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jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
I wish I was  a dashing hero.......hang on
*******.......
I wish I was a superstar..........
NOPE....
A ****** football pin-up.......
HAAAAAAAA oh my sides hurt so.............
Ok........ I wish I had all my wee cats back
for a night like the mum in A.I.
How I would howl and sob and cry
but get to say goodbye
I wish I never smacked my heid so hard
that some faces are hard to recall
thats the price we ******* pay
riding bikes off buildings and all
and I wish that I could somehow see
if someone special this Valentines day
would simply smile for me.
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
How come the world is good
when I am dumb as a plank of wood
worried that women are smiling at me
I'll run and hide up a big oak tree
some help my pals they push me on
"Make a move before she's gone!"
no I'll hide and pretend I am dead
or suddenly in a coma instead
all this girl stuff leaves me perplexed
I know they are sort of a different ***
nicer shape and not quite so hairy
though some back in Wales are really scary
it's not like I am truly fussed
for a perfect figure? a shapely bust?
no, find me a woman with spirit and love
like she fell off a cloud from up above
or grew in a glade in the great greenwood
she can banish my fears with her powers of good
she can bully and laugh and kick my ***
though the best of my friends she'll have to pass
but I guess if she can withstand both of those
she'll have earned her right to hold me close
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Curving along the edge of the moonlight
the hands that spans the ages
whisper no hurt or hate
only turn back that which is evil
and send it home to rest
the shadow that falls beneath the stars
can warm like the heat of day
bless with its silvered touch
heal like the rain in spring
walk out to the night alone
feel the coming of calm and peace
forgotten by most but felt by the blessed
flow through the veins and breathe deep
take the time to stand still and feel
the power the ancient ones keep
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Beautiful mother of the world
you draw the shades of grey aside
you bring life and love and trust
in tomorrow's dreams
walk for a while beside me
through your woods and glades
show me where your deer walk
and the flowers sing
your deep quiet pools
where the Wee Folk sing
take the time to pause and see
the hurt in this green land
take the time to set us free
and heal us with your hand
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
This poem will rock, with a Demon and ****!
Sinful hellfire, and brimstone, that's it..
a pitchfork up the *** of rock
so what they'll think I am a ****
A slammin' crashing rage of metal
speedo in the red
stamp that pedal
turn up the fire
turn on the heat
hmm..... my tummy is empty
Mum, what's there to eat........?
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
No more pills
start tonight
sleeping though
will be a fight
left them all
with Denise
told her that
my life will cease
to be a war
with doctor's drugs
fired like lead
machine gun slugs
took the last
twenty eight
didn't feel bad
in fact feel great
threw them up
really sick
what a ****
I am so thick
so want to cleanse
myself of these
prescription pill
monstrosities
will I last?
do you care?
some of you do
I feel you there
so sunday dawns
in a short while
I'll meet the morning
with a smile
and if I go
to take them back
Denise, Denise
just give me a
WHACK! x
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Transcendant beauty of her soul
sailing through life a wonder in full sail
her children hold on to the glory of her
summer-flower dress and mother's hands
towing them to dreams and joy
no darkness can dwell in her light
love and smiles makes her  home heaven envy
spread your sails and fly in her following wind
she will carry all home just close your eyes and smile
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