"benn" poems
I quite like plastic sandals;
**** shaped candles;
and big assed women in my bed,
I like artistic folks n artichokes;
n piccalilli on rye bread,
I like big gay men n Tony Benn:
loud mouthed scousers and Steven Fry,
I like The small faces whisky chasers;
n come home Lassie - makes me cry
Jun 4, 2011
Jun 4, 2011 at 10:54 AM UTC
Ohh,on the moonlight fair
a ditty doth whispers
thou straws embellish
wooed with a plenty pomps
Not a wight to claim thou
Sleight to quench mine thirst
abhored to thine crown and core
whence a haggard smile jail
My gracious, none can love thee
disposed to flighty cadents
jealous lame merchants
that consumeth and benn
Thine heart heavy, hardn'd
mine virginity grabbed
Possess'd by lade vultures
Packthread for none hath mine love
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
I quite like plastic sandals,
**** shaped candles,
and big assed women in my bed,
I like artistic folks and ***** jokes
and piccalilli on rye bread,
I like big gay men and Tony Benn,
loud mouthed scousers and Steven Fry,
I like The small faces whisky chasers
and come home Lassie - made me cry.
I like the upturned curl
of ******** dog lip
the hurl and swirl
of big girl hip.
I like Bevelled slick edges
and reeaal eeaasy slopes.
chilli dip wedges
with fresh artichokes.
wanton loose wenches
and swivel hipped ******
daft dawgs and dentures
and granddad - who snores.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
Joy, shifts through my fingers, displaying true diapason
To all earth bound quality, I find truth in thw whispering wind,
Singing all true paroxysm of chaos into one binding solidarity.
For why I have benn this far? Faught this hard, Unmoved, swayed
By the pestamistic animals rotting away in this system of survival
Farther than the eye can see we run in hope of flourishing past our own beliefs.
A piviotal concept it is, runing for deeper understanding and merriment
when the amaurotic people choose to not see it was in your hands the whole time.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
Fogive me baby for being away
I had to get the money;and there were no other way
I am now not that far;just couple days voyage
I had all what he asked,but he used my age
He said I am young,too young;he ******* used my age
Sorry dear,I would ask, but you wont run away I know
I know you love me;if we run away,we live low
But I am too afraid to ask you to live low
Forgive me baby,forive me being away,far away
But most of all baby,forgive me for staying far away
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
When it comes to me I'll be ready,
I'll have a crib and a bassinet,
I'll have a picket fence and the teddies,
When it comes, it'll take a whole of me,
When it comes,
it'l be my chance,
To unravel my world and show it in the out,
Be that brave man I am inside,
Step on fear when my life's in the dark,
When it comes, it'll be a reason for every single thing I decide,
When you come,
You will never feel alone,
I know how hard it is to be stranded in the eye of a storm,
Most importantly,
I want you to know the truth,
About my ways and all my youth,
Its hard to live in a lie and learn to be good,
Whether its a son or daughter, Im waiting
I hope you come meet me soon.
-Doc. Benn W.K
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
i have been with you my life. but what i have said some day u will see me again.
you have been my life but my road never ends of journies and stories of the untold.
i promised you i would find you. when your cryes have reached the full moon and water rivers. your crys have benn there to my promise
we have drifted to long and when i see the roses in your hair i dont even know what t say.
we both have words we havent even spoke of exept your arms around me
your wisper i have found my savior
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Arise the knight in your teddy bear,
laugh at Mr Benn and Top Cat
for you want to be a soldier,
crossing swords,
crashing with all the dislikers;
fellow children finding serenity
in simplicity
but you hold rose thorns
so that they spear you
to greater deeds
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
That day we went to the beach
And you brought a suitcase
And a tie
Because you loved Mr Bean
And you loved Mr Benn
Bidderbin and Bidderben
And me and your mum
We talked about the water
The waves
Our shoes
Our trousers
Should we?
No towels or trunks
But you loved Bidderben
And you knew Bidderben was an ordinary fellow, with an ordinary life in an ordinary suburban house
But when Bidderben goes into the changing room and puts on the outfits amazing and extraordinary adventures happen
And when we turned around
Still undecided
You had transformed
Into a tiny little Bidderbin
With no clothes on
Doing your funny walks
And your ***** bouncing in the sun
Reminding us all how to have fun
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
These five plums
Are here for the week
Treat them well,
Said Clarence Benn-Bell.
The depiction of listening to 1845
Makes him feel more unborn
Than alive.
Makes him feel under milky water
Makes him feel porky and flat.
Makes him weep for his nation
And the late Mr. Drepple's Thursday hat
Has arrived at last at its destination.
His breakfast combines six morning sources.
James cannot form four of those.
Agnes took 18 historical rejects,
But the death table of April 1819
Was between a grave of kites and a stained editor of physical mouth types.
Whilst the dreaded Evidence Garden is structurally within St Autumn's torture night.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
I am brewing with silence crazily
Notas have died long since
Time is a scorpion which stings itself
Loneliness is amirror which shows myself
You are lurk in my childhood tears
Like a kite whose rope break off
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
Everyone was so right
That we must have been unfair awfully
Our fingerprints must have been
On the all of the slains collar
Blood of killed children
Must have benn on our tooth
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
There were too many innocent
We must have been most babylonian
Ah Valentina!
We could not have borned
As well as we could not have learnt to live
We would have ben a sin
İf we born again
Not much
Goodness We could have loved!
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
Murat Halici
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC