"strop" poems
Sticky Sticky, So **** Sticky,
Us Brits and our Weather
are so **** Picky
Sun Beats Down, Evaporates the Frowns
Then there's the complaints for which wer are so renowned
Too Cold, Too Hot, Please Just Stop...
I was waiting all winter long and now you strop
I much prefer shades to a winters coat
Up round my **** not up round my throat
Own far more Mini's than I do Scarfs
and it was the Summer Holiday's I had most Laughs
So you can keep your dreams of cosy nights in
As I excite the 'Vit D' and Tan my Skin
All trhose extra layers keeping you wrapped
I prefer the White lines where my Crop-Top Strapped
"I can't Move, Think I'm Melting",
I quickly choose 'Rays' over 'Downpours' or 'Peltings'
Sitting at this screen writing is now getting Tricky
It's Sticky Sticky....Too ****** Sticky... Yeergh!
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
foisting up at the strop of yawn
i remark,
impared
at the bluffers worn
it is kildy and capy
i'm underly mistaken
i plonder on my clothing
and part the towd ranglings
blind are the dawnings
it's still a mite
at four gone the night
and more a tune til the mourning
i am blowtard and sworn
i mumble back to kibble
and a mount full of scorn
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
In the dining room, on the wall
were pictures of times past-
Of aunts and uncles, and some curios-
memories, that will, forever last-
One item hung in silence-
a product of those olden days-
Called into service-
when respect for others-often went astray
I remember what my father said
when I asked what 'that' was for-
and a slight grin crossed his face-
"Ahh, yes, I recall it, that's for sure!"
"That's a leather strop", he said -
"to hone a razor, when we shaved-
It was also a "learning tool"-
when we, as kids, misbehaved."
My dad was from the "old school"
when "respect" was being taught
Not by others, but by our parents
else our purpose..........
"Went for naught!"
richard riddle: 11.10.2015
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
With your beauty hot let my love to flow
Like liquid in my veins to glow and blow
Let your beauty be my domain not to show
You are like a midsummer I am like snow
Let us melt together to be high to be on top
Let us travel to our destiny without any stop
Let me make you happy ,take away from strop
Let us sow seeds of love to grow into the crop
Please do not consider my dis ability as hurdle
Being of no consequence still I am strong anvil
I can be able and agile if you are my sweet angel
I am your flame in darkness you are my candle
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
Well now, haven’t you got the prettiest shell?
So smooth and glossy, bright and slick,
And so unique!
So different from everyone else!
Although…
Are you sure about pink? Doesn’t seem right
Not green! It doesn’t suit you!
You don’t want black! Too boyish!
That much red?! What an eyesore!
Oh, don’t look so blue! We’ll get this right
You know the young ones always look darling
Always pure white, they look so angelic
Wouldn’t you want to be more like them?
It was only a suggestion dear!
Don’t storm off in a strop! What’s wrong with you?
Think outside the box? Why would you need to?
I’m sorry darling, I guess you just -
I guess it just doesn’t...feel like you
You know, I think we’ll just paint it for you!
How about a nice white?
Maybe grey or beige
Oh, no dear grey is too ugly…
How about charcoal, a nice dark shell yes?
You’ll blend right in!
There we go! That is much better!
It’s perfect this way
You’re perfect this way.
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 7:38 AM UTC
the rain falls and runs
over the black shield, not bullet proof,
like a life, that is not mullet proof,
bad taste in personal care, bad taste in your mouth
so be aware, rain drops don't have legs but they
run anyway, across the umbrella,
and drip to the ground,
your heels kick up the spray of discarded raindrop corpses,
they bleed into your pants and the stain grows,
the further you try to walk away,
from the moving scene, of a crime,
but the clothes like all things, even drips dry overnight,
until it falls and runs again,
on a day, when the umbrella gets forgotten,
where the mullet meets its taker,
and the barber's chair and floor,
take on a texture change, as dead
pieces of hair fall and rearrange,
each time the door opens to the shop,
the unwelcome chill breeze sweeps in,
as the chair forms to the body of the voluntold,
striking the strop, blade raised, the barber stands behind,
a man who is getting old as his hair,
the living and the dead each strand
but the chemo is coming,
and it will take it, a requirement, a demand
anyway, may as well give it away,
cancer the disease takes, without saying please
here where the pole twirls and never stops,
the chatter of voices and murmurs in the shop,
good riddance to bad ******* he thinks
as the barber powders his neck and brushes,
any hairy evidence to the ground, they tumble and fall,
until night falls and runs, over the cityscape,
the pinpricks of light along the streets,
as he walks home alone, the umbrella he left
behind, closed up like the shop, the twirling candy cane pole stopped,
is far from his mind, for the rain falling will hide the tears,
he is not ready, he is unsteady, how will he hide the fears?
