"lickle" poems - Hello Poetry

Just a little cheeky one thats all i said I'd have and 4 hours on much later's Me's dying for a drag aint smoked for like forever but beer head is in charge my goggles working overtime be jeez look at that **** The pub did so just kick me out but night i wasna done me dancing shoes were ready now its time to boogie on I danced just like me father and dancing all seemed fine until the big bad bouncer said son you've had your time I'm wobbly to be standing and speech a lickle off me hiccups still aint faded on I'm on a spinning top I ate like just some time ago yet fancy a kebab with chili sauce to burn my mouth and payback morning aft Now lying in my bed of dreams a world goes spinning by my head is working over time I think I'm gonna die my bucket is beside me its used and nearly full kebab and all the trimmings mmm a boffing here we go Next morning was the worst of days with smells id sooner not a bucket full of you know where oh god i'm gonna cough!!!!! My head felt like it's jelly wool my legs were all a mush I'd only done a cheeky beer regrets ??Don't make me laugh

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May 19, 2012

May 19, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC

andy-fardell

Just a little cheeky one

Just a little cheeky one thats all i said I'd have and 4 hours on much later's Me's dying for a drag aint smoked for like forever but beer head is in charge my goggles working overtime be jeez look at that **** The pub did so just kick me out but night i wasna done me dancing shoes were ready now its time to boogie on I danced just like me father and dancing all seemed fine until the big bad bouncer said son you've had your time I'm wobbly to be standing and speech a lickle off me hiccups still aint faded on I'm on a spinning top I ate like just some time ago yet fancy a kebab with chili sauce to burn my mouth and payback morning aft Now lying in my bed of dreams a world goes spinning by my head is working over time I think I'm gonna die my bucket is beside me its used and nearly full kebab and all the trimmings mmm a boffing here we go Next morning was the worst of days with smells id sooner not a bucket full of you know where oh god i'm gonna cough!!!!! My head felt like it's jelly wool my legs were all a mush I'd only done a cheeky beer regrets ??Don't make me laugh

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Why is it that I only feel whole again Once I’m alone again? Silence means I light up and rummage through my thoughts. Expand my mind and ya know I like a lickle two step! And finally enjoy what everyone else gets to. Me

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC

quisha

Peace and Quiet

Why is it that I only feel whole again Once I’m alone again? Silence means I light up and rummage through my thoughts. Expand my mind and ya know I like a lickle two step! And finally enjoy what everyone else gets to. Me

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See the grandeur of our universe: Flocks of far-flung galaxies, Shrouded by clouds of swirling gas. A vastness too great to comprehend, Filled with solar systems That defy imagination. Yet none of this is as wondrous As a tiny bug: A “lickle life form” That can look around And say to itself (In a language of its own): I am here. This is my world. No idea what is beyond What I can sense, But I know I’m here. And even the greatest galaxy Cannot do that. Paul Butters © PB 19\3\2018.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC

paul-butters

Tiny Bug

See the grandeur of our universe: Flocks of far-flung galaxies, Shrouded by clouds of swirling gas. A vastness too great to comprehend, Filled with solar systems That defy imagination. Yet none of this is as wondrous As a tiny bug: A “lickle life form” That can look around And say to itself (In a language of its own): I am here. This is my world. No idea what is beyond What I can sense, But I know I’m here. And even the greatest galaxy Cannot do that. Paul Butters © PB 19\3\2018.

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We all lonely, blood Tis true Witcha friends and close love family Each adem a solitaire island Reaching outta sanity As they sink into the blue. ------------ We all lonely Tis true From Everton Grey ta Tom Driscoll All the way thru Then the vision it project Only red, green or quicksand blue. We struggle- We survive-/ But do we want to ? ----------------- We all lonely Dat one we can all pass da clue Touch is tempory Togetherness is empty And millions od family guy Pretend, as each lickle day pass by 'Cause wit loneliness you find That da preacher guy tis just as blind As the offering of a psychotic mind. ----------------- We all lonely, De'Anna Eden da guy wit letter arta tis name My boy heart it cry 'me soul tis lame' He study for good, good 20 year education But him just makin' a reservation My boy just another at de station Where trains come and trains go When the night in his world cloud oder Tis long, Tis painful, Tis slow. My boy hold his qualifications hi But thru the blindness of it all He fail to spot an obvious lickle lie Tis not tis mind that hurt And him guise all the brethren Ended trampled down Under 6 foot dirt. ----------------------- Tis psychology guy We all stuck inna freeze frame Where we don't recognise eachother It no register who talk. So some woman invents a personality On the internet - in da gallery She actin' real cool Tinking she makin' progress 'I'm happy' she say 'I've friends' Sooner or later her converse ends And da computer say wipe clean And the imaginary places her mind has been Get drowned by da lickle message she hadn't seen An she overcooks a dinner for the alcoholic business guy Who has shared with her this lifelong lie 20 years gone by. We all lonely, Wendy We find someone new But we forget dey lonely too And both skies seem to rain Eden tho da sky tis blue I'm lonely now Wit you. ------------------- And God who gave us life And God who gave us all Probably gave us loneliness Cause he didn't want to be alone.

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Apr 12, 2014

Apr 12, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC

cliffy-buglione

We All Lonely (2007)

We all lonely, blood Tis true Witcha friends and close love family Each adem a solitaire island Reaching outta sanity As they sink into the blue. ------------ We all lonely Tis true From Everton Grey ta Tom Driscoll All the way thru Then the vision it project Only red, green or quicksand blue. We struggle- We survive-/ But do we want to ? ----------------- We all lonely Dat one we can all pass da clue Touch is tempory Togetherness is empty And millions od family guy Pretend, as each lickle day pass by 'Cause wit loneliness you find That da preacher guy tis just as blind As the offering of a psychotic mind. ----------------- We all lonely, De'Anna Eden da guy wit letter arta tis name My boy heart it cry 'me soul tis lame' He study for good, good 20 year education But him just makin' a reservation My boy just another at de station Where trains come and trains go When the night in his world cloud oder Tis long, Tis painful, Tis slow. My boy hold his qualifications hi But thru the blindness of it all He fail to spot an obvious lickle lie Tis not tis mind that hurt And him guise all the brethren Ended trampled down Under 6 foot dirt. ----------------------- Tis psychology guy We all stuck inna freeze frame Where we don't recognise eachother It no register who talk. So some woman invents a personality On the internet - in da gallery She actin' real cool Tinking she makin' progress 'I'm happy' she say 'I've friends' Sooner or later her converse ends And da computer say wipe clean And the imaginary places her mind has been Get drowned by da lickle message she hadn't seen An she overcooks a dinner for the alcoholic business guy Who has shared with her this lifelong lie 20 years gone by. We all lonely, Wendy We find someone new But we forget dey lonely too And both skies seem to rain Eden tho da sky tis blue I'm lonely now Wit you. ------------------- And God who gave us life And God who gave us all Probably gave us loneliness Cause he didn't want to be alone.

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They drop from branch to branch Of my Cotoneasters: An extended family of lickle spuggy sparrows. Their aerial scouts are flitting From shrub to shrub While the main party flies up and down Up and down. For they have spotted the wild bird seed That I have scattered All along the bottom of my back lawn. So now they make their way In regimented fashion, Up and down, In and out, Ever wary of those murderous cats. Now and then they are joined by **** or robins Or other lickle birds unknown To this city suburb lubber from Leeds. Not forgetting those massive fat pigeons And delicate doves Who all join in the frenzied feeding Without a care in the world. Meanwhile a couple of blackbirds Patrol their territories Ignoring the seed In preference for some scraps of meat or fish. Later on the foxes will spring forth, Sneaking around the streets. So all we need is a commentary From Sir David Attenborough With his “Dominant Males” And “Courting Rituals” For all to be complete. Mother Nature loves our little seaside town, Patrolled by gulls And guarded by our dogs. I must get walking in the Spring When the flowers reappear. Look forward to that. Paul Butters © PB 20\12\2018.

