Chris Neilson Jul 2016
Attended a dinner party with poets departed
secured a place in a fantasy scenario self created
Dylan Thomas did not go gently to the event
discussion with Yeats was heaven sent

Conversation with Shakespeare was bawdy and lewd
even brawling Brendan Behan found him crude
Wordsworth wandered in as lonely as a lakeside cloud
faced with his eloquence before me I bowed

John Cooper Clarke's showing brought mouths open wide
Jim Morrison spoke, "You've broken on through to the other side!"
The Salford Bard looked dead so they let him in
as refusing him entry a gratuitous grave sin

Heaney was asked for his views on Brexit
a number was taken for dear Seamus to text it
"Here come some women poets?", exclaimed Sylvia Plath
as Browning, Dickinson and Rossetti walked up a path

When I shuffle off this mortal coil
with relics scattered in suitable soil
eternal musing with all the above
would bring evermore everlasting love
m May 31
I clench my jaw when I pray,
and I don't stop until it aches.
Only then is it that I realize
nothing pure slips through these teeth.
Popping Prozac at communion,
swallow down the savior with the blood of
---Christ, I bit down too hard again.

We know many sacraments here.
Each breath is a ritual.
Breathe in.
Hold it.
Breathe out.
Now count your sins
until you run out of stars,
and search for salvation on the edge
of each blade.
And hope to whatever god
that eternal life is just a myth;
it sounds worse than any hell
your preachers warned me about.
English Jam May 8
Drink to the woman who cared for others
Drink to the man who let her die in the gutter
Drink to those who think they have eternal youth
Drink to those who learn but don’t recognise truth
Drink to those who descend to the feet of Malkuth
Drink to those whose only wish is to hang from the roof
Drink to the liars whose only lie was that they were fine
Drink to the colours that dared to be vibrant and different from mine
Drink to the comedian whose pain is well nourished
Drink to the lover whose bruises have all flourished
Drink to the girl who doesn’t know what to believe
Drink to the guy who always feels like he has to leave
Drink to those who killed themselves to start anew
Drink to the crowd of many that thinks it’s a crowd of few
Drink to those who clean the world without a thank you
Drink to those discovering a new kind of blue
Drink to those who stand for themselves without any legs
Drink to the rich man who still stops and begs
Drink to those who worship God through death
Drink to those who don’t know they’re taking their final breath
Drink to the children who found guns way too early
Drink to the boy who was told he’s too girly
Drink to the saviour who taught peace and love
Drink to those who lived hatred to get above
Drink to the shadows who stayed carefully hidden
Drink to the people of whom the shadows were forbidden
Drink to those who dream of what came before and after
Drink to the virgins who were hurt by everyone’s laughter
Drink to the non-virgins who were put into shame
Drink to the celebrities who forgot their own name
Drink to the singer who doesn’t know what the words mean
Drink to the speaker who tells stories of things he hasn’t seen
Drink to the prisoner who builds and makes
Drink to the police officer who kills and takes
Drink to the majesties whose requests are over the top
Drink to the awkward kids who don’t know when to stop
Drink to the side of history that was never told
Drink to the heroes who eventually grew old
Drink to those who bury themselves in mountains of cocaine
Drink in the words of the liar who says it’s OK
Drink to the daydreamers lost in a drowse
Drink to the shimmering girl in a torn blouse
Drink to the society that discriminates anyone in its excess
Drink to the forgotten parade of losers, addicts and rejects
Drink to whoever sees love in the dark chapters of our books
Drink to those who are and aren’t obsessed with their looks
Drink to the new generation that abandoned its old pastiche
Drink to all who have and haven’t found their niche
Drink to the beach who had fresh scars each day
And drink to the ocean that washed the scars away

Drink, drink, drink, upon high
Raise your glass, raise your glass high

Cheers.
Ahem, copyright. And yeah, don't drink unless it's to one of these. It's a bit long-winded but i think that's all right. I hope so, anyway
She moves with
      Grace
The Gracious meeting in denial
He's the baron of beef delicious side
Reproduction picture full slide
The most
   Casual face

Met the eternal masterly
    Artist face
Saying Oh! Grace
The other side of midnight
     Mask Face
She could overjoy anyone's
Heart in the right place
    Deceiving Face

The miracle of love principles
Such skepticism could it be overjoyed realism

But a hell of a time with heavenly bliss
What a shock when he gave me my kiss
His Crooked face to longevity nose
Hiding place A-Rose

Beachy trance-set face

Highlands of Scotland,
anybody would want her
     *Joyful face


He's the baronial
Secluded caves but risky dives
The turn only If?? I
could turn back the time
The events strictly
confidential

Her apple cheeks bathing suit
He is picking her fruit
So soothing the fiddle
Tinman whistles the ladies harps

Their medieval moment's help!!!
The swords  bust to his manly chest
Sleeping Inn New castle west
Their best bedrest

The cupboards open overjoyed
invitation decorative cans
Of greens, pinks, purple passion

