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i give me my lifes´ the day crowded bright and the night sumptuous.. give me my pretty wife where love at first sight bind us.. give us two souls blithe fused as light within light sweet bounteous.. let us soar and dive like content swallows might time in lost happiness.. ( and let trouble and strife bind-us the more tight like our first kiss..) give then to two one life white to white whole as stars as love unto death might break apart and ride the cosmos.. ii the jonah by james herbert a heist goes wrong and a colleage is shot.. just another debacle for our hero in a long list that has him transferred to the drug squad and east anglia.. to live in a caravan.. keep his eye on the locals and drink strong beer.. ellie his partner makes him eat and they fall in love though various tentions rise due to his troubles.. some flash backs a left baby in a toilet sadistic stuff at the orphanage.. bullies and dodgy collars his step father is strict he is an ornothologist.. there are drug related incident a dead vole a us pilot bites the farm.. some little boy thinks he can fly.. the water supply some pilfering some heavy knocks some bad lies some kitchen small potatoes but all part of mr herbert´ s charm.. a huge storm the spooky old mill a wild trip.. and regression bad men bad men.. lot´ s of struggle the raw products towed in by trawler assembled by the knights torn and a lost twin.. a monster in the flood where others die a maitre d.. a ***** salesman and his girl in a caravan the fishermen.. helicopters and victory for the forces of good.. and the jonah gone and all is light.. the end..
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
michael-john
give me my lifes ́
i give me my lifes´ the day crowded bright and the night sumptuous.. give me my pretty wife where love at first sight bind us.. give us two souls blithe fused as light within light sweet bounteous.. let us soar and dive like content swallows might time in lost happiness.. ( and let trouble and strife bind-us the more tight like our first kiss..) give then to two one life white to white whole as stars as love unto death might break apart and ride the cosmos.. ii the jonah by james herbert a heist goes wrong and a colleage is shot.. just another debacle for our hero in a long list that has him transferred to the drug squad and east anglia.. to live in a caravan.. keep his eye on the locals and drink strong beer.. ellie his partner makes him eat and they fall in love though various tentions rise due to his troubles.. some flash backs a left baby in a toilet sadistic stuff at the orphanage.. bullies and dodgy collars his step father is strict he is an ornothologist.. there are drug related incident a dead vole a us pilot bites the farm.. some little boy thinks he can fly.. the water supply some pilfering some heavy knocks some bad lies some kitchen small potatoes but all part of mr herbert´ s charm.. a huge storm the spooky old mill a wild trip.. and regression bad men bad men.. lot´ s of struggle the raw products towed in by trawler assembled by the knights torn and a lost twin.. a monster in the flood where others die a maitre d.. a ***** salesman and his girl in a caravan the fishermen.. helicopters and victory for the forces of good.. and the jonah gone and all is light.. the end..
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Look at all these wannabe gangsters Terrorising our streets That one's wearing camouflage trousers Just wait till you hear him speak 'Dems bear skills mate' 'Can you lend me fifty bar?' He sounds like he's from Los Angeles Doing time in the yard But he's not He still lives at home with his mum And his pregnant girlfriend And he's under the thumb You see them outside Tesco But they're not shopping for pesto Let's go They've seen the old bill He's known around this town For selling dodgy pills Guns, knives and slang That's what you need If you wanna be in their gang No education Just a stolen Playstation And don't forget the **** Even on a school night They're out doing speed You'll see 'em in the park With a bottle of cider Then they'll start On a poor old-timer Tracky bottoms And a Burberry hat Chav fashion Cause they think they're all that But the funny thing is They don't have a clue They don't think like Me or you They think that they're rap stars Dreaming of fast cars But they're just wankers More like 'wannabe gangsters'
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
northernpoet
Wannabe Gangsters
Look at all these wannabe gangsters Terrorising our streets That one's wearing camouflage trousers Just wait till you hear him speak 'Dems bear skills mate' 'Can you lend me fifty bar?' He sounds like he's from Los Angeles Doing time in the yard But he's not He still lives at home with his mum And his pregnant girlfriend And he's under the thumb You see them outside Tesco But they're not shopping for pesto Let's go They've seen the old bill He's known around this town For selling dodgy pills Guns, knives and slang That's what you need If you wanna be in their gang No education Just a stolen Playstation And don't forget the **** Even on a school night They're out doing speed You'll see 'em in the park With a bottle of cider Then they'll start On a poor old-timer Tracky bottoms And a Burberry hat Chav fashion Cause they think they're all that But the funny thing is They don't have a clue They don't think like Me or you They think that they're rap stars Dreaming of fast cars But they're just wankers More like 'wannabe gangsters'
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Her nervous laugh is the ***** of a champagne glass he does not care she has no brains he worries about his tie asks her to confess she never loved Tom showing off his wealth built on the sand grains of dodgy business & deceit & brick of bravado a siren, she has called his heart to sail to her across the years all to end in a gunshot by a pool
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
dreams-of-sepia
Gatsby & Daisy
Her nervous laugh is the ***** of a champagne glass he does not care she has no brains he worries about his tie asks her to confess she never loved Tom showing off his wealth built on the sand grains of dodgy business & deceit & brick of bravado a siren, she has called his heart to sail to her across the years all to end in a gunshot by a pool
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Father could reprogram all six billion of us if He felt the  need, anytime In fact that's exactly what He did at Babel when our dodgy one-accord threatened to bring the end nearer than the six millenniums of earthtime He'd allocated for us to seek His truth He even re-wired Balak for a minute to hear his donkey speak and think of the Assyrians that fled when He caused four lepers to sound like a mighty mercenary army coming to rescue Jerusalem YHWH is omnipotent, like it not The reason He's not 'interfering' right now is simply because His plan is dead on time He intends to blow the chaff from  His wheat The true wheat, His remnant that stays faithful (through Revelations and the mark) will form a new constitution when Yeshua returns for a thousand years of peace on earth You may think "Oh I'll wait and see if it's true, like, if the two witnesses really die and then rise again in three days" Problem with that approach is simple You could be brainwashed before then The neurophone is widely used today Think of 911, why Bush isn't impeached and read surveillanceissues.com Those of us who really care will continue to bug you and **** your spirit Hopefully you'll make the right choice and refuse the mark of the beast Consider these things while there's time 'After me the storm' won't cut it There are less than three short years to go * Gen 6:3 And Jehovah said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, in his erring; he is flesh. Yet his days shall be a hundred and twenty years. The 120 years referred to here in fact represent 120 jubilees, or 6000 years (2000 from Adam to the flood, 2000 from the flood to Yeshua and 2000 from Yeshua till 2017)
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Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 2:37 AM UTC
pcbzzzt
Who's in charge here ?
Father could reprogram all six billion of us if He felt the  need, anytime In fact that's exactly what He did at Babel when our dodgy one-accord threatened to bring the end nearer than the six millenniums of earthtime He'd allocated for us to seek His truth He even re-wired Balak for a minute to hear his donkey speak and think of the Assyrians that fled when He caused four lepers to sound like a mighty mercenary army coming to rescue Jerusalem YHWH is omnipotent, like it not The reason He's not 'interfering' right now is simply because His plan is dead on time He intends to blow the chaff from  His wheat The true wheat, His remnant that stays faithful (through Revelations and the mark) will form a new constitution when Yeshua returns for a thousand years of peace on earth You may think "Oh I'll wait and see if it's true, like, if the two witnesses really die and then rise again in three days" Problem with that approach is simple You could be brainwashed before then The neurophone is widely used today Think of 911, why Bush isn't impeached and read surveillanceissues.com Those of us who really care will continue to bug you and **** your spirit Hopefully you'll make the right choice and refuse the mark of the beast Consider these things while there's time 'After me the storm' won't cut it There are less than three short years to go * Gen 6:3 And Jehovah said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, in his erring; he is flesh. Yet his days shall be a hundred and twenty years. The 120 years referred to here in fact represent 120 jubilees, or 6000 years (2000 from Adam to the flood, 2000 from the flood to Yeshua and 2000 from Yeshua till 2017)
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***I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it I am hardly religious I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest And yes, I have all of the usual objections To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer But I still really like it I'm looking forward to Christmas Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I don't go in for ancient wisdom I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy I get freaked out by churches Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy And yes I have all of the usual objections To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions, Are taught to externalise blame And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong But I quite like the songs I'm not expecting big presents The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me Cos I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun*** **And you, my baby girl My jetlagged infant daughter You'll be handed round the room Like a puppy at a primary school And you won't understand But you will learn someday That wherever you are and whatever you face These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world My sweet blue-eyed girl And if, my baby girl When you're twenty-one or thirty-one And Christmas comes around And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home You'll know what ever comes Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum Will be waiting for you in the sun Whenever you come Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum We'll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Darling, when Christmas comes We'll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Waiting for you in the sun Waiting for you... Waiting...** ***I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know...***
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC
sa-sa-ra
~White Wine In The Sun ~~Tim Minchin -lyrics
***I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it I am hardly religious I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest And yes, I have all of the usual objections To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer But I still really like it I'm looking forward to Christmas Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I don't go in for ancient wisdom I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy I get freaked out by churches Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy And yes I have all of the usual objections To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions, Are taught to externalise blame And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong But I quite like the songs I'm not expecting big presents The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me Cos I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun I'll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun*** **And you, my baby girl My jetlagged infant daughter You'll be handed round the room Like a puppy at a primary school And you won't understand But you will learn someday That wherever you are and whatever you face These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world My sweet blue-eyed girl And if, my baby girl When you're twenty-one or thirty-one And Christmas comes around And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home You'll know what ever comes Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum Will be waiting for you in the sun Whenever you come Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum We'll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Darling, when Christmas comes We'll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Waiting for you in the sun Waiting for you... Waiting...** ***I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know...***
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I came along to your garden, to see your chillies growing Unaware of what laid in wait, or what was really showing There stood a glass a lidded drink, familiarity of knowing If that's what I think it is, I don't want it overflowing Do my eyes forsake me, is that a fluid from the body Is that froth of a good beer, or from a head that's shoddy Does it look like what it is, a very dodgy toddy! Ghoulish drinks will turn you green, like Goblins are in Noddy What the hell you thinking off, with water that's distilled It smells like the local gents, so it should not be spilled I don't mind a special brew, but this time I'm not thrilled Unusual cocktails are okay, but not ones you have filled Aren't beverages supposed to be, refreshing and thirst quenching ? You say that it's good to drink, but really it's gut wrenching An endless supply you may have, but it should be toilet drenching Don't ever make a wankers drink, by using a fist clenching You wouldn't want this drink on tap, it defies imagination It's just the same as a lady, drinking her own ************ It maybe the water of life, but it's just urination Aqua vitae is not my idea, of a real drink designation Even just the thought of it, makes me feel sick and hazy To drink a glass of this stuff, you must be ******* crazy Well talk about recycling, or are you just bog lazy Is Harvey Denton related, or do you live in Royston Vasey People like to drink sometimes, is there something I have missed You seem to have your own ideas, but with a certain twist A brand new meaning you have brought, to getting yourself ****** Golden showers are one thing, but that's when your sexually kissed There's one thing I'd like to know, so what do you say Why do you think that drinking **** will keep the germs away It cant be very good for you, it's an inside body spray Your just drinking toilet water, hay Jay are you ****** today ?
