"brill" poems
Look at the failure, stood over there,
The world his oyster, yet his hands are bare.
Indecisive till the end but confident on the out,
Should've dropped the pride, ended the doubt.
Look at the waster, dwinding away,
Long grown hair, ***** face on display.
Could've been somebody important,
Helped the world out, what a shame he decided to fall stout.
Look at the, deadbeat, crouching, still,
Isn't he brill,
Lifewaster.
Hello, Mirror.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
We went to the woods for a picnic
That girl was such a nitwit
She promised a lot
But all I got
Was a peck on the cheek and a biscuit
Her parents went to Rhyll
To me that sounded brill
I went to her place
All prepared (just in case)
And fed the budgie some trill
I said I've fallen for ya
Let's cuddle in the corner
She said that's nice
But tonight I might
Practise my recorder
She said it's good to share
I said I'm with you there
Then I was led
To a single bed
And loaned a teddy bear
I did my best to please her
But she was just a teaser
My money spent
My patience went
So it was time to leave her
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
There was an old person of Brill,
Who purchased a shirt with a frill;
But they said, 'Don't you wish,
You mayn't look like a fish,
You obsequious ol person of Brill?'
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I'm trying t' find my ID.
I think I'm missing it.
This thing,
This bright, shining light,
It's hiding in my blindsight.
I'm swimming in mist,
Trying t' find ... "I"
First I'm living
In my crib;
Clinging wrists.
Flitting my crib,
I'm Shy
Crying, whiny twit, missing bitty,
With stinky kids, kicking kitty.
I'm missing my crib.
I'm piling thinking bricks with big kids.
Slimy, smirking ***** hiss 'n' spit.
I'm sitting still in ill-fitting shirts,
shirking sight.
Hiding might blind ****** kids crying, "It's billy!!! Skinny **** 'n' smiling in fits.
"Try finding kind kids x"
Finding "whys" in rising minds.
My mind grinds.
I'm kicking tins, spilling drinks.
Sitting in IT,
Sir chillingly insists "it isn't "fly" spilling drinks! "Shy" brings skills. "Why" brings ills."
I'm still shy.
This crib's tiny.
Tiny minds, blind by bling.
Fit chicks with big ****
Thick ****** thinking with *****
I flit this Brit ****
Brisk flight,
I find "I"
Simply shimmying "ir(o)n lik(e) li(o)n in zi(o)n".
In Brit, I'm still shilling it,
Finding thrill in it,
Hiding 'til it lifts.
I'm brisk fixing it,
I'm hiding in drinks,
Finishing in clink.
Trying things,
High by night,
Slinking by, finding light.
Thinking "this is it!! I'm in!"
Tricky light. Light trick. Sight trick.
Lying in my mind
It's still ****
Is it?
His birth...
This child is my kid!
This brill kid!
I'M in this kid!
Big grin :D
First kid is big kid,
Mid kid is silly kid,
Quickly hitch my Miss.
Third kid. This kid, this girl is my girl.
Brill kids!
I bring my bling by flipping kids thinking bricks;
Fixing bits in thinking ink;
I'm finding it stinks.
Kids drink slick skills.
My mind chills with mind filling drills.
Kids grinding, crying spills -
"Sir, it's **** innit?
With missing mining, missing mills,
Im plying skills by filing bills."
I'm plying skills with mind pills.
Mrs "I" is criticising my id
Im minding my Ps n Qs
Biting my lip
Fists tight, shifting slightly
Slinking nightly
This is ****
Hit slight hitch
Hit BIG hitch
"'kin *****
I finish with my Mrs
Kids split 'twixt cribs.
Kids trips fix splits.
Kiss lips ***
"Night night x"
"Light?"
Click light.
Right, "night!"
I'm hiding my ills in girls.
IT pimps, swiping right.
Primp ****
Minging swill.
Fit chick.
Swift flirt.
Flirt, kiss, flirt, kiss.
Big ****
Tight slit.
Milky spit.
Wiping ****
Hiding ***** sight in mind,
I find it sticks.
I drift
Stick tight
Fighting my plight
Grin
"It's 'right"
Missing my crib
My ID
I'm finding my mind
Sticking with it
Fighting silly flirting ****
Try finding inspiring sights
My kids
My crib
My Inking
My Writing
My mind
My eye
I'm kind
I'm "I"
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
Uncertainty
I can't remember the last time we talked,
last conversation i stood and you walked,
away from my heart,
to my chest a poison dart,
lock all the doors and trash the key,
and then that there is the last of me,
toxic dagger in the night,
you'll never see the light,
the dawn of day,
is just so far away,
from the nightmare holding you,
dragging you through,
can't you hear the knell,
**** you're going down to hell,
to stitch a shattered heart,
you can't even start,
inevitable outcome,
ruined and outrun,
on route death-row,
innocence won't show,
Azure painted sky,
its about time you die,
Scarlett dyed vicinity,
in ruin for infinity,
pain from a lash,
atmosphere full of Ash,
come read this lament,
think of my heart's false content,
struck by a soul,
mindset control,
reluctant demise,
successful surprise,
undead reign,
excessive blood stain,
a brill decease.
