"graeme" poems
Gave energy and time
Rose gladly to inspire.
Aiding a brother's climb
Exiting worldly mire.
Music flowed out in rhyme
Entreating to aspire.
Building box, bench or plane
Impressing with his skills.
Riding, paddling, flying
Daily seeks nature's thrills.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
As I told you already that I was Graeme Thorne in the 1950s and apart from the fact I was him for just 8 years, I had a best friend named bobby Francis who was a very ***** fellow, well back then so was I
Bobby had a teenage crush on dody Stephens who sang pink shoe laces which was bobby's fave song and I, as Graeme Thorne thought yeah she is cute and bobby bought her album over to my house and you could hear his voice twanging with the words pink shoelaces and then in 1959 bobby bought pink shoelaces which caused a bit of shock for teachers at old scots college and Greame Thorne who was me said it looks weird that my mate is wearing pink shoe laces
But bobby couldn't give a flying **** about what people were saying about him
Just listen or try and get the memory of him singing
Tan shoes and pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest hey man oh man tan shoes with pink shoelaces and a big panamol
With a purple hat band and my friend bobby sang that with the same twang as dodi Stephens
Which could be the reason why
Bobby is having a tween crush on an older 13 year old singer
I as Graeme Thorne also had a crush on dodi and both me and bobby were dodi's dory but bobby's mum got really cranky with bobby for his voice because it could be a **** voice but bobby used bad language to tell his mum to get ****** and every time we went to the local shops in Bondi beach we bought our ice creams and sat on the beach singing the dodi Stephens hit
And then two gorgeous 12 year old girls sat near us and I said
How about a bit of sugar and bobby said for you maybe but I want dodi's pink shoelaces
And I told bobby to live in the realistic years and bobby said you can talk to these girls but I like dodi ok and bobby was ************ over dodi Stephens **** body while I as Graeme Thorne went over to the 12 year old girls and started to massage their backs and thighs saying to bobby these girls are a nice *** of sugar
For my spoon and as the girls left they kissed me as greame Thorne on the lips and left thinking my friend was a bit of a **** and when we got back to bobby's house bobby played pink shoe laces very loud as well as ************ thinking dodi is a 50s fox and I toild him that those girls on the beach were **** too and bobby said yeah I agree but I plan to finish school and marry dodi and then said he was Dooley and dodi is trying to keep me safe well in 1960 I was kidnapped and killed and bobby well I will never ever know if he got it together with dodi, probably not but in my current life at the age of 22 I heard bobby's twang singing pink shoe laces as I heard it on the radio and now I listen to pink shoe laces on YouTube
She is hot
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
A bright lad called Alistair Cook
Did enjoy the occasional book,
He went out to bat,
NO - don't play at that,
They did him; line, sinker and hook.
On him I'd bet my whole house,
More like a lion than a mouse,
He bats with aplomb,
Both dainty and strong,
It can only be Andrew Strauss.
From the pavilion did Jonathan Trott,
Nervous and anxious he is not,
He'll be there for a while,
All England will smile,
And South Africa know he is hot.
Next in is the feisty KP,
His batting, the top of the tree,
Sixes so great,
They should be worth eight,
Now just stay IN for a hundred or three!
A chap from ooop north who is good,
Goes by the name of Paul Collingwood,
Gritty and tough,
We just can't get enough,
Fight as hard as him, we all should.
No more will the fear he smell,
He's been down to the gym as well,
His batting is slick,
Number six does the trick,
The crowd cheers for Ian Bell.
Swinging his bat, it's Matt Prior,
Born with iron grit, steel and fire,
If he holds each catch,
We'll win the match,
And his ranking will go much higher.
Our spinner is next, Mr Swann,
His bowling is coming on strong,
His batting is great,
Which the opposition hate,
Not to pick him much sooner was wrong.