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
kirk
Hay Jay, are you ****** today?
I came along to your garden, to see your chillies growing Unaware of what laid in wait, or what was really showing There stood a glass a lidded drink, familiarity of knowing If that's what I think it is, I don't want it overflowing Do my eyes forsake me, is that a fluid from the body Is that froth of a good beer, or from a head that's shoddy Does it look like what it is, a very dodgy toddy! Ghoulish drinks will turn you green, like Goblins are in Noddy What the hell you thinking off, with water that's distilled It smells like the local gents, so it should not be spilled I don't mind a special brew, but this time I'm not thrilled Unusual cocktails are okay, but not ones you have filled Aren't beverages supposed to be, refreshing and thirst quenching ? You say that it's good to drink, but really it's gut wrenching An endless supply you may have, but it should be toilet drenching Don't ever make a wankers drink, by using a fist clenching You wouldn't want this drink on tap, it defies imagination It's just the same as a lady, drinking her own ************ It maybe the water of life, but it's just urination Aqua vitae is not my idea, of a real drink designation Even just the thought of it, makes me feel sick and hazy To drink a glass of this stuff, you must be ******* crazy Well talk about recycling, or are you just bog lazy Is Harvey Denton related, or do you live in Royston Vasey People like to drink sometimes, is there something I have missed You seem to have your own ideas, but with a certain twist A brand new meaning you have brought, to getting yourself ****** Golden showers are one thing, but that's when your sexually kissed There's one thing I'd like to know, so what do you say Why do you think that drinking **** will keep the germs away It cant be very good for you, it's an inside body spray Your just drinking toilet water, hay Jay are you ****** today ?
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Always a man to believe, Always a man to dream a dream, Always a man it seems and it seems Always a man he breaks out, Takes his chance Always a man. Always a man significant, Always a man he's brave and decent, Always a man who haves and havenots, Favours his chances Always a man Always a man who believe's that he can't, Always a man a deep thinker then shalt, Always a man in no shadow of doubt Always a man pours out sensible, Learns his rights Always a man. Always a man a gambler he can, Always a man lived life and he won, Always a man risk, twist, stick craps up his tricks, Always a man watches his mind all about, A beat to his dance Always a man. Always a man Sinatra he sang, Always a man with a dodgy plan, Always a man that's for sure, Always a man short sharp ponders out, In any circumstance Always a man. Always a man peaceful and proud, Always a man targets his pay, Always a man working harder each day, Always a man in with a shout, To no shadow of a doubt Always a man. Always a man he drinks lemonade, Always a man look what he made, Always a man with his masquerade, Always a man with his dollar and bill Send him on as Always a man, Always a man not paid what to do, Always a man to figure a fool, Always a man safe safe and he saved Always a man in an ocean of shout. Sailing calms a human Always a man. Always a man with a God given skill, Always a man with a will and a will, Always a man who leads a private suitcase, Always a man with a bit of clout, Then angel shy silence 'Always a man' Doctors Orders. O'Reily@21082014
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
oreilyegan
Doctors Orders
Always a man to believe, Always a man to dream a dream, Always a man it seems and it seems Always a man he breaks out, Takes his chance Always a man. Always a man significant, Always a man he's brave and decent, Always a man who haves and havenots, Favours his chances Always a man Always a man who believe's that he can't, Always a man a deep thinker then shalt, Always a man in no shadow of doubt Always a man pours out sensible, Learns his rights Always a man. Always a man a gambler he can, Always a man lived life and he won, Always a man risk, twist, stick craps up his tricks, Always a man watches his mind all about, A beat to his dance Always a man. Always a man Sinatra he sang, Always a man with a dodgy plan, Always a man that's for sure, Always a man short sharp ponders out, In any circumstance Always a man. Always a man peaceful and proud, Always a man targets his pay, Always a man working harder each day, Always a man in with a shout, To no shadow of a doubt Always a man. Always a man he drinks lemonade, Always a man look what he made, Always a man with his masquerade, Always a man with his dollar and bill Send him on as Always a man, Always a man not paid what to do, Always a man to figure a fool, Always a man safe safe and he saved Always a man in an ocean of shout. Sailing calms a human Always a man. Always a man with a God given skill, Always a man with a will and a will, Always a man who leads a private suitcase, Always a man with a bit of clout, Then angel shy silence 'Always a man' Doctors Orders. O'Reily@21082014
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I've Been TRULY SURPRISED ... !!! In Fact ... " MESMERISED " ....... !!!! By The ... Volume of People ... Who Tell Themselves Lies ... !!! These Acts I Believe ... Give Liars ... " Relief " ... But Liars Are FOOLS ... Who Simply ... AREN'T Cool ... !!! And People Like These ... Know NOT What They Do ... ?!? In Fact That's NOT TRUE ... !!!! But Does Give You Some Clues ... On Why These FAKE People ... Don't Have ... SHINY Shoes ... !!! They Walk In A Mire ... of .... " Liars for Hire " .... They Claim The Good Life ... But Are NOT Richard Briers ... ?!? They DO ... Make Me Laugh ... !!! But They AIN'T Richard Pryor ... !!!! Their ... " Devilish Ways " ... Will Earn Them ... " HELLS' FIRE " ... !!!! This Thing Has NO COLOUR ... !!! A Liar's ... A LIAR ... !!!!! But That ISN'T ME ... !!! Try ... Tapping My Wire ... !!! "IT ISN'T JUST WHITES ! YES BLACKS DO IT TOO !" To Think It's One Culture ... Is Really .... " NOT COOL " .... !!! DON'T BE ... " A Fool " ... !!! You're Lying To ... YOU ... !?! To Think That ... " Your Creed " .. Has Always Been ... " True " ... It's Time To Move On ... And Give You Some Proof ... That ... Loved Ones You Have ... May Just ... TAINT Your View ... !!! Those Who You Feel ... Would NOT ... Lie To You ... Does Your Family ... ? Have A ... GENUINE Crew ... ?!? Or Do You Have Relatives ... ? Being .... UNTRUE ... ?!? ... Who ... Travel Through Time ... WITHOUT ... " Doctor Who " ... !!! Their Ship Is UNStabLE ... Their Life Is .... " A Fable " .... Kind of Like Guys ... Who Sell ... " DODGY CABLE " ... !!! Yeah ... Funny I Know ... But ... Who's At YOUR Table ... ?!? ROCKING ... Your Cradle ... !?! I'll ... Give You A Choice .... These Two ... Cain or Abel ... ??? Marriage Is Something ... To Give You ... MORE Clues ... That ... LOVE Is A Word ... That ... GOOD LIARS Use ... !!!!! DON'T ... Get It Confused ... This ... LOVE Thing's ABUSED ... By Liars Who ... USE It ... To Get Some ... NEW Shoes ... !!! It's Money ... You See ... That Gives Liars GLEE ... !!! Emotions Get Played With ... Right To ... " Pregnancy " ... !!! LOVE Is A ... GREAT THING ... !!!! When Given For FREE ... !!!!! But MANY Now USE IT ... To ... Fulfil Their Greed ... Just Look At Divorce Rates ... Or ... Watch Your TV ... I Really ... DON'T Care ... If You ... Don't Want To See ... !!!!! THE TRUTH Is This Simple ... It's .... REALITY .... !!!!! We All May ... Fall Victim ... of Those Who Proceed ... To ..."Hide Who They Are" ... Behind LIES ... That They Feed ... They're ... LYING To You ... And ... LYING To Me ... !!! Some of These People ... .... Recite Poetry .... !!! Some of These People ... Are Rappers ... BELIEVE ... !!! They Really Don't Know ... ? What It Is To ... " Emcee " ... ? This Is A MASTER ... of .... " Ceremonies " .... These Are TRUE POETS ... Like ..... " Talib Kweli " ..... or Maybe THIS NAME ... ? The Brother ... " Big V " ... ?!? Or A Guy Called ... BIG VIRGE ... !?! Okay I Mean .... ME .... !!!!! A Man Who Speaks TRUTH ... In This Here .... " Poetry " .... I DON'T Want To Be ... Above ... Humility ... !!!!!! I Just Want To See ... More ... TRUE Poetry ... That SHUNS Foolish Pride ... And Liars Who Feed ... On ... " Poetic Liars " ... These ... " Fictional Writers " ... Just Write For THEMSELVES ... To Earn A .... " FAST BUCK " .... From .... " Media Wealth " .... PLEASE OPEN Your Eyes ... Let TRUTH Be Your Guide ... Cos' It Really AIN'T Wise ... To Have A ... FAKE Guise ... !!!!! REMEMBER This Poem .... ... " Don't Tell Yourself Lies !!! " ...