Soaking, in the night, pale against the dark future as it appears, like his hair...short
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
The cracked window brings the light, beautiful to many, yet vile to to my sight.
Can I sleep?
don't remind me of what I must do.
When they weep
Leave me my silence,
leave me my grace,
leave this ***** grimy disgrace.
We all should lie in obscurity.
Leave me this mourning
Leave me this bad taste
Leave me this sad and sorry waste
Living world of impurities
Cracks in the pavement
They wont break her back.
but don't break your neck.
I will make it through.
We all should lie in obscurity.
In a world of such impurities
Left in the distance.
Recognize the light.
Walk the paths of fear,
Acceptance takes flight.
Cloudy eyes may not see.
I'm not here to race,
It's another dawn ,
and the darkness breaks
In my opponents
I see great teachers,
family, monsters,
Scared men and preachers.
Lie in the shadows
Lie in the twilight
or a darkened room.
to embrace the light.
Such cunning,such sleight
Hardly believe your eyes
Phoenix taking flight
Takes us by surprise
Does anything have one side?
Truth found in a lie
Does anything have one side?
Truth found in a lie
Try to tell myself
brush of the ashes
you lived through the flames
some disfigurement
I killed love itself
with a thousand lashes
I know I'm to blame
The killing wont stop
This is just a play?
Will you make it through
Make me feel something
A knife on a strop
but it never slays
Just black and blue hues
This the love that stings
Leave me my silence,
leave me my grace,
leave this ***** grimy disgrace.
We all should lie in obscurity.
Leave me this mourning
Leave me this bad taste
Leave me this sad and sorry waste
Living world of impurities
Leave me my silence,
leave me my grace,
leave this ***** grimy disgrace.
We all should lie in obscurity.
Leave me this mourning
Leave me this bad taste
Leave me this sad and sorry waste
Living world of impurities
YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR FROM ME
I COULD SQUASH YOU LIKE A FLEA
BROKE THE SKIN MADE YOU BLEED
YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR FROM ME
The cracked pavement stained like night, beautiful to many, yet vile to to my sight.
Can I sleep?
don't remind me of what I must do.
When they weep
Leave me my silence,
leave me my grace,
leave this ***** grimy disgrace.
We all should lie in obscurity.
Leave me this mourning
Leave me this bad taste
Leave me this sad and sorry waste
Living world of impurities
Leave me this morning
We all hold the pen in our hands, we all sing the tune
many stories will be told, many pouring out their soul, was it love or rock and roll
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
You have to wonder how
much of what weighs you
down is not yours to carry,
so don't talk, just act, don't
say, just show and don't
promise, just prove and
know that if you were a
bird you would know who
to **** on.
Unless it's a mad passionate,
extraordinary love, it's a
waste of your time because
there are too many mediocre
things in life and love
shouldn't be one of them so
realize that love is like a
**** if you have to force it,
it's probably ****
Believe in yourself and
when you say " yes " to
others, make sure you are
not saying "no" to yourself
and don't strop until you're
proud even if you have
to be loud.
Jon York 2016
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Ed Sutcliffe said
he saw his cousin
walk from bathroom
to bedroom (not his)
starkers
nigh on
had to push
my eyes back in
the sockets
he added
you muck pig
O’Brien said
you did it
on purpose
so you could
have a gawk
I never did
it was just
one of those things
never in a month
of Sundays
would I have gawked
Sutcliffe said
is she worth
the gawking?
you asked
o to be sure she is
O’Brien said
would Eddie here
be gawking
at a titless wonder?
no to be sure
she’s got to be worth
the eye strain
but not my cousin
Sutcliffe said
I’d not be waiting
outside the bathroom
to gawk at her
coming out
so say you Succy
you lecherous bronco
I think I saw her once
you said
hasn’t she got
white blonde hair
like yourself
and more curves
than the figure eight?
no
Sutcliffe said
that’s not her
that’s my mother
you’ve seen
you don’t gawk
your mother
do you Eddie?
O’Brien said
what you take me for
of course not
Sutcliffe said
he’s just joking
with you
you said
nothing meant
Sutcliffe walked ahead
in a strop
four letter words
coming over
his thin shoulder
poor old Eddie
you sure take
the *****
out of him
you said
ah it’s nothing
O’Brien said
he’ll get over it
as the bishop
got over the actress
and sure enough
as soon as you all
reached the school gates
Sutcliffe was his old self
wanting a quick drag
on O’Brien’s smoke
thinking all
the old patter
as one huge joke.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
Ahem,
Uh
excuse me-
just what do you think your doing?
barging in on my life,
causing a ruckus after so long now
it's was fun
while it lasted but your my past
&
I know you know better then
to try and relive what can never be again...