Our tall quickie is young Stuart Broad,
His bat is a rapier like sword,
He can oft' bowl too short,
Yet the batters get caught,
And Of wicket-taking we never are bored.
James Anderson is our king of swing,
Late movement his favourite thing,
Please bowl nice and full,
Offer nothing to pull,
And just hear those stumps go 'ping'.
Graeme Onions comes in at long last,
Cannot bat but, he can bowl fast,
He makes them play,
While others may stray,
Durham long-hops a thing of the past.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:59 PM UTC
The day was for England to look solid
South Africa were happy to play slow
It turned out that England wanted squalid
Opposition gave us nowhere to go
Andrew Strauss was done in by a shooter
Jonny Trotted past a full one today
Collingwood survived ***** past his ******
Ian Bell gave us most cause for dismay
Now Kevin played nicely for a while
But Colly got out to leave us in fear
Prior left us too soon for a smile
So for Broad and Swann the plan was clear
Jimmy hit them for the SIX of the game
But for glory Graeme Swann was the name
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
Now Smithy was as angry as poo
He said Mickey, "Oi, Listen, must you!
Come here for a meeting
It'll be only fleeting
But be there by a quarter to two."
As loud as he dared
With nostrils all flared
Smith ranted and raved
Like he was depraved
No wonder Mickey was scared
He began with a deep fierce roar
And huffed like a bear that was sore
"It's not easy to say
I can't stand things this way
I can't take it like this any more."
Smith blew his red nose on his sleeve
Then said "You must take now your leave
You've driven me crazy
No, I'm not being lazy
I need some more me-time to grieve."
"I know that our feelings were strong
I am sorry that you must now be gone
I'll always love you
You held my hand in the loo
It's not that you did anything wrong."
Now who should replace him within?
Our choices are looking too thin.
I do know a man...
This could be a plan...
A Zimbabwean that has a big chin.
Now the panel has been sacked
The whole system looks cracked
Who is next their line?
Graeme Smith would be fine..
The captain has not yet been whacked.
But what more can we say?
Madness now leads the way.
Since Onions' not out
South Africa have doubt
'bout all that's 'tween night and the day.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:47 PM UTC
That chap we'd all forgotten
You know, with temper rotten
Full of fire and flair
Masses of curly hair
It's furious Ryan Sidebottom.
Graeme Smith is great
If you want someone to hate
There was a nick
the lying *****
His presense again does grate
That man has no **** SKILL
And him I'd like to ****
His ears not SHARPER
Bloody Darly HARPER
I know I need a PILL
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:57 PM UTC
Little is known about Graham
I see him everyday, yet, I know nothing about him
Nor does anyone else
He sits in a circle, the circle includes himself and stuffed animals
He sits there, in the yard of his beautiful house
Although he seems content, with his home and... friends...
I can't help but feel an aura of sadness around him
Why though?
He has it made! His parents were rich, he's never worked a day of his life for anything
I have heard rumors, however, that he's a nice man
Loving
and quite congenial
But how could anyone know that?
No one knows him!
People judge Graham based on what they see
And they see contentness
They walk by his home a glance over to a seemingly happy man
Surrounded by his stuffed animals, err, friends
Then why do I feel this aura of sadness around him?
Surely he knows they're not real...
That if he were to leave them, they wouldn't call for him to come back...
He must know that
He must...
But, there they are. Gathered in front of his perfect house
Happily chatting away, as if nothing is wrong
I'm sure one day he'll wake up and realize it
Realize that they're not real, the stuffed animals
are not real
That they don't care for him
That they can't care for him
All he needs
is to just
snap out of it...
and wake up
Hey guys! That was a poem that took me a long time to write, I know it's probably pretty bad, I'm only 16. But that poem was about me, how I'm surrounded by friends that aren't real friends, but they're there. It's true, I've never worked a day of my life for anything. Never worked to have friends, people just naturally like me I guess. But deep down I know im not who they think i am, that im not truly happy. Anyway, please leave feedback if you think i could've worded something better, anything is appreciated, I'm very new!