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
big-virge
"Don't Tell Yourself Lies" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 24/6/2005
I've Been TRULY SURPRISED ... !!! In Fact ... " MESMERISED " ....... !!!! By The ... Volume of People ... Who Tell Themselves Lies ... !!! These Acts I Believe ... Give Liars ... " Relief " ... But Liars Are FOOLS ... Who Simply ... AREN'T Cool ... !!! And People Like These ... Know NOT What They Do ... ?!? In Fact That's NOT TRUE ... !!!! But Does Give You Some Clues ... On Why These FAKE People ... Don't Have ... SHINY Shoes ... !!! They Walk In A Mire ... of .... " Liars for Hire " .... They Claim The Good Life ... But Are NOT Richard Briers ... ?!? They DO ... Make Me Laugh ... !!! But They AIN'T Richard Pryor ... !!!! Their ... " Devilish Ways " ... Will Earn Them ... " HELLS' FIRE " ... !!!! This Thing Has NO COLOUR ... !!! A Liar's ... A LIAR ... !!!!! But That ISN'T ME ... !!! Try ... Tapping My Wire ... !!! "IT ISN'T JUST WHITES ! YES BLACKS DO IT TOO !" To Think It's One Culture ... Is Really .... " NOT COOL " .... !!! DON'T BE ... " A Fool " ... !!! You're Lying To ... YOU ... !?! To Think That ... " Your Creed " .. Has Always Been ... " True " ... It's Time To Move On ... And Give You Some Proof ... That ... Loved Ones You Have ... May Just ... TAINT Your View ... !!! Those Who You Feel ... Would NOT ... Lie To You ... Does Your Family ... ? Have A ... GENUINE Crew ... ?!? Or Do You Have Relatives ... ? Being .... UNTRUE ... ?!? ... Who ... Travel Through Time ... WITHOUT ... " Doctor Who " ... !!! Their Ship Is UNStabLE ... Their Life Is .... " A Fable " .... Kind of Like Guys ... Who Sell ... " DODGY CABLE " ... !!! Yeah ... Funny I Know ... But ... Who's At YOUR Table ... ?!? ROCKING ... Your Cradle ... !?! I'll ... Give You A Choice .... These Two ... Cain or Abel ... ??? Marriage Is Something ... To Give You ... MORE Clues ... That ... LOVE Is A Word ... That ... GOOD LIARS Use ... !!!!! DON'T ... Get It Confused ... This ... LOVE Thing's ABUSED ... By Liars Who ... USE It ... To Get Some ... NEW Shoes ... !!! It's Money ... You See ... That Gives Liars GLEE ... !!! Emotions Get Played With ... Right To ... " Pregnancy " ... !!! LOVE Is A ... GREAT THING ... !!!! When Given For FREE ... !!!!! But MANY Now USE IT ... To ... Fulfil Their Greed ... Just Look At Divorce Rates ... Or ... Watch Your TV ... I Really ... DON'T Care ... If You ... Don't Want To See ... !!!!! THE TRUTH Is This Simple ... It's .... REALITY .... !!!!! We All May ... Fall Victim ... of Those Who Proceed ... To ..."Hide Who They Are" ... Behind LIES ... That They Feed ... They're ... LYING To You ... And ... LYING To Me ... !!! Some of These People ... .... Recite Poetry .... !!! Some of These People ... Are Rappers ... BELIEVE ... !!! They Really Don't Know ... ? What It Is To ... " Emcee " ... ? This Is A MASTER ... of .... " Ceremonies " .... These Are TRUE POETS ... Like ..... " Talib Kweli " ..... or Maybe THIS NAME ... ? The Brother ... " Big V " ... ?!? Or A Guy Called ... BIG VIRGE ... !?! Okay I Mean .... ME .... !!!!! A Man Who Speaks TRUTH ... In This Here .... " Poetry " .... I DON'T Want To Be ... Above ... Humility ... !!!!!! I Just Want To See ... More ... TRUE Poetry ... That SHUNS Foolish Pride ... And Liars Who Feed ... On ... " Poetic Liars " ... These ... " Fictional Writers " ... Just Write For THEMSELVES ... To Earn A .... " FAST BUCK " .... From .... " Media Wealth " .... PLEASE OPEN Your Eyes ... Let TRUTH Be Your Guide ... Cos' It Really AIN'T Wise ... To Have A ... FAKE Guise ... !!!!! REMEMBER This Poem .... ... " Don't Tell Yourself Lies !!! " ...
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Two blocks up , I am in a different country Land Rover solves the dodgy directions The movie bar in Calacoto feels like home Wood fire outside smoky smoking area Drink fuels the inside outside conversation An almost Irish pub mix of entrepreneur and Adventurer and lawyer and endless talk Between pizza and passion is the fire of love Four hours to wake up call ends the night As midnight curfew calls the others home.
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
ian-beckett
Risky Business
Two blocks up , I am in a different country Land Rover solves the dodgy directions The movie bar in Calacoto feels like home Wood fire outside smoky smoking area Drink fuels the inside outside conversation An almost Irish pub mix of entrepreneur and Adventurer and lawyer and endless talk Between pizza and passion is the fire of love Four hours to wake up call ends the night As midnight curfew calls the others home.
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Intense eyes, a majestic eagle,                  circling high, is the air she carries, a samba dancer luscious, who strikes                     blow after blow with her belly button, central stage always is hers                    a bird of pray elegant on the look out, the heightened awareness from                    a sense of clear danger present, is the reward she assures,                  to him every minute for being her escort. Rub her right, rub her wrong,                       find what it would bring was his itch the eagle woman conceals nothing,                      keeps her eyes keen, wide open, her mind a radar, focused on                     what is to happen the moment next, from mid air like a missile she swoops down,                     stand still for a moment and then strikes, she is on her prey, but he has                       slipped away, at the precise moment. Both are in awe of each other, but smiles,        on the dance floor they are glued to each other, he now plans a daring plot,                  named "The sword of Damocles" she is of two minds, love this game,                     finds him fitting the bill, yet the bird of prey awaits time for the next raid                         "He is made of dainty stuff".
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
k-balachandran
The eagle woman and her dodgy man dance Samba
Intense eyes, a majestic eagle,                  circling high, is the air she carries, a samba dancer luscious, who strikes                     blow after blow with her belly button, central stage always is hers                    a bird of pray elegant on the look out, the heightened awareness from                    a sense of clear danger present, is the reward she assures,                  to him every minute for being her escort. Rub her right, rub her wrong,                       find what it would bring was his itch the eagle woman conceals nothing,                      keeps her eyes keen, wide open, her mind a radar, focused on                     what is to happen the moment next, from mid air like a missile she swoops down,                     stand still for a moment and then strikes, she is on her prey, but he has                       slipped away, at the precise moment. Both are in awe of each other, but smiles,        on the dance floor they are glued to each other, he now plans a daring plot,                  named "The sword of Damocles" she is of two minds, love this game,                     finds him fitting the bill, yet the bird of prey awaits time for the next raid                         "He is made of dainty stuff".
