"extortionate" poems - Hello Poetry

Nina Simone, occupying ears singing about bed and dressers. Sparsely populated young couple Interrupted by saying amusements. Only two stops I know where to get off I knew to mind the gap I'm a responsible citizen Voter with a valid railcard Only two stops Purchased a ticket Only two stops I can not throw up in that time I can not clear my system of over-priced beer A niche in the market Exploited in the name of money Making let's just raise them let's charge extortionate rates for an autoimmune disease Paying to support a normal drinking culture embedded into the narrative Growing by in the western world Listening to Nina Simone Only one stop now you'd never know what life would be like Without loud pop charts entertaining a few leaving the others yearning the return of ABBA when times were simpler and people cared about Eurovision and illegal music was your own “Tickets please” He seems awfully jolly for a late night shit-shift on Arriva Trains Wales Who's making him work and why's he So ******* happy about it Real extra effort! Soul sapping in my opinion Last stop gotta get off.

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Aug 20, 2018

Aug 20, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC

RJP

Hyper-normalisation (drunk scribbles on a train)

Nina Simone, occupying ears singing about bed and dressers. Sparsely populated young couple Interrupted by saying amusements. Only two stops I know where to get off I knew to mind the gap I'm a responsible citizen Voter with a valid railcard Only two stops Purchased a ticket Only two stops I can not throw up in that time I can not clear my system of over-priced beer A niche in the market Exploited in the name of money Making let's just raise them let's charge extortionate rates for an autoimmune disease Paying to support a normal drinking culture embedded into the narrative Growing by in the western world Listening to Nina Simone Only one stop now you'd never know what life would be like Without loud pop charts entertaining a few leaving the others yearning the return of ABBA when times were simpler and people cared about Eurovision and illegal music was your own “Tickets please” He seems awfully jolly for a late night shit-shift on Arriva Trains Wales Who's making him work and why's he So ******* happy about it Real extra effort! Soul sapping in my opinion Last stop gotta get off.

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"England, ah." Green and pleasant; full of pleasant trees. Cottages of chocolate looks, from story books. Scribes from days gone by, using erstwhile language ,The Baird and Marlowe, E.A.Poe, to name but a few. Poesy of poets, all rhyming in time, in sonnets and linnets, that tweet from the trees. Towers of history, subliminal mystery. Queens and kings and royal things, of palaces and promenades. Our nation of knights, dames, ladies and gents. Tatty old flats with extortionate rents, stately, homes and messy houses. Farms of smells and beasts of burden. Of pantomime horses, and grassy race courses. Seashore and see moor. (C) LIVVI

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC

olivia-kent

MY ENGLAND

"England, ah." Green and pleasant; full of pleasant trees. Cottages of chocolate looks, from story books. Scribes from days gone by, using erstwhile language ,The Baird and Marlowe, E.A.Poe, to name but a few. Poesy of poets, all rhyming in time, in sonnets and linnets, that tweet from the trees. Towers of history, subliminal mystery. Queens and kings and royal things, of palaces and promenades. Our nation of knights, dames, ladies and gents. Tatty old flats with extortionate rents, stately, homes and messy houses. Farms of smells and beasts of burden. Of pantomime horses, and grassy race courses. Seashore and see moor. (C) LIVVI

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I crept into my soul in the profoundest night: where spectral owls honked and hooted in fickle fright and tongues rasped out sihouettes- deepening shadows crawled from ***** mouths, and love slunk around tattered skirts in imitation of fungi growths: paper covered me from head to shin when I let the shadows thin fingers in! words assembled like building blocks men in high-heels/boys in frocks. In the morning, the sun scoured my skin. I leant on the devil, standing alone, he flipped me a coin like he'd just tossed me a biscuit and a blood-red bone, as I whimpered into the mirror's torn shimmering shafts of innocence, where beauty assaulted the black-eyed crone for salutory afternoon tea, the pretty boy charging the ugly boy an extortionate fee. and the devil sang in the metronomic gloom of departed joys. I returned to my room, playing with the boys- coming intensely as the ice displayed the solitary if fashionable route to Hades. .

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC

stanley-wilkin

PRETTY BOY

I crept into my soul in the profoundest night: where spectral owls honked and hooted in fickle fright and tongues rasped out sihouettes- deepening shadows crawled from ***** mouths, and love slunk around tattered skirts in imitation of fungi growths: paper covered me from head to shin when I let the shadows thin fingers in! words assembled like building blocks men in high-heels/boys in frocks. In the morning, the sun scoured my skin. I leant on the devil, standing alone, he flipped me a coin like he'd just tossed me a biscuit and a blood-red bone, as I whimpered into the mirror's torn shimmering shafts of innocence, where beauty assaulted the black-eyed crone for salutory afternoon tea, the pretty boy charging the ugly boy an extortionate fee. and the devil sang in the metronomic gloom of departed joys. I returned to my room, playing with the boys- coming intensely as the ice displayed the solitary if fashionable route to Hades. .

