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"greenhead" poems
I don't share this lonesome life, I am not going to ever get a wife, For my horoscope threatens her death. And blindfaith holders are galore o'r here, They will sadistically sacrifice true love, But not marry a Martian Greenhead. The planet Mars is too strong in my life, So strong that it says I won't get a wife, Perhaps only another Manglik will be mine.
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Atul
Black O'Day, Dark O'Night
I don't share this lonesome life, I am not going to ever get a wife, For my horoscope threatens her death. And blindfaith holders are galore o'r here, They will sadistically sacrifice true love, But not marry a Martian Greenhead. The planet Mars is too strong in my life, So strong that it says I won't get a wife, Perhaps only another Manglik will be mine.
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In Greenhead park's drained   paddling pool       a black cast iron water spout         stands three feet tall; a puddle of ***** rainwater   reflects it's rusting brown base. Red capital letters warn       Don’t go into the Water when         there is No Attendant,       another sign says         No Dogs. This Victorian ironwork pipe waits   for August       when it will fill the pool with         water and welcome             excited, splashing children. Round the shore   families will       enjoy vanilla ice cream         or sit on plaid blankets eating             ham sandwiches and blueberry muffins       washed down with           tepid coke. I gaze at the sleeping iron spout and remember   a blistering childhood August       when the pool was full           every day and   no one thought about lifeguards       or dogs.   Ralph and I chased       each other round the pool: our bare feet felt       rough concrete through           the shallow water.   He dared me       to explore the overflow   as it trickled into       a dark York stone tunnel.   I followed Ralph       down the cold, cramped culvert         to the starlight of distant planets.   We walked through Skaro’s black and white       petrified forest and helped         Dr Who to defeat             the Daleks               in their ozone electric                   metal city.   Transported to another universe       we boldly went           to seek new people             and civilizations.     Ralph and I were       red blooded Captain Kirk           and green blooded Spock.   In September       school called us back to earth   but the pool stayed       full of water         ready for             winter ice. Today   I walk past the hibernating paddling pool       as it dreams of summer fullness   and meditate on       the roles I played         after last paddling             in this pool.
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Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC
gerry-sykes
Paddling in the past
In Greenhead park's drained   paddling pool       a black cast iron water spout         stands three feet tall; a puddle of ***** rainwater   reflects it's rusting brown base. Red capital letters warn       Don’t go into the Water when         there is No Attendant,       another sign says         No Dogs. This Victorian ironwork pipe waits   for August       when it will fill the pool with         water and welcome             excited, splashing children. Round the shore   families will       enjoy vanilla ice cream         or sit on plaid blankets eating             ham sandwiches and blueberry muffins       washed down with           tepid coke. I gaze at the sleeping iron spout and remember   a blistering childhood August       when the pool was full           every day and   no one thought about lifeguards       or dogs.   Ralph and I chased       each other round the pool: our bare feet felt       rough concrete through           the shallow water.   He dared me       to explore the overflow   as it trickled into       a dark York stone tunnel.   I followed Ralph       down the cold, cramped culvert         to the starlight of distant planets.   We walked through Skaro’s black and white       petrified forest and helped         Dr Who to defeat             the Daleks               in their ozone electric                   metal city.   Transported to another universe       we boldly went           to seek new people             and civilizations.     Ralph and I were       red blooded Captain Kirk           and green blooded Spock.   In September       school called us back to earth   but the pool stayed       full of water         ready for             winter ice. Today   I walk past the hibernating paddling pool       as it dreams of summer fullness   and meditate on       the roles I played         after last paddling             in this pool.
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