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Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans Thugs with Pens Hell-bent; not on cultism Just airing the other sentiments That don’t make it to primetime Thugs with pens Not poking out eyes Just venting spleen Sick of the lies Thugs with pens Deserve to be heard They don’t poison your brain With stacks of ***** Thugs with pens And aerosol cans Can change your mind In ******* time Thugs with pens Can make a dent They don’t need to insert Un-readable, un-interesting Covert small print.... Thugs with pens Don’t need no script writers Or advisors nor signatories Witnesses, nor dodgy men With gold plated fountain pen nibs To make amends Or throw in no hidden clauses That secretly **** your life blood Thugs with pens Don’t aim to pierce your skin But make their mark Deeper within Thugs with pens And aerosol cans Completely uncensored champions of free speech The establishment want suppressed, silenced, deleted; terminated. Thugs with pens And aerosol cans don’t Schedule meetings To fix the minutes And schedule another meeting And keep ‘minutes’ As square angled And unproductive As formal conversation Thugs with pens Aim venomous ink At headless politicians That squawks like chickens Bending over For the ************* Bank-beefing corporations, Controlling the masses With ***** little catchphrases And mounds of munitions And illegally enforced restrictions On your movement and free expression Honest men Have nothing to fear From Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans These “thugs” seek asylum From countries Where the law’s Not bought and bent Thugs with pens & aerosol cans Are made to wear monikers and masks Thugs with pens Don’t turn on its own Neighbours and citizens To perpetuate myths: A ****** ************* lie… A thing that never happened! (That’s for all of you dumb wits out there Who believe most of the **** That’s drip fed Your sensation addicted minds Most of the time,) Time you started reading between the lines In fact get a pen Or an aerosol can Write your own lines Start broadcasting Reclaim your space Before you’re completely neoned Into the shade And corralled under the spell Of a TV screen Or an anger raising headline That conducts the flow Of the status quo Load up your magazines With ball point pens And sharp edged writing nibs, Strap on a belt of aerosol cans Reclaim your right to free expression In public spaces Join the rag-tag army Of intuitive Self-knowing men The End: is well begun, George Orwell Should never have written That blueprint, ‘1984’
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
kieran-conway
Thugs with Pens
Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans Thugs with Pens Hell-bent; not on cultism Just airing the other sentiments That don’t make it to primetime Thugs with pens Not poking out eyes Just venting spleen Sick of the lies Thugs with pens Deserve to be heard They don’t poison your brain With stacks of ***** Thugs with pens And aerosol cans Can change your mind In ******* time Thugs with pens Can make a dent They don’t need to insert Un-readable, un-interesting Covert small print.... Thugs with pens Don’t need no script writers Or advisors nor signatories Witnesses, nor dodgy men With gold plated fountain pen nibs To make amends Or throw in no hidden clauses That secretly **** your life blood Thugs with pens Don’t aim to pierce your skin But make their mark Deeper within Thugs with pens And aerosol cans Completely uncensored champions of free speech The establishment want suppressed, silenced, deleted; terminated. Thugs with pens And aerosol cans don’t Schedule meetings To fix the minutes And schedule another meeting And keep ‘minutes’ As square angled And unproductive As formal conversation Thugs with pens Aim venomous ink At headless politicians That squawks like chickens Bending over For the ************* Bank-beefing corporations, Controlling the masses With ***** little catchphrases And mounds of munitions And illegally enforced restrictions On your movement and free expression Honest men Have nothing to fear From Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans These “thugs” seek asylum From countries Where the law’s Not bought and bent Thugs with pens & aerosol cans Are made to wear monikers and masks Thugs with pens Don’t turn on its own Neighbours and citizens To perpetuate myths: A ****** ************* lie… A thing that never happened! (That’s for all of you dumb wits out there Who believe most of the **** That’s drip fed Your sensation addicted minds Most of the time,) Time you started reading between the lines In fact get a pen Or an aerosol can Write your own lines Start broadcasting Reclaim your space Before you’re completely neoned Into the shade And corralled under the spell Of a TV screen Or an anger raising headline That conducts the flow Of the status quo Load up your magazines With ball point pens And sharp edged writing nibs, Strap on a belt of aerosol cans Reclaim your right to free expression In public spaces Join the rag-tag army Of intuitive Self-knowing men The End: is well begun, George Orwell Should never have written That blueprint, ‘1984’
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increasing the yield potential of a crop has been the aim of Monsanto with great efficiency this company has hit on a jackpot it holds a monopoly on agricultural products yet Monsanto are selling a very dodgy line of seeds the cornmeal and wheat has not a taste which is truly sweet people must become educated in what they eat the Monsanto Company don't tell of adverse findings about products that it vends they bring many cancers which affect men women and children we all want a wholesome loaf of bread one that hasn't had it wheat genetically tampered with we all deserve clean and unadulterated food on our plates to decrease those ever rising cancer rates Monsanto is a company who cares little for our health Monsanto is a company who has only an interest in making profits and wealth
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
ElizabethSquires
Making Wealth
increasing the yield potential of a crop has been the aim of Monsanto with great efficiency this company has hit on a jackpot it holds a monopoly on agricultural products yet Monsanto are selling a very dodgy line of seeds the cornmeal and wheat has not a taste which is truly sweet people must become educated in what they eat the Monsanto Company don't tell of adverse findings about products that it vends they bring many cancers which affect men women and children we all want a wholesome loaf of bread one that hasn't had it wheat genetically tampered with we all deserve clean and unadulterated food on our plates to decrease those ever rising cancer rates Monsanto is a company who cares little for our health Monsanto is a company who has only an interest in making profits and wealth
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Some where he sits or gorily sleeps The blank stare behind a rigid cut Eyes of a seductive Mongoloid Offering nothing for the poison of the sea The arbitrary swirls of mechanical time pieces Add  heavy track to this an already shady beat all the While A reproduction of some Germanic doll Shrinks smaller into the keyholes of his frontal lobe A pleasant amnesia of the purist kind This anglo doll she is now just a capsized pin Her black and white knee socks mold into a geosed canvas Ready to be re-painted with all the emotions he has left What if I told you I loved you? By the stairs with the works of post-modern misunderstanding But it will be just a whisper of shear for the racket builds upward The spinning mechanics joined by the school busses stopping forever Yes that statement of old is clearly devoid Merrily a swallow’s anthem An absurd tangent of malfeasance Almost a monosyllabic destruction Only some misshapen coke spoons remain As well asthe hands of a man who is much safer out of bed The saline was much too dodgy And the sheets…..Well they were never clean
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:11 AM UTC
sparkles-asparagus
Modesty in Sickened porcelain
Some where he sits or gorily sleeps The blank stare behind a rigid cut Eyes of a seductive Mongoloid Offering nothing for the poison of the sea The arbitrary swirls of mechanical time pieces Add  heavy track to this an already shady beat all the While A reproduction of some Germanic doll Shrinks smaller into the keyholes of his frontal lobe A pleasant amnesia of the purist kind This anglo doll she is now just a capsized pin Her black and white knee socks mold into a geosed canvas Ready to be re-painted with all the emotions he has left What if I told you I loved you? By the stairs with the works of post-modern misunderstanding But it will be just a whisper of shear for the racket builds upward The spinning mechanics joined by the school busses stopping forever Yes that statement of old is clearly devoid Merrily a swallow’s anthem An absurd tangent of malfeasance Almost a monosyllabic destruction Only some misshapen coke spoons remain As well asthe hands of a man who is much safer out of bed The saline was much too dodgy And the sheets…..Well they were never clean
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I have always loved you. I imagine us 30 years down the road. I am massaging your shoulders, relieving knots. Life gets me in knots too. I've put the kettle on I have my own key now so I come and go as I please like the old friend I've become. I feed your cat when you go away at weekends. Smelling your pillow Remembering you at 40. Your dressing table as I pictured it. I have my own family now but I met you 10 years before I met my wife. I rode the wave of your smile, came crashing down the day you announced you'd met someone, holding out for the real thing. For; I was just a boy, what could I deliver apart from newspapers and the odd dodgy innuendos? you laughed at tossing your hair. Humouring me but, Never letting on that you cared. I slip away every second night when the second hand rests between the 8 and the 9 and it is quarter to 10. I am on my way to see you. We play cards and toast a drink into midnight. Sometimes I reach for your delicately aged hand twiddling with your rings, knowing mine would have been the sparkly one. But not a patch on you. We lock eyes for around a minute, My throat is dry. Telepathically I tell you I have always loved you. Whether you are 45 or 75 I will always love you.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
mybarefootdrive
I Will Always Love You
I have always loved you. I imagine us 30 years down the road. I am massaging your shoulders, relieving knots. Life gets me in knots too. I've put the kettle on I have my own key now so I come and go as I please like the old friend I've become. I feed your cat when you go away at weekends. Smelling your pillow Remembering you at 40. Your dressing table as I pictured it. I have my own family now but I met you 10 years before I met my wife. I rode the wave of your smile, came crashing down the day you announced you'd met someone, holding out for the real thing. For; I was just a boy, what could I deliver apart from newspapers and the odd dodgy innuendos? you laughed at tossing your hair. Humouring me but, Never letting on that you cared. I slip away every second night when the second hand rests between the 8 and the 9 and it is quarter to 10. I am on my way to see you. We play cards and toast a drink into midnight. Sometimes I reach for your delicately aged hand twiddling with your rings, knowing mine would have been the sparkly one. But not a patch on you. We lock eyes for around a minute, My throat is dry. Telepathically I tell you I have always loved you. Whether you are 45 or 75 I will always love you.