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I came to your hometown team inserted in hallucinatory dreams inspired sweaty with fused realms Is it real that you stole Mona Lisa? At the heart of Louvre in 1911 Is it true that you sneaked her? was it for a muse or a lover to use? She would have viewed you sideways then make love to you at the coffee table Her beauty enthralled yours in entirely blending on easel with pencil onto a canvas Her palate would have swooned your palette Her very kiss would have paralyzed in ecstasy abducting your perpendicular in angular zones Then you framed it on Guillaume Appollinaire The poet play wright whom face you just forgot under the oath, in the sweet name of freeing art from the prisons of extortionate museums fixtures the same exhibitions holding your name and fame charging fees for a walk around the rhythm of art a melody not each an every artist will be granted You made the goddesses and then reduced them to dust Fernanda soothed the childhood nightmares to lust Olga the ballerina whom you couldn't share the assets Marie-Therese the 17year old who hang herself to death Dora Maar who fought so hard to get your affection Francoise who left law school for your immortalisation Jacqueline your passion who you wooed with a dove

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Jan 17, 2017

Jan 17, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC

SassyJ

A Malaga of Picasso with a twist

I came to your hometown team inserted in hallucinatory dreams inspired sweaty with fused realms Is it real that you stole Mona Lisa? At the heart of Louvre in 1911 Is it true that you sneaked her? was it for a muse or a lover to use? She would have viewed you sideways then make love to you at the coffee table Her beauty enthralled yours in entirely blending on easel with pencil onto a canvas Her palate would have swooned your palette Her very kiss would have paralyzed in ecstasy abducting your perpendicular in angular zones Then you framed it on Guillaume Appollinaire The poet play wright whom face you just forgot under the oath, in the sweet name of freeing art from the prisons of extortionate museums fixtures the same exhibitions holding your name and fame charging fees for a walk around the rhythm of art a melody not each an every artist will be granted You made the goddesses and then reduced them to dust Fernanda soothed the childhood nightmares to lust Olga the ballerina whom you couldn't share the assets Marie-Therese the 17year old who hang herself to death Dora Maar who fought so hard to get your affection Francoise who left law school for your immortalisation Jacqueline your passion who you wooed with a dove

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Now It Clearly Is TRUE... !!! That You Have To Be SHREWD... In The Things You PURSUE... !!! Because Many Will Take You... Down DANGEROUS Routes... !!! That Can Take You To Places... Where You Can Get Traded... By... Devious DUKES... !!! So You Cannot Confuse... The Things That You View... As Being Cool Moves... As Those That’ll Bear Fruits... That’ll Make Your Life Cool... Because Pursuing Money... Makes People Act FUNNY... !!! And Things Can Turn UGLY... And Make You Feel BLUE... !!! BEFORE You Get CLUES ... That You’re Just Being USED... By Guys Who AREN’T Buddies... Like Those In The Game... Where Fame Is What Makes... These Heads Try To Play... Your Pursuits Like Your Name... Can Be Taken In Vain... !!! Once They Have Been Paid... At... EXTORTIONATE Rates... !!! From Acting To Music... Pursuits Can Be NEUTERED... BEFORE They Take Shape... !!! So DON’T You Be FOOLED... By These Dudes Who Seem Cool... And Women Who Will Choose... To Be... QUICK To ABUSE... When It Comes To Pursuits... of Cash Flow That Is HUGE... !!! You Should Know It’s Called LOOT... Because Moves That Are Pulled... Can Lead Some Heads To Shoot... More Than Drug Addicts Do... !!! Pursuits Can Be CRUEL... And Be ARDUOUS Gruels... !!! And I DON’T Mean The Food... !!! What I’m Meaning Is Gruelling... As In YES... HARD TO DO... !!! Like It Is To Pursue... Being One Who Is Viewed... As A Gangster Whose Crew... Will Put BULLETS IN YOU... Just For Giving Bad Looks... !!! That’s Right I Mean CROOKS... Who Police Should Pursue... Who DEFINE The Word CRUEL... Who’ll Pursue Til’ Your END... !!! If You Show DISRESPECT... Or... EVER ATTEMPT... To Take Money From Them... These Are DANGEROUS Heads... Yes Both Women And Men... As Well As Some... Feds’... !!!!!!!! Whose Pursuits Lead To Deaths... And A Lot of NONSENSE... !!! Like... Shooting For JOKES... ?!? Cos’ They’re NOT Funny Folks... Just Like Joe Pesci Quotes... !!! So... What About Ho’s... ?!? Now I DON’T Pursue Those... !!! Cos They Leave Brothers BROKE... Because of The Coc’... That Some Want Up Their Nose... Just Ask... Al Pacino... !!! And That Is Not A JOKE... !!! Now Pursuing Good Women... Is What Can Bring Children... And Family Living... That’s Allied To GIVING... And LOVING... NOT Killing... !!! Pursuit of Religion... Is NOT Far From Sinning... So Don’t You Be Thinking... That It Is... Forgiving... !!! Pursue Your Own Lessons... Before Your Confessing... To Someone Whose Blessings... Are... CLEARLY DEFECTIVE... !!! Because Their Connected... To... EVIL Collectives... !!! Pursue BETTER Headings... Than Those They’re Selecting... !!! Which Leads To The Ending... of This Mental Session... of... Pursuing Letters... That Give Good Directions... As Well As Progressions... To The Message It’s Sending... !!! Which Has Left A Few Clues... About Making SMART Moves... That Simply... Say To You... To Mostly PURSUE TRUTH... !!! Because It’s GOOD To Do... And Can Help You To FUEL... ... A Life That Is COOL... !!! But DON'T You Be FOOLED... There Are Dangerous Routes... That Can Darken Your Mood... As Well As Your... World View... If You... Choose To REFUSE... To Embrace Being SHREWD... In The Things You..... ...... “ Pursue “.......