crimson flow release,
depart my love,
holly and white dove,
an unhealthy strife,
covert peace in my life.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
What a great reptile,
A Royal Python - no less,
A serpent so dapper;
Never seen in a mess,
Non-poisonous, deaf, mute;
Except for its hiss,
It likes nothing more
Than to hug and to kiss!
Though it has no arms,
Harmless it is not,
Make no mis-snake a
Mean streak it has got,
Outside of its coils
The view is just fine,
But if invited inside
You'd be wise to decline!
Don't be enticed in
By its hypnotic stare,
For when those coils tense,
They act like a snare,
For those patterned coils;
Look brill' from without,
But lose their appeal
When wrapped
Around your snout!
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
Back stage everyone was in a huff getting ready for the show
The critics were in the balconies
The understudies waited jealously in the wings
A fresh crop of new actors were about to take the plunge
To some this was just a pit stop to fame
To others this was their big break
And to the rest it was a moment where people would chew them out and pick at all their rookie moves
The actresses eye make up so rainbow-vibrant
Like oil spots
Popping Dramamine so they'll be able to stomach the ride
The men putting brill cream in their hair
Looking like quaffed oil slicks
Like they ran their fingers down an dip stick and applied generously
They all had great, even sun tans
Melanoma was of no concern in the tanning beds
And the burnt skin was just picked away
Sunspots
Here it comes curtain call
"Places everyone"
Time for this debacle
Everyone take a lap at the salt lick for luck
Take a bow
Not a dry eye in the house
They cast recedes back stage
Crying, hugging
They congratulate each other
But now live in paranoia of what the reviews will say
The applause outside is nonstop
They're all gonna need Melatonin to sleep and end the excited squeaks
They all get in their cars
Their SUV's
4 doors
2 doors
Hummers
All terrain vehicles
Taxis
Buses
Trains
And get rest for the next show tomorrow
As I'm left here driven to madness by guilt
Because I paid off the crowd to clap and the pundits to write rave reviews
That was the act for this evening, a tor de force production
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
The weekend was great the time away was brill, I hired me a cowboy builder to make me something durable.
I turned on the lights to see such a mess with only half made structures and an old feather bed.
I looked up and up and saw I was down a roof. So I orded one a new. A big clear dome to be set up on top.
Stepping around dodging dirt, earth and such. What a lovely site to see it just scatted as such. The rains had been bad, hitting long, hard and fast but lucky for me as my pond was now topped.
I looked around and thought ''hey this place would look good if I set up a ball'' , so out came my disco set, lights. Whistles and bells galore.
As I looked ever closer I spotted thier was nests, bugs, creepy crawly things all manner of other beings living in, out and around my house.
But now my place looked good all it needed was friends, so out went the call for fun times for all. So it started with one, then two and before we knew it was brimming with tons
I woke up in bed all bruised and sore. Thinking ''what a night that was'' then I sat up and swore as I imagined the bill.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
the look at only me syndrome
is best characterized this way
everyone's attention must be
focused on the fab one's ray
his or hers motto you'll recognize
it reads don't stop looking
keep the eyes trained only
on the super one's booking
avert not your gaze from me
for me is the most brill to see
you'll see that in every view
your pupils will ever see
look at me
ain't me a striking sight to
see
look at me
you'd just have to
agree
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
Funny how we all write poems
When were feeling sad
Never when were happy
Does it mean where mad
Do you know the words of songs
That make you feel so " happy"
Or more songs that just spring to mind
Whenever you feel ******
Sad songs can never cheer you up
But they help sum up your heart
It's good to know your not alone
When you feel torn apart
Just know that pain will pass quite soon
And then you'll listen to a tune
That makes you fall in love again
So sure you'll never feel that pain. Again.
But you will. That's the thrill. And it's brill
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
the letter R is a letter
which commands recognition
all focus on the R letter's
elevated position
who would dare avert
eyes away from R's shine
every facet of R borders
on the divine
A, B, C, etc aren't of
R's lofty standing
they're all prone to
silly grandstanding
the letter R is in a league
ever so brill
nothing can equal
R's overkill
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
Let me ask you one more time,
do you like your life in brine,side by side inside those tins where you can't even stretch your fins?
Oh sardine ,sardine,don't be so mean answer if you will or I shall switch my love for you, off to that shoal of brill.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
Airy, airy
Light,
Lightest.
