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Six Straight

The old cowboys of  TV fame,
Were straight shooters,
Who carried six shooters,
Sometimes two.

When I grow up,
I want be a  six straight cowboy too,
Six straight hours of sleep,
Or dem bad poems all dressed in black,
they're a gonna shoot me, holy dead.
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The youniverse is getting smaller

The you-in-verse is getting smaller,
My poems, shorter,
Hemingwayesque, see!
Why use two words,
Whenonewilldo.

Warmer, too,
Somehow tho global heat
Ain't reached my woman's
Hands or feet.

When you touch my GPS,
It stands ready, at attention,
Always opens up with a prayer,
Directions to Home,
Like I said,
The you-in-verse is getting smaller.
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Lend Me a Tune**

Wish I knew how to
Compose some love lyrics,
But can't carry a tune,
It seems that the music
Must always comes first.

So with conceit and disbelief,
Wrote words and shot 'em into space,
Hoping they'd pass thru galaxies,
Maybe a comet tail,
Find a Songster who will strum them
Into perfect, into complete.

I ain't unhappy that all I got
Was the lesser gift of
Humming words to myself,
Ain't dissatisfied, but wish they
Could be ratified, by the music
Of a voice reading them to me
Or fingers tapping, happening them
Upon the ivories upon my chest,
The chest that needs exploration.

So let's make some music
Finish these lyrics jointly,
When all finito, pointedly
Take our co-sing-song,
Dance to it with our bodies
Sing words the whole night long,
And please baby,
Don't tell me to shut up so you can sleep....
Midnight poems analyzed.  1).  Should carry some kind of disclaimer like at the end of a commercial, when they give you 60 seconds of warnings to your health spoken  in 20 seconds 2) inevitably end up with a carnal conclusion 3) probably should leave in the auto corrections that are so funny that you make that sniggering, piglike snorting-laughing noise that annoyingly weakens(?) your "next door" neighbors!j
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
st64
odd word, then
basking..
it overwhelms so...


1.
no easy answer
assuredly, no easy answer


2.
so much of calamity on the shores of light
hardly surprising
poor visibility


3.
if only..
if only......
if ONLY........

oh, if we could step out.. into space
and *really
see our beautiful globe
look at the wide oceans make up its ironic three-quarter
its lovely, blue smile
look at the earth in wonder
the earth with no border (nor **** boundary!!)

oh, how humbling

how I fall to knees
at that glorious sight of grace
fills the soul and feeds the core



yet
all I'm left with..
is

basking in glow of uncertain times




star toucher 64..                 4 sept



*(in hope yet.. I persevere sanity prevails us all)
i have nothing to say... after all, who am i?
oh, just a regular human bean, is all :/


sub-entry: TWO QUOTES


“You can walk around this culture now, as a proud supporter of the so called anti-war movement and it's made up of a lot of people I used to know …
I'd like for them to be asked more often than they are, if your advice had been taken over the last 15 or so years; Slobodan Milosevic would still be the dictator of not just Serbia but also of a cleansed and ruined Bosnia and Kosovo. Saddam Hussein would still be the owner of Kuwait as well as Iraq, he would of nearly have doubled his holding of the worlds oil. The Taliban would still be in charge of Afghanistan.
Don't you feel a little reproach to your so called high principle anti-war policy? Would that really have led to less violence, less cruelty?”
― Christopher Hitchens


“We'll fight back, we'll fight back, we'll fight back," a man near Doctor Stockstill was chanting. Stockstill looked at him in astonishment, wondering who he would fight back against. Things were falling on them; did the man intend to fall back upward into the sky in some sort of revenge?”
― Philip K. ****, Dr. Bloodmoney



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnOoNM0U6oc
The baby looks just like you
Lots of people say it
I tell you often
He has your eyes
Your lips
Your
Ears n nose
As he's getting older the resemblance is more obvious
He needs fresh air
Going for a walk
I collect your cigarette ****
Lots of thoughts eating away at me
We've been friends for years  "me n her"
Hope I'm wrong
But we always seem to be babysitting
You never refuse ?
The old sayings -" I never took notice of before"
Didn't really understand just what they meant
Haunt me !
Playing over in my restless mind

"Familiarity  breads contempt"!
Two's company 3's a crowd !

I head straight to the doctors office
I hand your cigarette end to him
He collects the baby's DNA
I wait

I wonder just what   DNA stands for
My name gets called out
The results are in, !
Tension rises in every part of my being
Sweat drips down my spine
I feel I've stopped breathing
As my racing heart beats in a loud deafening tone
It's confirmed

My life's just crumbled
In a moment of time
My identity ripped to shreds
I'm no longer
A best friend
A god mother
Your wife
I wonder have I done the right thing ?

"Curiosity killed the cat"!
Another old saying

Just realised what DNA means.  

DO  NOT  ASK!
I am waking as you sleep
so do I fall into your dreams or mine,
or is it you that fall into the dreams, I can never remember
and never on my birthday in november,

BUT THERE IS THAT DREAM WE BOTH DO
THE ONE CALL LOVE.

L   o  ve    P  a  u  l    X  X  X.
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
John
You talk about forever
Like it's a fleeting moment
In the grand scheme of things
I suppose that's just what it is
But, in the end
On the small scale
That is us
It's
Everything

Forget cosmic wonder
And all it is and everything else
Forget the stars and the Sun and the Moon
Because they don't belong to us
The stars owe us nothing
Not a thing
And we owe them it all
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
N23
I have a weakness for a boy
with shadows in his eyes
and fire in his throat.

When he speaks,
like a dragon,
he exhales his truth
singeing all those who dare
come close.

A knowing fool,
I dance daringly
through the flames;

aching for a glimpse
behind a mask
he doesn’t know
that he still wears.
How much do you mean to me?
I feel I should explain
In the only way
That I know how
So I'm writing once again

Without you I'm in darkness
This means - (you are my light)

Your some one I can talk to
This means - (there's no need to fight)

Your loyal, so understanding
This means-( no  need to doubt)

Your affectionate, you listen
This means- (no need to shout)

Your there through good
There through bad
Even in between
(Your my love )(my inspiration)

Hope now ?

You know.         how much you mean.
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Àŧùl
This is a thought for all the days,
Ponder upon it as the sun stays,
Even if a group of clouds plays...

Darker even than the darkest night,
Thin is the strand holding us tight,
Lighter even than the air so light..

Think of me when you're bothered,
Guess what I must've suggested,
Even as you struggle & get tired.

Think about these golden words,
Those we share & those we don't,
Saying all is something we won't..

Staying happy now in our misery,
When it is to love we're no miserly,
The love potion flows ceaselessly...
My HP Poem #421
©Atul Kaushal
**** me
ill go willingly
your smile is so lovely and suddenly you're stabbing me
allowing you to ****** me, and its alright that you're hurting me
It's the end of life and I can feel your knife
screams in the night and you can feel my fright
lips pressed to your hallow chest , you promised you'd love me best
its getting darker and blood drips like water
I can hear you cry, baby don't die
slowly filling with regret and my last breath you can never forget
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