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originally it reads as: **** i am drunk: do sudoku drunk!           what a ****** x x x     x x x     x x x x 7 6     x 5 9     3 x x   x x 8     x 7 x     x 1 x x x 2     x 1 x     x 5 x x x x     3 x 7     1 2 x 1 6 9     x 2 x     x x x x x x     4 x 1     7 8 x 9 4 x     7 x x     x 6 x x 5 x     6 x x     x x x       now i really want to learn something, but i don't seem to want to... the end result? 3 1 5  8 4 6  9 7 2 2 7 6  1 5 9  3 4 8 4 9 8  2 7 3  5 1 6 7 3 2  9 1 8  6 5 4 5 8 4  3 6 7  1 2 9 1 6 9  5 2 4  8 3 7 6 2 3  4 9 1  7 8 5 9 4 1  7 8 5  2 6 3 8 5 7  6 3 2  4 9 1...     bu there's a narrative to mind... the        ) game,         half an hour's worth of game after inserting the first six -                     (a                       b) matrixes -              the theta-phi debate crosswords and blind-spots - but the narrative goes like this: a.   7                          1       1                          5      )       x 7       1              2                                     "zooming in with a nibbled into 6", b. 5 |  5            7            1            x        x  2  x            x            x            x                        c. 2nd 5                           6 x x  4 x 1  7 8 x (5) d. 1st 5           5 x x  4 x 1  7 8 x           9 4 x  7 x x  x 6 x          x 5 x  6 x x  x x x                               e. x x x         x x 2              x x x                                   x 7 6    |   x x x    |        9 4 x                                   x x 8         1 6 9              x 5 x f. x x x    x 5 9    x 7 x    x 1 x               x 5 x    3 x 7    5 2 x    4 x 1    7 x 5               7 8 5    6 x x                (more than or haczyk, or háček             a hook: in saying: oi! geezer! traffic that 'un!                              but still more than or less than in Copernican lingua? dunno... well: that's two smokin' barrels' worth of info for the inauguration - 'cos' pretty face over 'ere was half a wit's know-churn off a ***** 'now what i mean?' they necessarily say it in sprechen glutton Danzig so you look smart, and not like some artful dodgy podger:               n'es pas?                             twinkle tweezer **** oi right and that ****** off came with the touch of a knuckle: 'cos' i wasn't preaching trigonometry: nor was i ******* kidding.                down the east end they call us Vlad-sodden impaler imperialistic -          after the little debacle we 'av a laugh and drink a bottle of *****           then we do the rickety chance of engaging in baptismal fire with the Jamaicans - or so you know. *well, wouldn't you believe it, look how far being called vermin gets ya!* all the way to Buckingham Palace me says!          and some dared to say: ransack Sicily. blah ha ha... your's a tongue on the leash! g.    x - 4? / 3?        5        7        1        x - 4?        2        x        x        x                          h.  6 2 x  4 x 1  7 8 5                               6 2 x  4 9 1  7 8 5                               6 2 3 4 9 1  7 8 5 (breakthrough point!) i. 7       x       1       5       2       x                j. x 7 6  1 5 9  3 x x k. 7                  l. 7                   m. 7     x                     x                         4     1                     1                         1     5                     5                         5     2                     2                         2     x                     3                      3     8                     8                         8     6                     6                         6     9                  9                         9 n. 6 2 3  4 9 1  7 8 5     9 4 x  7 8 5 x 6 x     x 5 x  6 x x  x 1 x          o. 6 2 3              9 4 x             8 5 x                                     p. 6 2 3              4                                        9 4 1     |    7                                        8 5 7           6            the 1st square:      6 2 3                                 9 4 1                                 8 5 7.     2nd square:                             x          x                             3          x                             x          x                             x          x                             1          x                             x          x                             7          5        9 4 1        2 6 3        7 8 5;                        q. square no. 2 anti linear: 4 9 1                               4 9 1 7 8 5              : / v.          7 8 5 6 x x                               6              ergo                       4 9 1                       7 8 5                       6 3 2                                              3rd square:     7 8 5                        7 8 5     2 6 3         |             2 6 3     x 9 x                        x 9 1.... subsequently: 8 5 7 6 3 2 4 9 1   hence: 1 6 9 5 2 x x 3 7        ": 1 6 9 5 2 4 8 3 7        ": 2 7 6 1 5 9 3 4 8          (interlude): 4 x 8 x 7 x x x(?)                                       r. x                        s. 7 3 2                2                           x x x                4                           1 6 9:           3                7                                             2                x                                                4                1                                                7                6                                               5                9                                                1                8                                                6                                                                  9                                                                  8 t. 1          then:      1      7                           7      x                           9      3                           3      x                           8      6                           6      2                           2      4                           4      5                           5   then     7 3 2                5 8 4                1 6 9           then 5 8 4  3 6 7  1 2 9           then 4                2                     5                  9                     7                  8                       1                  3                     6       u. 7 3 2  x 1 x  x 5 4 then              6 5 4              9 1 8                1 2 9         |     3 6 7                8 3 7                5 2 4 then               6                9                3                 8                             8 4 6                 7                              1 5 9                 4                              2 7 3                 1                 5                 2 v. then 3 1 x  8 4 6  x 7 2   then 3 1 5  8 4 6 9 7 2 0 then the crescendo:                                   9 7 2                                   3 4 8                                   5 1 6         !
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
sushi dough: sudoku narrative drunk
originally it reads as: **** i am drunk: do sudoku drunk!           what a ****** x x x     x x x     x x x x 7 6     x 5 9     3 x x   x x 8     x 7 x     x 1 x x x 2     x 1 x     x 5 x x x x     3 x 7     1 2 x 1 6 9     x 2 x     x x x x x x     4 x 1     7 8 x 9 4 x     7 x x     x 6 x x 5 x     6 x x     x x x       now i really want to learn something, but i don't seem to want to... the end result? 3 1 5  8 4 6  9 7 2 2 7 6  1 5 9  3 4 8 4 9 8  2 7 3  5 1 6 7 3 2  9 1 8  6 5 4 5 8 4  3 6 7  1 2 9 1 6 9  5 2 4  8 3 7 6 2 3  4 9 1  7 8 5 9 4 1  7 8 5  2 6 3 8 5 7  6 3 2  4 9 1...     bu there's a narrative to mind... the        ) game,         half an hour's worth of game after inserting the first six -                     (a                       b) matrixes -              the theta-phi debate crosswords and blind-spots - but the narrative goes like this: a.   7                          1       1                          5      )       x 7       1              2                                     "zooming in with a nibbled into 6", b. 5 |  5            7            1            x        x  2  x            x            x            x                        c. 2nd 5                           6 x x  4 x 1  7 8 x (5) d. 1st 5           5 x x  4 x 1  7 8 x           9 4 x  7 x x  x 6 x          x 5 x  6 x x  x x x                               e. x x x         x x 2              x x x                                   x 7 6    |   x x x    |        9 4 x                                   x x 8         1 6 9              x 5 x f. x x x    x 5 9    x 7 x    x 1 x               x 5 x    3 x 7    5 2 x    4 x 1    7 x 5               7 8 5    6 x x                (more than or haczyk, or háček             a hook: in saying: oi! geezer! traffic that 'un!                              but still more than or less than in Copernican lingua? dunno... well: that's two smokin' barrels' worth of info for the inauguration - 'cos' pretty face over 'ere was half a wit's know-churn off a ***** 'now what i mean?' they necessarily say it in sprechen glutton Danzig so you look smart, and not like some artful dodgy podger:               n'es pas?                             twinkle tweezer **** oi right and that ****** off came with the touch of a knuckle: 'cos' i wasn't preaching trigonometry: nor was i ******* kidding.                down the east end they call us Vlad-sodden impaler imperialistic -          after the little debacle we 'av a laugh and drink a bottle of *****           then we do the rickety chance of engaging in baptismal fire with the Jamaicans - or so you know. *well, wouldn't you believe it, look how far being called vermin gets ya!* all the way to Buckingham Palace me says!          and some dared to say: ransack Sicily. blah ha ha... your's a tongue on the leash! g.    x - 4? / 3?        5        7        1        x - 4?        2        x        x        x                          h.  6 2 x  4 x 1  7 8 5                               6 2 x  4 9 1  7 8 5                               6 2 3 4 9 1  7 8 5 (breakthrough point!) i. 7       x       1       5       2       x                j. x 7 6  1 5 9  3 x x k. 7                  l. 7                   m. 7     x                     x                         4     1                     1                         1     5                     5                         5     2                     2                         2     x                     3                      3     8                     8                         8     6                     6                         6     9                  9                         9 n. 6 2 3  4 9 1  7 8 5     9 4 x  7 8 5 x 6 x     x 5 x  6 x x  x 1 x          o. 6 2 3              9 4 x             8 5 x                                     p. 6 2 3              4                                        9 4 1     |    7                                        8 5 7           6            the 1st square:      6 2 3                                 9 4 1                                 8 5 7.     2nd square:                             x          x                             3          x                             x          x                             x          x                             1          x                             x          x                             7          5        9 4 1        2 6 3        7 8 5;                        q. square no. 2 anti linear: 4 9 1                               4 9 1 7 8 5              : / v.          7 8 5 6 x x                               6              ergo                       4 9 1                       7 8 5                       6 3 2                                              3rd square:     7 8 5                        7 8 5     2 6 3         |             2 6 3     x 9 x                        x 9 1.... subsequently: 8 5 7 6 3 2 4 9 1   hence: 1 6 9 5 2 x x 3 7        ": 1 6 9 5 2 4 8 3 7        ": 2 7 6 1 5 9 3 4 8          (interlude): 4 x 8 x 7 x x x(?)                                       r. x                        s. 7 3 2                2                           x x x                4                           1 6 9:           3                7                                             2                x                                                4                1                                                7                6                                               5                9                                                1                8                                                6                                                                  9                                                                  8 t. 1          then:      1      7                           7      x                           9      3                           3      x                           8      6                           6      2                           2      4                           4      5                           5   then     7 3 2                5 8 4                1 6 9           then 5 8 4  3 6 7  1 2 9           then 4                2                     5                  9                     7                  8                       1                  3                     6       u. 7 3 2  x 1 x  x 5 4 then              6 5 4              9 1 8                1 2 9         |     3 6 7                8 3 7                5 2 4 then               6                9                3                 8                             8 4 6                 7                              1 5 9                 4                              2 7 3                 1                 5                 2 v. then 3 1 x  8 4 6  x 7 2   then 3 1 5  8 4 6 9 7 2 0 then the crescendo:                                   9 7 2                                   3 4 8                                   5 1 6         !