~Thanks,
-Graeme
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Once there was Brighton rock, sent with love from Graeme Green.
My early life bore sticks of rock in candy stripes or perfect pink.
My young days were blessed by gift shops and cold cafe winters and buckets of sand.
Paignton, one of several beach fronts that I had encountered.
Another beach I met when I was wee.
Was lovely Weymouth, stocked with historical regency.
Upon the sands was to be found a perfect sculptor played with sand.
A maker of the sphinx,and of cars and crowns.
Stole all the little children's tears and frowns.
Built Neptune complete with his chariot and maybe just another modest castle.
Almost fit to suit a modern day queen.
Mr Punch and Mrs Judy.
The puppeteer's hand shoved up both their bottoms at once.
Poor knackered donkeys plodded.
Their bridles labelled with their names.
All gone now.
Think the animal rights brigade may have stepped in there.
Punch and Judy deemed inappropriate and the sandman left.
Guess they put him to sleep or maybe they're just taxing his sand.
(C) Livvi
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
In January 2018 young dolly Everett committed suicide after receiving lots of hurtful comments and she couldn’t take it anymore, so she ended her life, I went up to nirvana to guide her slowly to her next life
Because she gave up on life as dolly, after being a loving life kid with the akubra hat, I know how losing your life so young can be hard because I was Graeme Thorne in my previous life and in this life I try and have a positive attitude in life, I explained to dolly that Buddha wants you to fight your way into another ****** because you have a lot to live for and despite me saying that, dolly didn’t want to come back, the world is too cruel, and
I said yes, but the chances of being a target of bullying again is slim and I could make you come back into a great person as your mother and I got bullied in school in this life, but I never wanted to **** myself but I understand it isn’t as easy for you, so I will sit and drink methane with you for a long as it takes because my point is you shouldn’t let bullies spoil your vision of life, home and away star penny macnamee wants another baby, and I think you would be ideal to get reborn into her family and you can love life and have fun and put those dreaded bullies in your past
Dolly said, it is hard for me people were awful to me and I said, I got teased and bullied back then, but I don’t want to let that spoil my vision of life and I know you ended dolly Everett but you should give penny the chance to enjoy motherhood
And you will have an older brother and you can have fun as well and dolly sat in the Saturn pub for 3 weeks and finally penny was trying for a baby and dolly was wanting to enter it which I said well done dolly don’t let the world stop you from enjoying life and I am now on medication for schitzophrenia and if you need that which I hope you don’t just learn to love life, bullies are just problem children who could be jealous
They will never make me forget about life and your next life will be a fabulous one for you
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
i say better than's god,
i say one is
demanding alm
and that be cleft,
and to queue....
you have no heratfelt marrow
to be called a bone!
as i do, resting: an engraved to a tomb,
you were but a womb to my
liking worth: a worth a living heart.
you are nothing and as such...
the few.
nord vind:
forlatevære...
just be: let be...
gråsol skygge -
innhøsting. Cnut fathom scoot!
knew ur boghdan mein noot!
graeme revell... the film blow...
and then you die....
or you so hope to do so...
with the violins and etc.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
When I was Just a little boy
I asked my friend what shall I be
Will I ride horses will I **** girls
He said whatever you want to do
Then after that I asked everyone what should I do
Should I tour Adelaide should I hike in the Grampians
I did them both you see
You see Brian oh Brian whatever we will be will be
The future is so easy
If you believe in previous lives
When I Just a teenager I asked my mother what to believe
Will it be Jesus will it be Buddha
I have no idea
When I was 18 years old
I asked my best friend what can I do
Will I'll be mental will be a cleaner or will have fun teasing
My best friend
Brian oh Brian whatever will be will be the future Is so easy
If you believe in previous lives
You will understand that relating to my this life past
That I am Graeme Thorne and grant Beaumont
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC