"owt" poems
Turn on the TV and switch off your brain,
tune into Jezza as you fade out the shame,
point at his cattle, and laugh at their pain,
forget their faces,
cos’ they all look the same.
Memorise headlines, forgetting you’re smart,
the news screaming fear, as this world ‘falls apart’
hating your neighbour’s a good place to start,
he’s likely a **** or a bomber
at heart.
‘England Expects’ is their asinine bray,
as they talk up the players on ‘Match of the Day’
before posting on Twitter that one of em’s gay.
‘Oh we lost in the semis?’
Start feigning dismay.
Forget about stress, skip working hard,
you can lend owt till payday, or just get a new card,
it doesn’t matter, if your credit is barred,
say you slipped in reception,
and hit your knee hard.
Now! Vital News! Our cameras have spied,
the markings of botox on that celebrity bride.
Maybe it’s scandal, there’s no rush to decide,
you’ve opened the box,
and its trapped you inside.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
******* ant **** and daey ant say nufn i hunt them motha fukahs till they cant saey nuthin ahahhahahahahahahaha dont be a hater ******* kaey!!!! top dogg right herrrr tee ce owt homie.....
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
Jeremiah refused to be rescued in mixed company.
I threw a going away party
in the hopes of his failing resurrection.
Pseudo somber faces filled the kitchen,
made up with pictures of rustic barns
and floral wallpaper;
the heat became too much to bear.
Our friends payed homage,
placing regifted bottles of
coop and kraken
on the mantle,
and wrote letters of congratulations
signing their names backwards
in my guest book.
The day lost its luster
and coffee mugs of champagne
ran empty.
Conversations danced
around truth and honesty
escaped out the window.
I saw a stranger in the corner.
His name tag read Sinner
and his guilt left ink
on his forearms.
I asked him to read my palm
and he confessed how much
he loved wakes.
My laughter shattered the static.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
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too hot
oto oht
oot tho..!
not to..
nto ot..?
ton o..
to do
ot od
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owt..
tow
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burning illusion
(not cars houses
and so on..)
a heat of vision
take the floor now
root man..
truth song
seared at core
end to want
and poverty
then-
too hot..!
iii
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
Sterile stillness
A distilled interest
A big build of impress to egress the regrets,
Cigarettes can't succor this sucker to bet
His best (like the rest),
into smoke
into flame
fear of monotony, seer to blame;
pioneer to fame of the same game
To claim a name and maim my own,
My fathers own:
For fleeting glory and some old stories
To evade the per diem prosaic
and italicize our mosaic lives
On large screens for husbands and wives
but why?
I won't,
I don't see myself in my grandmothers eyes
but her spirit, perpetual cries, she sighs
Every breath of,
'hold on
Be strong
You've got the brawn of the dawn'
But I had forgone and withdrawn,
longed for the absorption of the networking,
a distortion and abortion of palpability.
If validity is what you're looking for,
why do you want so much more?
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
Arm gooin' daàn me muvva's
An arm gonna goo by buz
Cos me feet am bloomin' urtin'
An I aint got me an oss
Then arm off to ave some bevvies
An arm gonna get kaylied
If yow'm in the Jolly Nailor
Then arl shaàt ya one inside
Doh goo bein' a soft apeth
Doh goo doin' owt thats daft
Cos when yow'v dun ad' a skinful
Then yow know yow just get saft
If ar doh see yow befow'r yow goo
Arl see yow on anon
Cos arm kippin' on the sofa
Raànd me mums aàs back up um
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Been too long since I have created,
Since i've drawn or wrote owt celebrated.
Having a breakdown to reality,
Working out how life is meant to be,
Unshakled mind but still not free,
I now make sense of the things I see.
Open mind does lead to free thought,
Free from the sick indoctrined fort.
Free thought leads to controversy,
When spoke folk try belittling me.
Words are the most dangerous tool,
To brainwash those who learn at school,
Make us obey each fascist rule.
Why can't we all open our eyes
To all the enslavement and lies?
Why get angry at those awake,
Who care for you for goodness sake.
Instead of cussing those in power,
You insult those while in moods sour.
Laughing, oppressing piece of mind,
With tyrannical words far from kind.
Outrage seething from closed brains,
Not folks faulght, we have been trained.
To regurgitate the lie and do not think,
And let them mould our mind to shrink.
Dissmiss the real with a curse and wink,
Is this what you really want in life?
To let greed and hate and fear run rife?
To stop humans thinking for self,
To keep the slave masters in wealth,
Staying downtrod for there good health?
All roads lead to Rome it's said,
And we're walking roads that they tred.
His story not history,
No truth wrote, why can't you see?
No Darwinism or big bang
No cells turned fish who did evolve
No axles for us to spin,
The puzzles there for us to solve
We can't let the demons win.
Kate Longshaw
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
No longer am I sorry
No more than I should be
No longer do I worry
If no love I see.
I’ve given all I can
I’ve shared it out with all
If love is not worth sharing
It’s not worth ‘owt at all.
I’ve given up my crying
I’ll carry on for good
But remember when I’m sighing
I’m only flesh and blood.
No! I won’t say I’m sorry
No! Indeed I should not be
But if anybody’s crying
Pray – not over me.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
Come sail with me as we did before
Our rage and my stupidity
Got in the way
Of love,
Come step into the boat with me,
You remember it,
White and blue
And full of love,
Come grasp the tiller,
Haul in the sheet,
Take us in hand and sail
With me to common purpose,
There is no space for
Anything but peace while sailing,
No space for owt but love
Between us,
And love and happiness with you are
Enough for me
Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 6:51 AM UTC
i nevur payed atention in inglish class,
But I'm sure no won wil notice.
ive made it this far with owt any help,
this hole gramur thing is bogus.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Aye
they'll tell you owt
then
sell you out
and
you'll not know nowt
about it
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC