes look like frosted glass it’s not death but the dying signal weak blips of the uninterested Losing it rotten roses in a tub wilted heart in a jug, and so the well of inspiration is expired

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Blown up into black on white So calm against the darkness Daylight gone and the curtain down Lights off for the rest of life Haunted house and nameless thought Blackened mind and foul deeds done On the floor and locked indoors Last rites with the lonely wife With nothing on and standing stark So bold against the emptiness In nature’s state and body white Leave the bone and bleach the flesh Underneath she’s black Once the bride to be Now an exquisite corpse

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC

Exquisite Corpse

Blown up into black on white So calm against the darkness Daylight gone and the curtain down Lights off for the rest of life Haunted house and nameless thought Blackened mind and foul deeds done On the floor and locked indoors Last rites with the lonely wife With nothing on and standing stark So bold against the emptiness In nature’s state and body white Leave the bone and bleach the flesh Underneath she’s black Once the bride to be Now an exquisite corpse

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No more Polyfilla face Behold the plain and naked Made up in poor taste Death mask and masquerade Poor state of nature Tarted up and raw Fight the flaccid face Tighten up the lines Stretchmarks are stripes Jowls hang and flap façade in crisis Out flicks the knife Smile for life with one slash Round up the rings Count up the crags Callous with age Horns on the hands Petrified hags hard and rock like Gnarled old bark Woman tree wither Roots left in ruins Ends split and hairdo dead All through and done for Overblown and glory gone

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Jun 9, 2020

Jun 9, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC

PolyFilla Face

No more Polyfilla face Behold the plain and naked Made up in poor taste Death mask and masquerade Poor state of nature Tarted up and raw Fight the flaccid face Tighten up the lines Stretchmarks are stripes Jowls hang and flap façade in crisis Out flicks the knife Smile for life with one slash Round up the rings Count up the crags Callous with age Horns on the hands Petrified hags hard and rock like Gnarled old bark Woman tree wither Roots left in ruins Ends split and hairdo dead All through and done for Overblown and glory gone

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Hothouse has no bed Bare glass and empty bar Haunted room for two Old and lonely ghost Vital flowers dead Wilted heart and rose The color of dry blood Lonely light bulb naked Just hanging by a hair Put the shadows on the shade Wallflowers standing bare And whitewash on the face Hardhat with a headlamp Bright and diamond eye Flick the instant switch Never go out at night Don’t live to see the stars Seated at the dark bar We’re locked indoors for life Those who come to visit Stay lonely forever

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Jun 9, 2020

Jun 9, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC

Bleak House

Hothouse has no bed Bare glass and empty bar Haunted room for two Old and lonely ghost Vital flowers dead Wilted heart and rose The color of dry blood Lonely light bulb naked Just hanging by a hair Put the shadows on the shade Wallflowers standing bare And whitewash on the face Hardhat with a headlamp Bright and diamond eye Flick the instant switch Never go out at night Don’t live to see the stars Seated at the dark bar We’re locked indoors for life Those who come to visit Stay lonely forever

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