Alone,
Alonest,
But not lonely.
I feel mischievous
And full of the courage to do something about it.
I am royal.
I am a laugh and a half.
I'm mental,
In the best of ways.
Ask me why I'm smiling.
And I'll tell you as my fingers graze against your flesh.
I'm invincible
In my little dress made of red lace.
Call me crazy cause I am.
But I won't let you rain
On my holiday.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Your sleepy times rest
on my sofa
as I want to wake you
for another ace chat
but your snooze set form
suggests that is that.
Have a good Land Of Nod and in your tranquil most chill;
sweet steady self for more of your brill.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
I really feel ***** I hope there's something **** in the park
Under the moonlight, some loose women lurking in the dark
You see a car, there's a few people trying to make it
They try to squeeze, one by one right between her thighs
****** surprise
'Cause this thrilling, thrilling night
And no ones gonna stop me from ******* a good **** tonight
You know its thrilling, thrilling night
Your waiting for your turn inside a, slushy, ***** tonight, yeah
You hear a **** squelch, and realise
That someone's up her ***
You get your **** hard, and wonder if your ever getting some
You try to move, and hope that this is good fornication
And all the while, there's a fellow up her nice behind
Your watching him grind
'Cause this is thrilling, thrilling night
There's always second chances ******* the **** who's had forty *****
(Thrilling, thrilling night)
Your still waiting for your turn inside a, cushy, ***** tonight
Nice features temp you, her **** on show and wet slits on parade
There's no escaping the jaws of her used **** this time.
(It's open wide)
This is the time for your ride
Your in her hot **** you've finally got your ridged **** inside
filled with mens *** making it easier for your **** to slide
Now is the time, for you and I to **** each other together (yeah)
you've been ****** tonight, I don't really mind where other guys have been
I'm just to keen
This is thrilling, thrilling night
Cause I can fill you more than any fool could even if they try
(Thrilling, thrilling night)
So let me **** you right and share a sagging, ******** slagging, tagging, here tonight
'Cause this is thrilling, thrilling night
Girl, I can thrill you more than any fool could even if they try
(Thrilling, thrilling night)
I hope your **** is tight and share a slagging, ********
I hope it's thrilling tonight
Wankers cross the park land
Hoping she will lend a hand
They know she is to ****** good
She's been around the neighbourhood
And whoever she has ******
The blokes ***** she's also ******
And she don't care if the guys smell
She'll **** them and think what the hell
It's gonna be brill tonight
Ooh, baby
I'm gonna drill you tonight
Oh, darling
I'm gonna thrill you tonight
Ooh, baby
I'm gonna spill you tonight
Oh, darling
Thrilling night
The women's legs are in the air
The **** of forty ***** men
And grizzly blokes in her womb
Are plunging in when there is room
And though they like to **** away
There body's start to quiver
Cos none of them can resist
The ***** she'd deliver
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
No rocket surgeon,
nor brain scientist called upon
but only Rudolf the red nose reindeer
solicited as psychological mentor
yes...undoubtedly countless
decades removed since queer
(not very gay at all!)
****** changing phenomena
from thine angst riddled
biological metamorphosis allows me to peer
with greater theft of mine precious youth stolen,
via piercing overbear
ring mailer daemons,
when mine tender age did near
cusp whence onset of puberty
clapped development tight as if by
a doppelganger mutineer
warp and weft of mine lifetime tapestry
mine acute perception doth lear
as threads got tightly woven
into mine casual knitwear
though pubescent phase
wrought with oppressive foresight
interwoven with jeer
ring bullying hmm...maybe thine ability
to distill self actualization
extant among interlinear
teenage stage viewable
during my youthful days, but clouded over asper
mine more vivid perspective here
from this present moment
ha...amusing insight from present perch
devoid of adolescent glare
sire re: brill grade
do lobes gleam freer,
now with insight aye ear
rate at such pitch 'ere
perfect hindsight aye declare,
yet as a much younger self
when I hapt to be a boy, acuity seemed oblivious
to perceive via sight and sound
what social cues visceral, (visual,
and audiological) seems crystal clear
revisiting non verbal
awkward teenage mutant
ninja turtle memories, that now deafeningly blare
at the threshold of ear
splitting decibels, how hard of hearing human
(nada so) subtle in retrospect, I am aware
interpersonal nuances clear as the tune
Doris Day Que será, será
did voice, a catchy air.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Test tuby...
Scientifically,
when it's all broken down
you're
1. Brill.
2. Ace.
3. Warm.
4. Welcoming.
etc,
and more;
but all I know is i'm
happy
when you're stood on the floor, next to me,
you gilde my see,
and,
If I could pick moments to be in
most of them would be
with you.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC