"hereinafter" poems - Hello Poetry

It's all a crock.. a body shock a kick in the nuts, don't forget the 'if buts' another load of tripe, when you're ripe for the knackers yard and falling ain't that hard when you're already down, for you, who are out on the town and having a good time let me remind you that tomorrow is mine so have a ball,go and get pissed,there's nothing in that, that I've never done and never missed I could write you a list of the wrong turnings you'll take, but you'll make them anyway, you'll go your own way and we'll meet at the end of it buried up to our necks in a pile of horse **** Yes, it's official,life is a gas,pass go and collect your money,don't you know life is funny and if you don't laugh you will die? I tried and died twice,can't remember the laughter as I flew through the walls of the great, hereinafter to be known as the great ********* throne room. And so soon,he said, 'you're leaving and leaving me grieving' not really because I don't give a monkeys *** where I stand or sit or who rings the bells, I'm already there where you'll be one day and hell is the price we all pay for getting old and going grey and it's getting a bit late in the day for me to care or bother to share this so **** off if you will and let me sit still deep in the ****

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Saturday wired

It's all a crock.. a body shock a kick in the nuts, don't forget the 'if buts' another load of tripe, when you're ripe for the knackers yard and falling ain't that hard when you're already down, for you, who are out on the town and having a good time let me remind you that tomorrow is mine so have a ball,go and get pissed,there's nothing in that, that I've never done and never missed I could write you a list of the wrong turnings you'll take, but you'll make them anyway, you'll go your own way and we'll meet at the end of it buried up to our necks in a pile of horse **** Yes, it's official,life is a gas,pass go and collect your money,don't you know life is funny and if you don't laugh you will die? I tried and died twice,can't remember the laughter as I flew through the walls of the great, hereinafter to be known as the great ********* throne room. And so soon,he said, 'you're leaving and leaving me grieving' not really because I don't give a monkeys *** where I stand or sit or who rings the bells, I'm already there where you'll be one day and hell is the price we all pay for getting old and going grey and it's getting a bit late in the day for me to care or bother to share this so **** off if you will and let me sit still deep in the ****

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‘Playing it cool’ – defined as follows: Lacking visible emotion as a rule, Trying to avoid looking like a fool. In other words, The pretension that your heart is merely an engine, That it is clear you feel nought beneath your veneer. Of all the people I meet hereinafter, I shall ask only the following: I am no lord or master, No unduly glorified ******* Thus, with that in mind, I hope your true voice is mustered, And it no longer becomes difficult to find. Please, if you are around me, Don’t play it cool – If you need to, DO act the fool, Do display your emotions, **** the rule. Do not taint your soul with undue restraint, Do not hide behind platitudes vast and wide. Cry, be bitter, rage if you must! Never say die, Be a hard-hitter or become a sage one can trust – Open up those clogged channels, Feel it, as your soul unravels! Cherish it, as an adventurer does his travels! Only a fool would be slow enough to conceive That the act of playing it cool is something I believe.

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC

Jdelia420

Playing it cool

‘Playing it cool’ – defined as follows: Lacking visible emotion as a rule, Trying to avoid looking like a fool. In other words, The pretension that your heart is merely an engine, That it is clear you feel nought beneath your veneer. Of all the people I meet hereinafter, I shall ask only the following: I am no lord or master, No unduly glorified ******* Thus, with that in mind, I hope your true voice is mustered, And it no longer becomes difficult to find. Please, if you are around me, Don’t play it cool – If you need to, DO act the fool, Do display your emotions, **** the rule. Do not taint your soul with undue restraint, Do not hide behind platitudes vast and wide. Cry, be bitter, rage if you must! Never say die, Be a hard-hitter or become a sage one can trust – Open up those clogged channels, Feel it, as your soul unravels! Cherish it, as an adventurer does his travels! Only a fool would be slow enough to conceive That the act of playing it cool is something I believe.

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Headed towards mine demise, Shed no tears and hear no cries. Water shall not fall, and none will spout. Not even the darkest clouds will let rain out. Hereinafter, smiling laughter, Will be the name of our new chapter

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Feb 18, 2012

Feb 18, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC

jonathan-fernandez

Evermore Starts

Headed towards mine demise, Shed no tears and hear no cries. Water shall not fall, and none will spout. Not even the darkest clouds will let rain out. Hereinafter, smiling laughter, Will be the name of our new chapter

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So many pretty faces here But none could ever match up to you None that could ever make me smile, dear Just like you do. Been trying to burn all bridges the past two years So that I can never get to you Now I find myself smiling at the ledge without fears Because there you stood, my most beautiful view. Pardon me for my disappearance I have never been more glad to see a familiar face You're like the scent of petrichor that lingers after rain That's always accompanying me through my roughest days. Again, there you are at the other end with arms wide open I've never smiled so widely before You said "I have been awaiting your return" Hereinafter, I promise I'll never leave anymore.

