"chinless" poems - Hello Poetry

Time does me no favours. We meet sometimes Our eyes make no such connection. Time away from me freshens your face in every instance, Draw out the premature creases. The secrets we hold are nothing, now; Ill-remembered exaggerations that make life now seem that way. Almost easy. Our eyes meet sometimes. Haunted, mud-brown. If I closed my eyes and challenged you You would say they were green. I grasp at the closeness you offer me Laughing it off as my working through the problems Using it to demonstrate the changes that haven't occurred. I met you, once. I was shorter, smaller, almost bony. You were chinless, smelled of sweat and anger. Blue tee, green jacket, mud-eyes, mud-hair, mud-nails. You said hello.

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Jul 8, 2013

Jul 8, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC

blossom-yelia

Occasions

Time does me no favours. We meet sometimes Our eyes make no such connection. Time away from me freshens your face in every instance, Draw out the premature creases. The secrets we hold are nothing, now; Ill-remembered exaggerations that make life now seem that way. Almost easy. Our eyes meet sometimes. Haunted, mud-brown. If I closed my eyes and challenged you You would say they were green. I grasp at the closeness you offer me Laughing it off as my working through the problems Using it to demonstrate the changes that haven't occurred. I met you, once. I was shorter, smaller, almost bony. You were chinless, smelled of sweat and anger. Blue tee, green jacket, mud-eyes, mud-hair, mud-nails. You said hello.

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In the split of the separateness enjoyed by the desperate in their loneliness, where her highness looks down on them are the men called the building blocks. . These are the men that roll with the knocks the men who say, ******** to you. The navvies,the chavs,the spivs, they're the lads that raised up this nation, the ones we owe a due to. Whitehall wizards. The chinless and spineless in black suits are mindless and we gave them carte blanche, brought down an avalanche on our heads, these are the saintly who praise me, lie to and patronise me, politicians are slimy they remind me of worms, they take like the snakes that they are and no doubt they'll go far. We only see them as He Men,because we've been hypnotised by the old school ties, which tell even older lies I despise them all. ***** Whitehall and the mandate become the revolution before it's too late. Here in the split I don't give a **** they can all **** orf and leave me alone.

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

The blood suckers

In the split of the separateness enjoyed by the desperate in their loneliness, where her highness looks down on them are the men called the building blocks. . These are the men that roll with the knocks the men who say, ******** to you. The navvies,the chavs,the spivs, they're the lads that raised up this nation, the ones we owe a due to. Whitehall wizards. The chinless and spineless in black suits are mindless and we gave them carte blanche, brought down an avalanche on our heads, these are the saintly who praise me, lie to and patronise me, politicians are slimy they remind me of worms, they take like the snakes that they are and no doubt they'll go far. We only see them as He Men,because we've been hypnotised by the old school ties, which tell even older lies I despise them all. ***** Whitehall and the mandate become the revolution before it's too late. Here in the split I don't give a **** they can all **** orf and leave me alone.

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If it's 'in the blood' does it make things easier? does it make things good? He cogitates on the city and the invertebrates the chinless spin more spineless wonders, but wonders if he's being too cruel. The crooked and the bent the managers of the management, the rent's due and now you may wonder too is he mad? deranged? could this all be changed in the blink of a..why? Off to the right of me sit a woman in black and she may be the sign of things to come. concentration is the key to it getting 'lit' closes more doors. Someone's birthday? 'for he's a jolly good..show up and sign in and that's the way life's going. I'll be going too, but not when you're least expecting.

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Jul 6, 2018

Jul 6, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Stifles a yawn

If it's 'in the blood' does it make things easier? does it make things good? He cogitates on the city and the invertebrates the chinless spin more spineless wonders, but wonders if he's being too cruel. The crooked and the bent the managers of the management, the rent's due and now you may wonder too is he mad? deranged? could this all be changed in the blink of a..why? Off to the right of me sit a woman in black and she may be the sign of things to come. concentration is the key to it getting 'lit' closes more doors. Someone's birthday? 'for he's a jolly good..show up and sign in and that's the way life's going. I'll be going too, but not when you're least expecting.

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