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Dec 20, 2018

Dec 20, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC

paul-butters

Lickle Spuggy Sparrows

They drop from branch to branch Of my Cotoneasters: An extended family of lickle spuggy sparrows. Their aerial scouts are flitting From shrub to shrub While the main party flies up and down Up and down. For they have spotted the wild bird seed That I have scattered All along the bottom of my back lawn. So now they make their way In regimented fashion, Up and down, In and out, Ever wary of those murderous cats. Now and then they are joined by **** or robins Or other lickle birds unknown To this city suburb lubber from Leeds. Not forgetting those massive fat pigeons And delicate doves Who all join in the frenzied feeding Without a care in the world. Meanwhile a couple of blackbirds Patrol their territories Ignoring the seed In preference for some scraps of meat or fish. Later on the foxes will spring forth, Sneaking around the streets. So all we need is a commentary From Sir David Attenborough With his “Dominant Males” And “Courting Rituals” For all to be complete. Mother Nature loves our little seaside town, Patrolled by gulls And guarded by our dogs. I must get walking in the Spring When the flowers reappear. Look forward to that. Paul Butters © PB 20\12\2018.

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Go Flo Rip Lip Wiggle Tiggle Smash Dash Groove Move Hup Pup Slide Ide Dive Clive Push Nush Tickle Lickle Love Dove Bounce Ounce Daz Jazz Big Dig Slip Pip Trip Hip Hop Pop Grind Mind Telly Belly Hell Tell Oz Loz Stone Bone Big Wig Tic Nic Danny ***** Granny Manny Wimp Imp Rib Dib Dace Mace Lace Race Fire Ire Flat Face

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC

commuter-poet

Break!

Go Flo Rip Lip Wiggle Tiggle Smash Dash Groove Move Hup Pup Slide Ide Dive Clive Push Nush Tickle Lickle Love Dove Bounce Ounce Daz Jazz Big Dig Slip Pip Trip Hip Hop Pop Grind Mind Telly Belly Hell Tell Oz Loz Stone Bone Big Wig Tic Nic Danny ***** Granny Manny Wimp Imp Rib Dib Dace Mace Lace Race Fire Ire Flat Face

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Poetry is word-music Word, word music. Is soul, spirit, magical mystery Quintessential essence Of love and beauty. Iambic and other rhythms and rhymes Are optional For, again, poetry is soul. The Word is King. Any word. *** A singular word of double meaning: Lickle bird and ****** No waxing lyrical here Just a bit of lit that’s bound to fit Uninterrupted Brief word Amongst sesquipedalian articulations And rapturous birdsong that echoes through the forests. So leave that doggerel alone. Let your heart sing Freely Your spirit and soul Shining like a supernova Resonating through our minds. A concerto of verbal sounds Played with our inner voices. Literary art Expressed in musical notes. Poetry. Paul Butters © PB 22\5\2024.

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May 22, 2024

May 22, 2024 at 7:51 AM UTC

paul-butters

Poetry Is

Poetry is word-music Word, word music. Is soul, spirit, magical mystery Quintessential essence Of love and beauty. Iambic and other rhythms and rhymes Are optional For, again, poetry is soul. The Word is King. Any word. *** A singular word of double meaning: Lickle bird and ****** No waxing lyrical here Just a bit of lit that’s bound to fit Uninterrupted Brief word Amongst sesquipedalian articulations And rapturous birdsong that echoes through the forests. So leave that doggerel alone. Let your heart sing Freely Your spirit and soul Shining like a supernova Resonating through our minds. A concerto of verbal sounds Played with our inner voices. Literary art Expressed in musical notes. Poetry. Paul Butters © PB 22\5\2024.

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