And flourless chocolate cakes
Powdered lips love his reaction

She was seductively awe-inspiring
The top hills of Ireland grass
vividly raised her legs
The bowl next to her
The Rose blush wines
Bare it Fruit and figs

The baronial tug of war wigs

Melodious birds the
Grand One
The thousand piano words
Overjoyed but
under the {Baronial} weather

So lordly new threads tailored
White-collared
carpenter pants
Men of the herds
She's the
Caron French boutique

There sexual desires
The creature within
Wildly mating like critiques

Her perfumes so extinct
mysteriously
Overjoyed her heart
So cultured violin strings
Dollhouse Castle to restore
With her unique touches,
he wanted more

The steps tiring like a killed deer
every muscle he could hear

Over elaborating how people are dating
With a  stamped from the very
heart  approval
But hard times such laboring
Sitting in her
overjoyed chair
His face all Scrooged
no gifts of flowers
What are the odds of this pair

Over and over again her rainbow
her sensitivity we need longevity
The  endless walls are caving in
We are not so overjoyed by
this monster garden
She had her first breakdown
Going up the
Jack and Jill Ireland hill
In the longtime what long run
Way too short
It didn't come from above

The vintage oldtimer
radios sitting
together with
family listening
so long ago
So commercialized
The crazy shows
Where do you really want to go,
you just want to shut everything off

He called her the powder puff
Waiting for the nocturnal star
Those scrubs and hot rubs shower
Over my knee-high boots so in
love cahoots

Oh! It's her
The smart student
Owl Hoot whats to boot
Eating her shepherd's pie
so lordly full lips word-me
Ireland Holy Land
of love and beauty

Overly scrupulousness
The time of blessings

But the baronial loved to be
overly entertained
And she would sit there  
Blue-blooded royal dishes
Got flushed away no wishes

Oversimplification
Like the hardest love
of multiplication
The sexual overstimulation
Over embellished
But you're still positive
overjoyed
But why did she
want to vanish

Over-programming
    Web-Face
Destroyed her
Apple jubilee computer

Spiritual Zen
Or new lover Amen
Ever touched by Ireland maidens
Like the crimson and clover
I do believe in the
Four leaf clover Face

Like the only thing she picked
were the weeds
More beauty of life and deeds
Or tons of sorrow wondering
how she
would feel tomorrow?
We will never know
Overjoyed by so many things have the beauty Ireland is amazingly beautified or everything feels unnecessary gloomy or horrified you rather pick of ripe blueberry or cherry or blackberry living like your in the castle being summoned on by the Scrooged type Baron
Reapers on my shoulders
Heart's racin in public
So much hate and secrecy
You never really know who you're dealing with
Heart's bracin for participation
While you crave my soul
What i want is already yours
And what you want is already mine
Ride away from a false sense of social shame.

Fly away from cruelty hidden behind a smile
Unbridled character with a loose tongue
I can't help it i'm just a failed product
Of all the bullshit i have dealt with
People with eyes full of jealousy
People with chests full of hate
Sat back and watch life bring out the
Devil in all those around me.

Ride away from a life of clenched teeth
Just to find a standing for myself
I put my whole damn heart into this
Giving up on dreams to get where i am
All the hours of sweat and reluctance
All built up knowing i'd never be able to achieve it
Heart's frozen but my effort blood sweat and tears
Never lie about the man i am
Given up sleep to push myself till i fell down not getting up
Stubborn to the bones only eternal rest would end my plight
Ride away all that's left is a arrow at the end of it's flight.
midst today's distress sing "praise
to Christ, deliver us from the abyss"
people trusting wholeheartedly;
through spring, summer, autumn
and winter winds blow snow and ash
sink prostrate before valor and majesty
petition sins ablution: "wash us white
with the blood of this spotless lamb
forget and cast our sins into the void"

receive the fruits of our Halleluiah's;
stand up to winds of persecution
as kings, presidents and nations rage
resurrected we confess with one voice
"Jesus Christ is our hope and deliverer,
let glory lift your name" as hosts cry "Amen
the children of God are his inheritance
Father, Son, and Spirit: One true God
by his eternal Love, we still serenade"
7 15 2018

Oranges oranges
I like oranges
Oranges oranges
How about you

Oranges oranges and maybe a mango
Oranges oranges are really cute
That vitamin c
For you and me. Its really really so so good

Oranges oranges and maybe orange juice
Oranges oranges oranges for me and you
But what about grapefruit
Grapefruit oranges oranges grapefruit to

Do you like grapefruit
Grapefruit grapefruit
Do you like oranges
Oranges oranges and grapefruit to

Fallen from the trees
Rolling to your knees
Pick em up if you please
When your done. Plant their seeds

Then watch the trees grow
Right from your window
Slowly over time
Long after these rhymes

A bountiful pleasure
That endures all the weather
Share all these fruits and veggies
For its natures gift. Lots of free food. For everybody

You just gotta help them grow
In any fields we sow
Life and nature holding hands
Like lovely eternal. Orangey wedding bands
I love fruits and vegetables
Oranges strawberries
And grapefruit juice
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