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Aug 17, 2014

Aug 17, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC

mirasdfghjkl

Only one that never leaves II

So many pretty faces here But none could ever match up to you None that could ever make me smile, dear Just like you do. Been trying to burn all bridges the past two years So that I can never get to you Now I find myself smiling at the ledge without fears Because there you stood, my most beautiful view. Pardon me for my disappearance I have never been more glad to see a familiar face You're like the scent of petrichor that lingers after rain That's always accompanying me through my roughest days. Again, there you are at the other end with arms wide open I've never smiled so widely before You said "I have been awaiting your return" Hereinafter, I promise I'll never leave anymore.

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Sunday sewn on Saturdays seams and dreaming freedoms stitched in black and white, night light salad greens and where sleep used to lay grows a new day. Tea,at most a slice of toast,the morning views,who's in and out and what's news is this? kiss the crumbs of toast goodbye,licking lips,another dry day in the dock,pock marks on the hoarding,lording advertisers selling premium this and other things and the Baptist church brings pamphlets to a table set before the door,selling the hereinafter before we've been before. It's City Sunday when the marketmen come sell their wares down in the lanes and trains are full of gawkers gawking at the hawkers and the good Samaritans which are few and far between are seen along the dusty tracks collecting tax from income earned,where nothing's taught we never learned the basics of how to live a life of ease. I please myself as to when and where and who I share my hard times with,just give an inch and some take the whole **** mile but it's Sunday for a while and so we let the dogs at bay go on our way as if it's Sunday everyday and nothing's new, Sunday sews a string of beads around the neck of late last night and pulls it tight and we might decide that Sundays are alright or not. Spot on spit upon my hand and shake it well,agreed that Sundays ****** Grand a day of rest and love to test and takes the best of all we've got. I like this day an awful lot and there's not a lot I like no more and tomorrow's Monday,what a blinking bore.

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Incoming

Sunday sewn on Saturdays seams and dreaming freedoms stitched in black and white, night light salad greens and where sleep used to lay grows a new day. Tea,at most a slice of toast,the morning views,who's in and out and what's news is this? kiss the crumbs of toast goodbye,licking lips,another dry day in the dock,pock marks on the hoarding,lording advertisers selling premium this and other things and the Baptist church brings pamphlets to a table set before the door,selling the hereinafter before we've been before. It's City Sunday when the marketmen come sell their wares down in the lanes and trains are full of gawkers gawking at the hawkers and the good Samaritans which are few and far between are seen along the dusty tracks collecting tax from income earned,where nothing's taught we never learned the basics of how to live a life of ease. I please myself as to when and where and who I share my hard times with,just give an inch and some take the whole **** mile but it's Sunday for a while and so we let the dogs at bay go on our way as if it's Sunday everyday and nothing's new, Sunday sews a string of beads around the neck of late last night and pulls it tight and we might decide that Sundays are alright or not. Spot on spit upon my hand and shake it well,agreed that Sundays ****** Grand a day of rest and love to test and takes the best of all we've got. I like this day an awful lot and there's not a lot I like no more and tomorrow's Monday,what a blinking bore.

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We socially constructed By age, by title A hierarchy What if we didn't? What's the alternate Of family, of community? Perception... Are we wrong? Disillusioned? Innovation... Can we undo What was done? But how? What it'll be like? Chaos. Did we follow biology? Did we follow culture? Why? In the hereinafter Or in eternity I wish it's better Life on soil Ups and downs It's good still Life in sky Or in blackhole Please be better Joy or pain In love or heartbroken Any other choices? Boss, chief Client, customer Idol, fanboy and fangirl Why are we here? What about ranks? Slaves of time Can we ever imagine Everything we are not? Can we ever become Anything we are not? So help me... God.

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Sep 1, 2018

Sep 1, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC

goblinssi

Hierarchy

We socially constructed By age, by title A hierarchy What if we didn't? What's the alternate Of family, of community? Perception... Are we wrong? Disillusioned? Innovation... Can we undo What was done? But how? What it'll be like? Chaos. Did we follow biology? Did we follow culture? Why? In the hereinafter Or in eternity I wish it's better Life on soil Ups and downs It's good still Life in sky Or in blackhole Please be better Joy or pain In love or heartbroken Any other choices? Boss, chief Client, customer Idol, fanboy and fangirl Why are we here? What about ranks? Slaves of time Can we ever imagine Everything we are not? Can we ever become Anything we are not? So help me... God.

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We did it then? busted through to get to god knows when, a new year, blue year, do I know what year? but it's done now anyhow so what's the use in me denying that the new year's just the old year doing its dying. I glue feathers on my arms and I am flying, dying to get home to her and wanting very much to share my hopes for twenty sixteen between the sheets, dare I wake her from the sleep in which she's crying? We did and do when we broke into the new year and I am still here with her. Breaking making dying laughter, afternoon's spent in disaster hereinafter known as the new year.

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

What's changed?

We did it then? busted through to get to god knows when, a new year, blue year, do I know what year? but it's done now anyhow so what's the use in me denying that the new year's just the old year doing its dying. I glue feathers on my arms and I am flying, dying to get home to her and wanting very much to share my hopes for twenty sixteen between the sheets, dare I wake her from the sleep in which she's crying? We did and do when we broke into the new year and I am still here with her. Breaking making dying laughter, afternoon's spent in disaster hereinafter known as the new year.

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