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Sep 22, 2021

Sep 22, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC

big-virge

“Pursue” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 15/3/2021

Now It Clearly Is TRUE... !!! That You Have To Be SHREWD... In The Things You PURSUE... !!! Because Many Will Take You... Down DANGEROUS Routes... !!! That Can Take You To Places... Where You Can Get Traded... By... Devious DUKES... !!! So You Cannot Confuse... The Things That You View... As Being Cool Moves... As Those That’ll Bear Fruits... That’ll Make Your Life Cool... Because Pursuing Money... Makes People Act FUNNY... !!! And Things Can Turn UGLY... And Make You Feel BLUE... !!! BEFORE You Get CLUES ... That You’re Just Being USED... By Guys Who AREN’T Buddies... Like Those In The Game... Where Fame Is What Makes... These Heads Try To Play... Your Pursuits Like Your Name... Can Be Taken In Vain... !!! Once They Have Been Paid... At... EXTORTIONATE Rates... !!! From Acting To Music... Pursuits Can Be NEUTERED... BEFORE They Take Shape... !!! So DON’T You Be FOOLED... By These Dudes Who Seem Cool... And Women Who Will Choose... To Be... QUICK To ABUSE... When It Comes To Pursuits... of Cash Flow That Is HUGE... !!! You Should Know It’s Called LOOT... Because Moves That Are Pulled... Can Lead Some Heads To Shoot... More Than Drug Addicts Do... !!! Pursuits Can Be CRUEL... And Be ARDUOUS Gruels... !!! And I DON’T Mean The Food... !!! What I’m Meaning Is Gruelling... As In YES... HARD TO DO... !!! Like It Is To Pursue... Being One Who Is Viewed... As A Gangster Whose Crew... Will Put BULLETS IN YOU... Just For Giving Bad Looks... !!! That’s Right I Mean CROOKS... Who Police Should Pursue... Who DEFINE The Word CRUEL... Who’ll Pursue Til’ Your END... !!! If You Show DISRESPECT... Or... EVER ATTEMPT... To Take Money From Them... These Are DANGEROUS Heads... Yes Both Women And Men... As Well As Some... Feds’... !!!!!!!! Whose Pursuits Lead To Deaths... And A Lot of NONSENSE... !!! Like... Shooting For JOKES... ?!? Cos’ They’re NOT Funny Folks... Just Like Joe Pesci Quotes... !!! So... What About Ho’s... ?!? Now I DON’T Pursue Those... !!! Cos They Leave Brothers BROKE... Because of The Coc’... That Some Want Up Their Nose... Just Ask... Al Pacino... !!! And That Is Not A JOKE... !!! Now Pursuing Good Women... Is What Can Bring Children... And Family Living... That’s Allied To GIVING... And LOVING... NOT Killing... !!! Pursuit of Religion... Is NOT Far From Sinning... So Don’t You Be Thinking... That It Is... Forgiving... !!! Pursue Your Own Lessons... Before Your Confessing... To Someone Whose Blessings... Are... CLEARLY DEFECTIVE... !!! Because Their Connected... To... EVIL Collectives... !!! Pursue BETTER Headings... Than Those They’re Selecting... !!! Which Leads To The Ending... of This Mental Session... of... Pursuing Letters... That Give Good Directions... As Well As Progressions... To The Message It’s Sending... !!! Which Has Left A Few Clues... About Making SMART Moves... That Simply... Say To You... To Mostly PURSUE TRUTH... !!! Because It’s GOOD To Do... And Can Help You To FUEL... ... A Life That Is COOL... !!! But DON'T You Be FOOLED... There Are Dangerous Routes... That Can Darken Your Mood... As Well As Your... World View... If You... Choose To REFUSE... To Embrace Being SHREWD... In The Things You..... ...... “ Pursue “.......