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Running the gauntlet down Midchester Road, A veritable suburb of Gleethorpes City, You pass a line of house-castles Of the well to do. But don’t be fooled By what you see, For I know someone Who lives there. And he will tell you, Of bountiful gardens Stripped bare And concreted over So that families can park their fleets Of expensive cars. See those conservatory extensions And widened pavements. A lady poses, Doing her best To emulate the Kardashians. Money attracts No end of thugs And dodgy dealers: Swarming parasitic wasps Around the honey *** Nights of drunken revellers From the local pub: Swaying from trees And kicking cans about. Boy racers tearing down the road, Music systems booming With a mindless Moronic drumming. “Where has reality gone?” asks My despairing friend. They have their money Their riches, Expensive toys But few of them are Happy. What happened to “Goodness” and virtue And dreams of Utopia? Where are the heroes Inventors and creators? Instead we have a world of celebrity, In which true talent – even genius Is ignored and undervalued. “Where are we going?” my friend exclaims. Things get worse and worse, The world all in reverse. For it’s “Unreal City”, Far from pretty. So have a think, Don’t let yourself sink Even further into the mire. Just get real, You know the deal, It’s you I’m trying to inspire. Paul Butters © PB 2\8\2019 (with help from a bloke who lives in such a place. Same town as me).
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
paul-butters
Unreal City
Running the gauntlet down Midchester Road, A veritable suburb of Gleethorpes City, You pass a line of house-castles Of the well to do. But don’t be fooled By what you see, For I know someone Who lives there. And he will tell you, Of bountiful gardens Stripped bare And concreted over So that families can park their fleets Of expensive cars. See those conservatory extensions And widened pavements. A lady poses, Doing her best To emulate the Kardashians. Money attracts No end of thugs And dodgy dealers: Swarming parasitic wasps Around the honey *** Nights of drunken revellers From the local pub: Swaying from trees And kicking cans about. Boy racers tearing down the road, Music systems booming With a mindless Moronic drumming. “Where has reality gone?” asks My despairing friend. They have their money Their riches, Expensive toys But few of them are Happy. What happened to “Goodness” and virtue And dreams of Utopia? Where are the heroes Inventors and creators? Instead we have a world of celebrity, In which true talent – even genius Is ignored and undervalued. “Where are we going?” my friend exclaims. Things get worse and worse, The world all in reverse. For it’s “Unreal City”, Far from pretty. So have a think, Don’t let yourself sink Even further into the mire. Just get real, You know the deal, It’s you I’m trying to inspire. Paul Butters © PB 2\8\2019 (with help from a bloke who lives in such a place. Same town as me).
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City almost done now, the fun somehow has left these streets, but weary feet are tramping home, sick to death and weary to the bone. Rtoseberry avenue postcode EC1 and then it's gone. Clerkenwell green, scene of many unpleasantries leaves me and on to St John's street and more city feet. Old street not paved with gold except for the elite and more weary feet tramping on. It's the end of another day and the city always had its way with the few and the lucky ones escaped by bus, not us, we went hobo on the city street, tramps and dodgy people, feet so sore and where if when we look to see the Shoreditch box park know we are not far or free of Hackney and the night falls dark across me. I do I do Said twice, but in my heart I knew it wasn't so. I go because I must've been and seen it all before and though I know it's rotten to the core it draws me like a magnet and I am being trawled by some megaline or dragnet. The streets beat me down and the pirates in this ***** town have stolen me away, just another bedtime story written underneath the evening stars and just another ending of the day.
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
john-edward-smallshaw
55 bus route ( tubeless blues)
City almost done now, the fun somehow has left these streets, but weary feet are tramping home, sick to death and weary to the bone. Rtoseberry avenue postcode EC1 and then it's gone. Clerkenwell green, scene of many unpleasantries leaves me and on to St John's street and more city feet. Old street not paved with gold except for the elite and more weary feet tramping on. It's the end of another day and the city always had its way with the few and the lucky ones escaped by bus, not us, we went hobo on the city street, tramps and dodgy people, feet so sore and where if when we look to see the Shoreditch box park know we are not far or free of Hackney and the night falls dark across me. I do I do Said twice, but in my heart I knew it wasn't so. I go because I must've been and seen it all before and though I know it's rotten to the core it draws me like a magnet and I am being trawled by some megaline or dragnet. The streets beat me down and the pirates in this ***** town have stolen me away, just another bedtime story written underneath the evening stars and just another ending of the day.
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DURING THIS VISIT I am a layman laid up with a very dodgy ankle that winced about Paris for almost a week with every footaghhhhhhhfall. Now it's the A&E; for me. The electronic noticeboard flashes up its what nots faster than I can scan. I barely catch CQC Good( shadow )Rating. Two wheelchairs (peopleless) chat about the this of that typical wheelchair chit-chat. A portable X-ray machine pretends to be a giraffe. "oooooOOOOK...we are going to get Geoff the Giraffe to have a look at that!" The child smiles through the pain. The screen peppers me with possibilities. Extremely likely? Neither Likely nor Unlikely? Etc., etc., etc. My mind opts for a simple I Don't Know. "Breast." says the screen." "Max Fax & Orthodontics." "Re-hab shouldn't be boring!" A questionnaire asks me to think. Big mistake. I start to think. Pain & Boredom turns these hospitalised facts ( what ever they mean? ) into a something only my brain can understand. "And now, straight in at No.! with a fantastic new single it's... ...Max Fax & The Orthodontics with the glorious bouncy BREAST!" "MORTALITY by The Upper Quartile falls down one place to No. 2!" My shadow is feeling very poorly at this instant in time. Hasn't even bothered to turn up. There goes my good (shadow)rating. I think I'll switch to silhouette instead. I practice my Ogham. SAT 4 APRIL says the clock. It's hands joined together in prayer. I switch off my mind & float down stream.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
donall-dempsey
WE WOULD LIKE YOU TO THINK ABOUT YOUR EXPERIENCE IN THE A&E DEPARTMENT
DURING THIS VISIT I am a layman laid up with a very dodgy ankle that winced about Paris for almost a week with every footaghhhhhhhfall. Now it's the A&E; for me. The electronic noticeboard flashes up its what nots faster than I can scan. I barely catch CQC Good( shadow )Rating. Two wheelchairs (peopleless) chat about the this of that typical wheelchair chit-chat. A portable X-ray machine pretends to be a giraffe. "oooooOOOOK...we are going to get Geoff the Giraffe to have a look at that!" The child smiles through the pain. The screen peppers me with possibilities. Extremely likely? Neither Likely nor Unlikely? Etc., etc., etc. My mind opts for a simple I Don't Know. "Breast." says the screen." "Max Fax & Orthodontics." "Re-hab shouldn't be boring!" A questionnaire asks me to think. Big mistake. I start to think. Pain & Boredom turns these hospitalised facts ( what ever they mean? ) into a something only my brain can understand. "And now, straight in at No.! with a fantastic new single it's... ...Max Fax & The Orthodontics with the glorious bouncy BREAST!" "MORTALITY by The Upper Quartile falls down one place to No. 2!" My shadow is feeling very poorly at this instant in time. Hasn't even bothered to turn up. There goes my good (shadow)rating. I think I'll switch to silhouette instead. I practice my Ogham. SAT 4 APRIL says the clock. It's hands joined together in prayer. I switch off my mind & float down stream.
