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"daves" poems
Daves squeeze. Waayyy below Mozart n closer to a doggy **** she's in painted toe nails of poodle dawgs; in colonic irrigation of a plastic tummy tucked clone, she's contemporaneous with minuscule **** has extraneous fat Dyson'd cyclonic Mike Tyson'd and a crows foot is botoxed - to *** **** ******* death.....death. so am I wrong to like James Blunt. am I wrong to like James Blunt. she's cut n paste n drug n dropped last seasons face has up n flopped am I - am I - am I wrong; --- to like James Blunt. she sings sour songs in cavernous bathrooms with a badly strung violin voice but smiles the smile of the fuckyoualls I'malrightjacks,,, Am I wrong..to.
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Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 8:04 AM UTC
"- Dave's squeeze -"
Daves trowel has a hickory handle, With a blade thats broader than most, It could cover the **** of a Tipperary mare Going down to the Steeplechase post. I spin it around in my palm, the trowel . . . not the horse, Its old, from a bygone age, When skill was the poor brother of force. Now its weatherbeaten and corroded, Every cut and nick still lingers, Daves trowel shines as bright as day, Im talking about my fingers.
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
Daves trowel
If you go down to Westminster today you're in for a big surprise If you can stand the stench, you will not believe your eyes For all the MPs who have lied and lied have all quit before the people uprise For this is the week that parliament collapses. ******** it time for the Blairites, who don't know who to back for their best ******** it time for the Tories, as Daves walked away from his mess The Labour deputy is such a coward and like the chancellor has lost his voice Because they realise the people no longer want them. So if you go south to parliament you best beware of knives Labour have turned into Tories and only Jezza survives. They think they can push him off a cliff, more chance of Dave being stuck in a pig The week the war came back to haunt the Blairites! But if go down to tip you hat and stand against Corbyn Beware back home they petittion to do you knees like you did his Your voters whom you have ignored and ignored are looking to throw you out the door So grab your coat and don't forget your sister!!!! But one more thing if you think this is cut and drawn Remember Farage, Boris Gove and the irritable bowel one None have so far grown a pair, they want to give someone else the blame Because half the country has changed its mind again!!!
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
The Westminster picnic
Listening to Dave Grusin, "Mountain Dance," vintage 1979. The thought strikes: "Why is it that only the Early Jazz Giants are deified? Of course, we need Chet Baker and Miles Davis in our pantheon, & Gerry Mulligan & Charlie Parker Not to mention (cue Soupy Sales: "Smack. I told you not to mention that!") Coltrane or Stan Getz. And yet, we're all getting long teeth and there's a lot more Smooth Jazz to come, Post-1950s, take Grusin, for example, or George Benson or Herbie Hancock, and What about Earl Klugh & Larry Carlton? Let's not forget Spyro Gira & The Daves: Benoit and Koz. And we would be remiss To miss Chris, young Chris, Chris - "The Whippersnapper" - Botti. But I digress.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
"Mountain Dance"
I,m serving my sentence Four weeks hard time Being unemployed Is my only crime They sent me to felling I did,nt think it was funny But I had to serve my time Or lose all my money So I turned up on my course Nervous on my first day Then I met dave Induction out the way Straight down the factory To the bottom shed Putting paper into dumpy bags Really blagged my head So I shovel people,s **** It Destroys my soul But it pays Daves mortgage And keeps 25 people off the dole Then worked on the balers Handballed cardboard and paper Got to do the boring bumpers But dave said I can do them later Might get to go out on the van Collecting people's **** But it's a break from the shovel If only for a bit Got 25 boxes To empty for Steve More ****** dumpy bags It's hard to believe The lad I started with His name was John He managed one day Now he is gone Now he,s back to the dole To see his advisor Sanctioned to pieces I would of been wiser Just keep my head down Do whatever I,m told So my lovely advisor Don,t stop my dole Done 3days now Just 25 to go No good moaning Just get on with the show It's really not so bad Shovelling people's **** And it's that kind of job We're someone's got to do it So if you don,t like shovelling **** We're you don't get paid a bob Get of your **** of the dole And get yourself a job No offence to the **** shovelers All over the land but I,m a man of verse Not a **** shovelling fan
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
Aim to recycle
I met a man in 2007 and his name was George Out side the liquor store he sang songs he loved I remember his face from another place He was gentle and kind He liked to get high We struck up a friendship He would talk sing and quote poetry I would aim my cameras and be quite knowingly He would always invite me for the game. The Riders were always part of his fame. Things were always good at the Merle Household We made videos on youtube. George liked his fame on the tube. His favourite was Cheeche and Chong and Daves not here. It has been a year now since George passed away. I miss you George. I often read your poetry I even post it on line. I hope you don't object to that. George yes you were divine.
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
His name was George
The early morning mist drifts silently across  the freshly ploughed and seeded fields,  from one ridge to the next hopping birds are seeking their routine day-break feast. Along the lane pressed in tarmac the carrion is being picked apart by hungry crows  who also keep a watchful eye  for speeding traffic and hunting foxes. The dawns early sunshine starts slowly  burning away the mist and in nearby fields  the blood red poppies awake and stand tall on their green and strong supporting stems... but in these green fields of times long past the mist was smoke and gas, the furrows craters, the seeds were shells and the crows were rats as big as cats and the carrion was  the Johns, the Daves, the Jims and Jacks...
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
Carrion