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O’ world curious traveller, Atop the Millenium bridge, I know St Paul’s is so beautiful, But try and keep an eye on your kids. O’ delicious corona, You look so divine, I’ll admit. But why are you a whole ******* tenner?! Are these guys all taking the **** O’ lost Northern bumbler, Trying ‘down saaaaaath’ for a bit, Stop standing to the left of the escalator, You're destroying the system you ***** O’ impatient young cycler, Dressed in tight lycra and **** You’re going to try and squeeze through those buses? You’re a ******** for thinking you’ll fit. O’ excited tube takers, Your theatrical energy is lit, But please stop singing in unison, All should be silent this trip. To live in this concrete jungle, You’ll pay extortionate rent for a pit, But at least you’ll be living the high-life, Oh wait? I’m poor. And depressed.

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Aug 12, 2019

Aug 12, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC

Michael_Lloyd

London

O’ world curious traveller, Atop the Millenium bridge, I know St Paul’s is so beautiful, But try and keep an eye on your kids. O’ delicious corona, You look so divine, I’ll admit. But why are you a whole ******* tenner?! Are these guys all taking the **** O’ lost Northern bumbler, Trying ‘down saaaaaath’ for a bit, Stop standing to the left of the escalator, You're destroying the system you ***** O’ impatient young cycler, Dressed in tight lycra and **** You’re going to try and squeeze through those buses? You’re a ******** for thinking you’ll fit. O’ excited tube takers, Your theatrical energy is lit, But please stop singing in unison, All should be silent this trip. To live in this concrete jungle, You’ll pay extortionate rent for a pit, But at least you’ll be living the high-life, Oh wait? I’m poor. And depressed.

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We ain’t sending Christmas cards any more! We’ve done the list and that’s it! Oh no!…There’s another one just dropped through the door. You approach it gingerly like an unexploded bomb Cautiously wondering “who the eff is it from?” “Oh no! It’s someone who’s not on the list… the ******** Or, an older relative who doesn’t ‘do’ computers.... “We don’t do computers!”... And so it bounces off them this ‘losers’ two pronged attack. like getting one in the post and not sending one back! But we definitely ain’t sending cards any more! Can’t they just send an e-card, maybe one of those Jacqui whats-her-name jobbies... with floating fairies, sleigh bell sound effects and ****** labradors too. Or bang off a picture of Santa on FaceBook, Twitter, SnapChat, Instagram…surely that will do. Oh no they’ve got to go the whole nine yards. Even if they buy ****** Poundland Cards there’s still the cost of a ****** stamp! That’s extortionate too! No… Sorry… actually not sorry... We ain’t buying OR sending cards any more! We’ll donate to charity instead - that’ll be us… It’ll be cheaper and a lot less fuss. Sponsor a neglected reindeer, maybe a redundant elf Or yeh…better still - rescue a pup. One that WAS just for Christmas then just got chucked. For me this Christmas mail-out is over - the game's definitely up! Or really… if all else fails…we’ll just buy next year’s supply in bulk from the January sales!

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Dec 6, 2020

Dec 6, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC

chrisslade

We are NOT sending cards any more!