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Maybe it's just the first time doing ******* in order to expand my horizons; gain perspective in great company and knowing full well the moreish nature, as it has been purported, of such a vice; but, you know what they say: "When in Rome..." but lest ye forget; "Do or do not, there is no try" all the while still maintaining moderation, partially by habit and partially by force, for there is said to be no such thing as quality in that regard from whence I come. and thus, as if by providence, "When in Rome.." So, 'twixt that personally groundbreaking experience plus lots of Caffeine and Alcohol in some haphazard alchemical combination helped Reno to be a good-ass time on Halloween after playing a sweet-ass Rock Bar with some sweet-ass bands. And, to boot, having not slept, this morning was a rude non-awakening, as well as an ominous first day of November, what with the LAX shooting; our roadie and I watched it as it unfolded with repetitive loops of footage and dodgy claims with more qualifiers than actual substantial language; but the Media is just doing it's job as usual; play on sensationalism especially for ratings; okay if profitable. Needless to ******* say, it's been a crazy ******* day. Needless to ******* say, it may be a crazy ******* month.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
Anubis-the-Philosomancer
Reno (When in Rome)
Maybe it's just the first time doing ******* in order to expand my horizons; gain perspective in great company and knowing full well the moreish nature, as it has been purported, of such a vice; but, you know what they say: "When in Rome..." but lest ye forget; "Do or do not, there is no try" all the while still maintaining moderation, partially by habit and partially by force, for there is said to be no such thing as quality in that regard from whence I come. and thus, as if by providence, "When in Rome.." So, 'twixt that personally groundbreaking experience plus lots of Caffeine and Alcohol in some haphazard alchemical combination helped Reno to be a good-ass time on Halloween after playing a sweet-ass Rock Bar with some sweet-ass bands. And, to boot, having not slept, this morning was a rude non-awakening, as well as an ominous first day of November, what with the LAX shooting; our roadie and I watched it as it unfolded with repetitive loops of footage and dodgy claims with more qualifiers than actual substantial language; but the Media is just doing it's job as usual; play on sensationalism especially for ratings; okay if profitable. Needless to ******* say, it's been a crazy ******* day. Needless to ******* say, it may be a crazy ******* month.
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as soon as she sees it she wants it is entitled to it while she is stealing it she begins elaborate lie everybody knows if she truly wants it she has means everybody knows she is gorgeous movie actress celebrity starlet awesome accessory genius she convinces herself she did not steal it the darling delicate chain with finely crafted handcuff clasp and accompanying key she wears it effortlessly just another imperial trifle hanging around her exquisite throat she has no idea how it got there she may have a drug problem a little dizzy even careless but she is no thief what with her magnificent beauty idyllic body prominent discography why would anyone accuse her she is submerged in deep denial why with so much to lose and absolutely nothing but tiny shimmering embellishment to gain why do tell would anyone point a finger at her she probably wasn’t even ever there at that dicey store she never tried on the astronomically overpriced bling it may have been her dodgy handlers or stylist’s suspect mismanagement and subsequent loan hypothesis she is positively not a thief it’s too insignificant an item to squabble about a mere gold necklace the whole incident ridiculously overblown cruel in fact she hates the miserable paltry piece of jewelry here take it back she insists it never graced her illustrious neck if anything perhaps a cheap ploy by Venice Beach shop to enhance it’s value oh the genuine necklace that she stole
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Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 12:12 PM UTC
michael-reid-rubenstein
LiLo
as soon as she sees it she wants it is entitled to it while she is stealing it she begins elaborate lie everybody knows if she truly wants it she has means everybody knows she is gorgeous movie actress celebrity starlet awesome accessory genius she convinces herself she did not steal it the darling delicate chain with finely crafted handcuff clasp and accompanying key she wears it effortlessly just another imperial trifle hanging around her exquisite throat she has no idea how it got there she may have a drug problem a little dizzy even careless but she is no thief what with her magnificent beauty idyllic body prominent discography why would anyone accuse her she is submerged in deep denial why with so much to lose and absolutely nothing but tiny shimmering embellishment to gain why do tell would anyone point a finger at her she probably wasn’t even ever there at that dicey store she never tried on the astronomically overpriced bling it may have been her dodgy handlers or stylist’s suspect mismanagement and subsequent loan hypothesis she is positively not a thief it’s too insignificant an item to squabble about a mere gold necklace the whole incident ridiculously overblown cruel in fact she hates the miserable paltry piece of jewelry here take it back she insists it never graced her illustrious neck if anything perhaps a cheap ploy by Venice Beach shop to enhance it’s value oh the genuine necklace that she stole
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#1 | 31 Poems for August 2016 Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first. Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down. She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown. I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana. Sitting in the local park or standing on some dodgy neighbourhood corner. But I can’t judge them, sometimes I want to get lost in those same clouds too. They all get so high to the point where they cannot even see the ground. I’m from the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms, but I’ve told you before. Spoken words filled with so much truth, I had to reiterate the quotes I wrote back in my youth. You need to know the value of life before it gets taken away from you. Will you be a victim of the past or pay homage to your mother’s womb? View the kaleidoscope of life through the perspective of a spoken-word poet. Freedom and love are like finding forever and I hope that everyone in my life knows it. Let’s all meet in the pages of a story where the ink always holds us together. Every poem of mine is written from the heart so every single word you hear is guaranteed to be a pulse. I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana. Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first. Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down. She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown. I’m Lonnie Lynn with the poetry and maybe that explains why we have a lot in common.
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
kaleidoscope-prhyme
August Art Atmosphere
#1 | 31 Poems for August 2016 Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first. Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down. She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown. I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana. Sitting in the local park or standing on some dodgy neighbourhood corner. But I can’t judge them, sometimes I want to get lost in those same clouds too. They all get so high to the point where they cannot even see the ground. I’m from the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms, but I’ve told you before. Spoken words filled with so much truth, I had to reiterate the quotes I wrote back in my youth. You need to know the value of life before it gets taken away from you. Will you be a victim of the past or pay homage to your mother’s womb? View the kaleidoscope of life through the perspective of a spoken-word poet. Freedom and love are like finding forever and I hope that everyone in my life knows it. Let’s all meet in the pages of a story where the ink always holds us together. Every poem of mine is written from the heart so every single word you hear is guaranteed to be a pulse. I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana. Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first. Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down. She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown. I’m Lonnie Lynn with the poetry and maybe that explains why we have a lot in common.
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knitted on a dodgy bobble hat or a favourite chunky jumper from scandanavia, or yorkshire untasteful but definitely practical.. smelly and friendly like a wet dog pliable like warm playdoh... patulioi oil will always remind me of you... 'a hippy place in my heart...' like a beachnut, no, a beach hut shelves littered with the flotsam of our throwaway society, flip flop corner... 19:10 some random hermit crab making his escape from the dripping bundle of just found fishing net down through the crack in the floor... into the sand and back to the sea. the moths and midges gravitate towards the fossils and rock shelf because that's where the gaslamp gently hisses. suncracked and faded pieces of 70's buckets and spades flicker in the corner between the scraps of rope and the deflated inflatables and the bottlecap damian hurst next to sea purse corner, biological tendrils contrasting the ever stoic rubber ducks who escaped from the pacific gyre... panning around, the smartphone registers, the garish tatty windbreak and the 90's ghettoblaster which still has some juice left from those batteries we bought at the gift shop... last year... for our imaginary beach hut.... in the outer hebrides...? you take the camping gaz from the cupboard and put the kettle on... the beach is desert island white the sea azure like a gaudy 70's postcard the wind tugging relentless through our hair. but the pub is warm and friendly where grizzled fishermen philosophise hardily. by the fire. between warming shots of smokey single malt.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
stuart-harris
all right love
knitted on a dodgy bobble hat or a favourite chunky jumper from scandanavia, or yorkshire untasteful but definitely practical.. smelly and friendly like a wet dog pliable like warm playdoh... patulioi oil will always remind me of you... 'a hippy place in my heart...' like a beachnut, no, a beach hut shelves littered with the flotsam of our throwaway society, flip flop corner... 19:10 some random hermit crab making his escape from the dripping bundle of just found fishing net down through the crack in the floor... into the sand and back to the sea. the moths and midges gravitate towards the fossils and rock shelf because that's where the gaslamp gently hisses. suncracked and faded pieces of 70's buckets and spades flicker in the corner between the scraps of rope and the deflated inflatables and the bottlecap damian hurst next to sea purse corner, biological tendrils contrasting the ever stoic rubber ducks who escaped from the pacific gyre... panning around, the smartphone registers, the garish tatty windbreak and the 90's ghettoblaster which still has some juice left from those batteries we bought at the gift shop... last year... for our imaginary beach hut.... in the outer hebrides...? you take the camping gaz from the cupboard and put the kettle on... the beach is desert island white the sea azure like a gaudy 70's postcard the wind tugging relentless through our hair. but the pub is warm and friendly where grizzled fishermen philosophise hardily. by the fire. between warming shots of smokey single malt.
