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ioan pearce Mar 2010
the thief entered the window
then filled his pants with poo
voice came from the darkness
" twinkles watching you"

panic in his viens
unsure what to do
yet again the warning words
" twinkle's watching you"

trembling hand that shone a torch
then sighed with much relief
the parrot in a corner said....
" hello, my name is kieth"

what silly ******* named you that?
the robber mocked the bird
kieth the talking parrot?
the daftest thing i've heard

"the same man with a rottwweiler"
"that bit off someones nose"
"he's very good at creeping"
" his name is twinkle toes"
VINO Jul 2010
Once upon a time there was baby trees
and one came to me
and said hes pleased
he shook my hand
and i took his leaf
I hid it and told him i gave it to Kieth
Kieth said "i have not such"
now the tree didn't believe me too much
so i told him "man you need to lighten up,
and take a drink right out of this cup."
he did just that then asked the pup
"have you seen my hand?"
dog said "thats not all you lost man."
so the tree thought "why do i give a ****?
I'm going back to Amsterdam"
so i went with the tree and we went back
sat on his porch and smoked a fat sack
then we went down to a local crab shack
but as i was eating one tried to attack
so we left and wondered on down
the block where we were and i couldn't frown
because that tree right now is one hell of a clown
because he brought up the fact thats hes a talking baby tree
and as i began to see
it became funny to me
so funny i laughed until i needed to ***
i stopped and asked someone where the facilities were
they said "don't ask me, ask the tree sir"
so i busted up for a second time
then thought if hes real then to laugh wouldn't be kind
but three just stood there not seeming to mind
so i thought "maybe i should start on home"
i told the tree i was leaving tonight on a plane alone
he said "wait! no don't leave me be!
i mean look at me i'm a talking baby tree!"
so i thought not to hard and not too long
and then said "sure whats the worst that could go wrong?"
little did i know that he was strapped with a bomb
i told him not to use it and he said real calm,
"I'll do what i want you're not my mom."
i thought oh man its that kind of kid
who doesn't give a **** about what he does or did
and if hes that kind of child
his parents probably let him run rampid and wild
then i snapped out of it and said "what am i doing?
its a ******* talking baby tree!"
and since it doesn't have hands it only has leaves
i took it away the bomb that thing
but then i was accused of all the threating
so when i got home i thought **** it,
that ******* baby tree was raised in a bucket
so i found a place where i could then chuck it
it hit the water and made a big splash
i threw it in the lake where people skatter ash
then i went back to Amsterdam to steal that tree's stash
i smoked it all and then took all his cash
so happily ever after i live in peace
without that baby tree since now its deceased
unless it could swim then that would be beast.
copyright vino martinez 2010
johnny solstice Jun 2019
Eck Ramsay, a retired underwire manufacturer,
bought a boil in the bag cod slice at his local Spar shop.
Upon removal of its cardboard outer garments
he was surprised to find it contained a small book.
The book titled the Plaice of Cod
(a philosophical treatise on theology)
contained many essays on the ancient rites of summer,
several of which were wildly inaccurate
and a few that were accurately wild.
In the appendix there were twenty-three songs
attributed to a medieval troubadour,
who led a travelling medicine show called the Rollwrong Stones.
  
William Lancaster Blake built himself a chocolate castle
on a hollow hill and sold it to his mate Bill,
a scribbler of worthy words who wrote of the hills and lakes
and how long it takes for the ghosts of soldiers to cross the fells especially when led by centaurs.
  
Self-proclaimed king, My Other Pen drags on,
took to haranguing passers-by with tales of dancing seals
and Jewish fiddlers who wouldn’t play marriages on the Sabbath, and how the wedding guests always got ******.

Stan Tony and Drew made up the crew
which some say numbered sixty-nine
or seventy-two, but no-one could swear
how many were there especially
on the Whispering Nights……… when nothing seemed right
and the cattle lowed on their knees.
And the slightest breeze on a pewter plate
would vanish the seed that couldn’t be seen,
and dreamers would dream
of jumping through flames
that carried the names
of those who were soon to be dead.

Goats head soup
with yarrow root
was served to the guests …..whose favourite request
was Wort of Sacred Johnny,
they'd dance all night …..till the Isis light
sent the Oak root bones …..scurrying home
to the place where the days are shorter.
When the dew on the grass  …..comes to pass
and the herbs have been nailed to the doorway,
when the heron's been kissed…and all are well dressed
and the False ones only moved slightly
the cuckoos will sing. "a new day I bring"
and the treetops will shake with the dancers
the day is but done and the Knights just begun
to get a little bit longer.
   But stranger than this was the wish of the dish that had it away with the spoon. "hey.. kat play that fiddle"
And riddle me no riddle
I need to get high as the moon….
"which moon?" enquired the hare "Kieth or the very Reverent moon?"
"Oh either will do…. Their just different shoes
to the ones I'm currently wearing"
and with no more ado…… Stan Tony and Drew
the Stones roadie crew
withdrew
for the next seven years
their horses drank tears
and everyone's fears
were fried up for breakfast
with marmalade toast
two sausage
mushrooms
and beans
eggs over easy
rashers done crispy
a fried slice or two
and a teapot of glue
to ensure it stuck to the belly.

The mushrooms of course enjoyed these proceedings to such an extent that they were inspired to compose poems praising the nights adventures, these were subsequently published in the society pages of the Lost and Found trade journal.
Standing hear on the wrong  side of tracks , on my arm .

my living hell addiction .

stabbing and searching the needles in vain .

in my room I save a spoon a tiny lagoon I used to
draw my happiness from .

but now it is dry a desert I stepped over my dying
corpse to hear crying , the distant voice of my wife and
child lonely, lost and alone.


          Brian Kieth Benton
Standin, against the moment of truth,
While i spit up in the booth,
Gotta touch the souls of the youth,
This is madness,
No more gladness, see the preacher styles,
I been had this, now they wanna get me dismissed,
*** i got stabs on the coporate, like Dr King,
Or Malcom, see and how come,
They dont want no kingdom,.
Fems to dems, everywhere if you try to be a man, theyll stare,
Stay in the loops of truth or dare, like Trump, i stay close to the lions hier,
From the taps of a.snare, you feel me like a fresh breeze of air,
Yo i aint goin' nowhere, *** me and mic one of a pair,
Like Kieth with gold teeth, gang star peep that words that are,
Knowledge mix of a collage,
Like a blemish, my vocals relinquished, once the beats, touches my voice, it's so unique,
Know when god speaks,
He comes in silence,
Wither its the skies stormy or violet,
The harder they come, the harder I hit



Yo i bring styles down like Rome,
Only drive cars with chrome,
Trimmin' spit venom, let the toxic finish em,
Something like cyanide to ya pride,
No where you can hide,
I just stay cools and slide,
In the ride, i gotta keep the stride,
Way low above the belt buckle,
Sneak hos tryna juggle,
Where my money sits, its gonna take more than ****,
To confiscate it, deeply celebrated when i made it,
But was hated the day i was created, focus on seasons,
Old thoughts cremated,
New lesson plans, un dated,
I feel kin to Egypt, we much more than slave ships,
**** chasing materials and new whips,
But keep a burner with a clip,
Just in case, they do an assassination attempt,
Against me,
I control the, heaven to hell entry,
Words like Solomon,
Shined up my third eye son,
Ring of the Lord,
Scanning my light, once i sight, my enemies grow in fright,
Its my delight, despite
What them haters write, they cant stop the reign that bites,
Like a death grip, alligator roll the time the stroll,
standing against evils, ya gotta be Bold,  what what what??

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