We ain’t sending Christmas cards any more! We’ve done the list and that’s it! Oh no!…There’s another one just dropped through the door. You approach it gingerly like an unexploded bomb Cautiously wondering “who the eff is it from?” “Oh no! It’s someone who’s not on the list… the ******** Or, an older relative who doesn’t ‘do’ computers.... “We don’t do computers!”... And so it bounces off them this ‘losers’ two pronged attack. like getting one in the post and not sending one back! But we definitely ain’t sending cards any more! Can’t they just send an e-card, maybe one of those Jacqui whats-her-name jobbies... with floating fairies, sleigh bell sound effects and ****** labradors too. Or bang off a picture of Santa on FaceBook, Twitter, SnapChat, Instagram…surely that will do. Oh no they’ve got to go the whole nine yards. Even if they buy ****** Poundland Cards there’s still the cost of a ****** stamp! That’s extortionate too! No… Sorry… actually not sorry... We ain’t buying OR sending cards any more! We’ll donate to charity instead - that’ll be us… It’ll be cheaper and a lot less fuss. Sponsor a neglected reindeer, maybe a redundant elf Or yeh…better still - rescue a pup. One that WAS just for Christmas then just got chucked. For me this Christmas mail-out is over - the game's definitely up! Or really… if all else fails…we’ll just buy next year’s supply in bulk from the January sales!

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Today I found a Mouse, Shocked on my lounge floor, I don't remember inviting him in, And if there's one there must be more! I swear my cats give out free passes, To all these little mice, Or maybe they pay an entrance fee, That's of an extortionate price. But whatever their reason for being here, I wish that they would leave, Because I'm sure they'd be much happier, Outside in the shade of the trees. And if it's food that they're looking for, I don't really eat much fruit, Along with seeds, Grains, I can't grow plants, So my house isn't that enticing to tell the truth. However this little Mouse, Sat on my lounge floor, Only had half a tail, And his foot looked rather sore. So I picked him up gently, And placed him outside, In the gap between the grass and Wendy house, A safe space where he could hide. And now in the night, He visits me for little chunks of cheese, As I hear his dainty feet scatter, Along the floor to return with the breeze,

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Nov 12, 2016

Nov 12, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC

Betweenthepages

Little Mouse.

Today I found a Mouse, Shocked on my lounge floor, I don't remember inviting him in, And if there's one there must be more! I swear my cats give out free passes, To all these little mice, Or maybe they pay an entrance fee, That's of an extortionate price. But whatever their reason for being here, I wish that they would leave, Because I'm sure they'd be much happier, Outside in the shade of the trees. And if it's food that they're looking for, I don't really eat much fruit, Along with seeds, Grains, I can't grow plants, So my house isn't that enticing to tell the truth. However this little Mouse, Sat on my lounge floor, Only had half a tail, And his foot looked rather sore. So I picked him up gently, And placed him outside, In the gap between the grass and Wendy house, A safe space where he could hide. And now in the night, He visits me for little chunks of cheese, As I hear his dainty feet scatter, Along the floor to return with the breeze,

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The long and winding road. (3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long and winding road. Hostels are few and far between out here Except for those beat up Winnerbagos. Like as not those are all crack cook shops Oh yes I can see the steam from their chimney Narcotisation of a whole generation my my. Gods grace always kept me clear of all that. And a good thing too. This Life is hard ‘nough Now I really must find a place to sleep. Dusk is falling and I have a modern map We just need a couple o’clicks to get to a place I can see it in the distance neon lights flashing Now I needed a little luck and this I guess it is. Diesel and leaded gas. Three $ a litre. Oh God I have never had to pay that much ever before No well. Beggars can’t be choosers can they? Goodness not on this long and winding road Ribs gravy , maple syrup , and fresh pancakes Only room available is an extortionate $200 Anyway. I must rest still five hundred miles ... Daddy hears you Baby. I’m still on my way. !!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip November 8th 2018. Episode (3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.

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Nov 8, 2018

Nov 8, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC

philip-winchester

The long and winding road. (3)

The long and winding road. (3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long and winding road. Hostels are few and far between out here Except for those beat up Winnerbagos. Like as not those are all crack cook shops Oh yes I can see the steam from their chimney Narcotisation of a whole generation my my. Gods grace always kept me clear of all that. And a good thing too. This Life is hard ‘nough Now I really must find a place to sleep. Dusk is falling and I have a modern map We just need a couple o’clicks to get to a place I can see it in the distance neon lights flashing Now I needed a little luck and this I guess it is. Diesel and leaded gas. Three $ a litre. Oh God I have never had to pay that much ever before No well. Beggars can’t be choosers can they? Goodness not on this long and winding road Ribs gravy , maple syrup , and fresh pancakes Only room available is an extortionate $200 Anyway. I must rest still five hundred miles ... Daddy hears you Baby. I’m still on my way. !!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip November 8th 2018. Episode (3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.

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