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Jessie is seventeen. She's still in school. Her prospects are good, her future looks bright. She likes to act cool, As long as she deceives her feelings inside. Jessie is seventeen. She makes music. It takes the strain of the words she's victim of. She writes about conflict, To try to make her life imaginary, her life without love. Jessie is seventeen. She sits at her piano. Moving her hands along the ivory keys, keeping inspired. She sometimes draws an arrow, Allowing her fingers to slice and cut on the wire. Jessie is seventeen. She likes the smell of home baking. If you cut your grass, she compliments the fresh scent. She finds perfumes totally breathtaking, When eating oranges, she takes in the aroma of each segment. Jessie is seventeen. She has sensitive teeth. Ice cream is too cold, it sends up a pain. She worries about what lies beneath, And prefers it if the taste isn't too plain. Jessie is seventeen. She sees a lot. For someone so young, she's been witness to much. She got herself caught on a dodgy plot, And uses her body, for her mind, as a crutch. Jessie was seventeen. She wanted to learn. Her prospects were good, her future is bright. Jessie was cool. She managed to decieve her feeling inside. Jessie was seventeen. She felt things inside. Society heard her cries, But did not listen to her when she tried. Now Jessie has left for a better life. Where she'll no longer need to hide. Yes, that's right, Jessie died.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
cath-williams
Jessie.
Jessie is seventeen. She's still in school. Her prospects are good, her future looks bright. She likes to act cool, As long as she deceives her feelings inside. Jessie is seventeen. She makes music. It takes the strain of the words she's victim of. She writes about conflict, To try to make her life imaginary, her life without love. Jessie is seventeen. She sits at her piano. Moving her hands along the ivory keys, keeping inspired. She sometimes draws an arrow, Allowing her fingers to slice and cut on the wire. Jessie is seventeen. She likes the smell of home baking. If you cut your grass, she compliments the fresh scent. She finds perfumes totally breathtaking, When eating oranges, she takes in the aroma of each segment. Jessie is seventeen. She has sensitive teeth. Ice cream is too cold, it sends up a pain. She worries about what lies beneath, And prefers it if the taste isn't too plain. Jessie is seventeen. She sees a lot. For someone so young, she's been witness to much. She got herself caught on a dodgy plot, And uses her body, for her mind, as a crutch. Jessie was seventeen. She wanted to learn. Her prospects were good, her future is bright. Jessie was cool. She managed to decieve her feeling inside. Jessie was seventeen. She felt things inside. Society heard her cries, But did not listen to her when she tried. Now Jessie has left for a better life. Where she'll no longer need to hide. Yes, that's right, Jessie died.
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I was doing research in Hubei Where they executed Yu, That deity soldier glorified By Buddhists, Taoists too, I sat perusing manuscripts That dated from the Ming, And came across a reference About Yu’s finger ring. A ring of gold so broad that it Would fit a peasant’s wrist, For Guan Yu was a mighty man His ring, an amethyst, Set round with groups of diamonds It was lost the day, they said, That Sun Quan had ordered them To lop off Guan Yu’s head. They lost it for a thousand years It turned up with the Ming, Was lost again in battle with That mighty force, the Qing, I’d heard it round the market place A whisper, now and then, That ring, it might have surfaced In the village of Maicheng. I scoured the streets and alleyways For signs of old antiques, Researching as I went, I walked Around the town for weeks, I found a backstreet corner shop One night, and open late, Run by a dodgy Chinaman A total reprobate. He had links to the Triads, they Would come into the shop, A shifty group of gangsters with Their stolen goods to pop, From where I sat with manuscripts Up on the second floor, I’d look straight down the staircase Watch them come in through the door. One day they brought in a bundle Tied up in a burlap sack, Threw it down on the counter, said: ‘What do you make of that?’ Fang Zhang then opened the parcel and He pulled out a giant hand, The flesh the texture of leather with A monstrous golden band. The ring was almost immoveable The hand, with fingers spread, Could grasp a maiden around the waist Or crush a warrior’s head, I held my breath as the Triad tried To disengage the thing, And all the while the diamonds flashed On that massive golden ring. Fang Zhang paid over a block of notes That looked more like a brick, There must have been a million Yuan From what I saw of it, The Triad left and I caught my breath Fang Zhang had pulled it off, He threw the hand in a ******* bin And then I left the shop. He hid the ring as I walked on through I had to get some air, I’d caught a glimpse of a famous ring, A thing I couldn’t share, They’d say it didn’t exist, that I Was dreaming, if I tried, They thought that it had been lost to view The day that Yu had died. I went back down the following day The Police were there in force, They stood out front and barred the way From normal *********** They told me through an interpreter Of the ****** of Fang Zhang, His face was black, for around his neck Was a massive, ringless hand! David Lewis Paget (Pronunciation: Guan Yu - Gwon you Hubei - Who - bay; Sun Quan - Sun Chu-arn Qing - Ching; Maicheng - My - cheng Fang Zhang - Fang Shjang (soft J))
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
david-lewis-paget
Guan Yu's Finger Ring
I was doing research in Hubei Where they executed Yu, That deity soldier glorified By Buddhists, Taoists too, I sat perusing manuscripts That dated from the Ming, And came across a reference About Yu’s finger ring. A ring of gold so broad that it Would fit a peasant’s wrist, For Guan Yu was a mighty man His ring, an amethyst, Set round with groups of diamonds It was lost the day, they said, That Sun Quan had ordered them To lop off Guan Yu’s head. They lost it for a thousand years It turned up with the Ming, Was lost again in battle with That mighty force, the Qing, I’d heard it round the market place A whisper, now and then, That ring, it might have surfaced In the village of Maicheng. I scoured the streets and alleyways For signs of old antiques, Researching as I went, I walked Around the town for weeks, I found a backstreet corner shop One night, and open late, Run by a dodgy Chinaman A total reprobate. He had links to the Triads, they Would come into the shop, A shifty group of gangsters with Their stolen goods to pop, From where I sat with manuscripts Up on the second floor, I’d look straight down the staircase Watch them come in through the door. One day they brought in a bundle Tied up in a burlap sack, Threw it down on the counter, said: ‘What do you make of that?’ Fang Zhang then opened the parcel and He pulled out a giant hand, The flesh the texture of leather with A monstrous golden band. The ring was almost immoveable The hand, with fingers spread, Could grasp a maiden around the waist Or crush a warrior’s head, I held my breath as the Triad tried To disengage the thing, And all the while the diamonds flashed On that massive golden ring. Fang Zhang paid over a block of notes That looked more like a brick, There must have been a million Yuan From what I saw of it, The Triad left and I caught my breath Fang Zhang had pulled it off, He threw the hand in a ******* bin And then I left the shop. He hid the ring as I walked on through I had to get some air, I’d caught a glimpse of a famous ring, A thing I couldn’t share, They’d say it didn’t exist, that I Was dreaming, if I tried, They thought that it had been lost to view The day that Yu had died. I went back down the following day The Police were there in force, They stood out front and barred the way From normal *********** They told me through an interpreter Of the ****** of Fang Zhang, His face was black, for around his neck Was a massive, ringless hand! David Lewis Paget (Pronunciation: Guan Yu - Gwon you Hubei - Who - bay; Sun Quan - Sun Chu-arn Qing - Ching; Maicheng - My - cheng Fang Zhang - Fang Shjang (soft J))
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those are very sharp apples. bobbing for catheters and chasms have their own parabolas   or might you think your urchin skin; the pinnacle of passive violence in the **** kingdom of your vibration in the valley of our entropy. the Either Nor'easter of our zero degrees West. Due South of Sound Reason. the locals call  " the sound " where the heads pool the dark waters of our consciousness and eddies abide beneath the radiant dirge of sweet sweet life, and  singing blue whale pods in the dodgy brush-fires of our Marianas Trench-coat Lining the vocals explode the random and un-cloaked , it disappears as phenomenal and all men seize the kelp beds of our delirium with bashful wisdom. I press my lips against your wet yes! and all this is January-nettles for jam. for all seasons.
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
third-eye-candy
Things Burn In Rhode Island ? Are You Joking ?
those are very sharp apples. bobbing for catheters and chasms have their own parabolas   or might you think your urchin skin; the pinnacle of passive violence in the **** kingdom of your vibration in the valley of our entropy. the Either Nor'easter of our zero degrees West. Due South of Sound Reason. the locals call  " the sound " where the heads pool the dark waters of our consciousness and eddies abide beneath the radiant dirge of sweet sweet life, and  singing blue whale pods in the dodgy brush-fires of our Marianas Trench-coat Lining the vocals explode the random and un-cloaked , it disappears as phenomenal and all men seize the kelp beds of our delirium with bashful wisdom. I press my lips against your wet yes! and all this is January-nettles for jam. for all seasons.
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