You love who
um hell naw
not me,
see
I once was blind
but
baby I see clear through
your
fake persona
to the
little devil who'll use
what ever he can
to try and become my man,
you
had ya chance
and
you ******* blew it,
don't keep emailing or texting me
I want nothing to do with you
and
how sad
cuz
when I wanted you
It was you
playing hard to get
not so much
to get
just so **** hard
to hold on to,
I left that part of my life,
left the bitterness and pain too,
your words never hurt
as much
as
your actions-
caused me to
wanna die,
**** you too
but
what then
of the seed you planted in me,
now as
months,months and months go by
I laugh at my stupidity
for thinking everything
you said
you meant....
Please
save it for someone who
gives a flying ****
I guess you can say through it
all and after all this time
my feeling & self
have changed
feeling regret and hate
for the careless
way you tossed me away
tossed my words back at me
and
choose to
play games on me
begging me to let you back in
You had me thinking
we could of been more
then just friends
and
more then anything
we could of been a
family....
funny
sadly so
cuz I no longer have
those feelings
I just pity the useless
way you drag on begging
and running after
memories
something that
COULD NEVER
BE NOW
Not again
not after all the **** you did
not after all the pain you caused
and
never after all the loss
I went through.
Sorry didn't do
so save it for her
she finally got what she wanted
and
I'm happy for her
cuz least it aint me any longer &
I no
longer worry hurt or even miss you.
Stop
bothering me
Stop lying to your self
Strop trying to make me feel
something
that wont ever
be there again.
Save
"Sorry"
for the weak minds
who'll
listen to your
********
Sorry
again huh
OK
your right
your
a
SORRY
SON OF A *****
SO
KEEP SORRY TO YA'SELF
&
GET THE **** ON
outta here
LEAVE ME
THE HELL ALONE!
haa haa haa
HAAAAAAAA
Remember
We said
No Regrets
Always Me Ayeshah
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 5:27 PM UTC
If she’d said something
I wouldn’t be giving upon her
Any where I would have followed her.
I’d haven’t missed her, only
If I’d not have giving upon her.
I know she’ll not miss even a gleam.
And I’d have bring her ice cream,
If she’d said something.
I would have woven
and spin my life round her,
If she’d said something.
I thought she would
be an epicenter of my life.
But when strop cut, I’d gulped
whole solid salty ****
And I’ll grow dead -eventually- in evenfall.
Nightfall ought to be peaceful,
but it clutches your way like in gears.
A constant, perpetrated picture
keep your head occupied like a
brook flows with babbling sound.
I stare at the ceiling in the dark,
with same old empty felling in the chest.
A breeze brings with aroma of violet.
I lay on sand of salty water,
tides making growling sound.
I spoke to clear sky.
And I spoke to all.
Good bye - All men die.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
Christina walked home
from school
in a strop
she'd not seen
Benedict all day
not on the sports field
(too wet
the prefect said)
nor in the corridors
despite searching
wide eyed
high and low
and in double maths
she'd doodled his name
in the inside cover
of her exercise book
to feel close to him
at least in mind
he was there
his sister said
he was some place
or other
she'd said
in a classroom
or gym
(oh to be there
Christina mused
to be close to him)
and once home
she strode
through the house
(ignoring
her mother's complaints
of this being left undone
or unwashed linen
left on the floor
of her room)
and up the stairs
and into her room
shutting the door
on her mother's tirade
(in one of her
blue moods no doubt)
and putting a chair
against the door
to keep her mother out
she lay on her bed
and took out
the photo of him
from beneath her pillow
and lay it
on her breast
and let him rest
all day and not
one sight
not a glimpse
not a passing shadow
just the teachers
and their talk
and other girls
and their chat
and giggles of boys
or such
oh it was all too much
she mused
rubbing the photo
against her breast
(nearer to her heart
symbolically)
closing her eyes
imagining him there
kissing her lips
********* her hair
talking like he did
of this or that
of some book he liked
or some place
he'd been or liked
to go
but in her mind
at least
he was there
having placed
his clothes
on the chair
being quite bare
(as was she of course
in her mind's eye)
just he and she
laying alone
he saying yea
and she making moan
but disturbed
by her mother's knock
at the door
(the imagining dispersed
he but vapour
in her mind)
and her mother's voice
much calmer
just asking
about some tea and toast
(all sins forgiven)
yes OK
Christina said
tucking his photo
beneath the pillow
and rising
from the bed
carrying his image
and her dreaming
inside her head.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
on the edge of an apron,
border above,
hands bleed out the natron,
of thee, flies a dove.
a candlelight’s beam,
a trapdoor below,
the words to one seem,
for other to know.
soft natron in voice,
the labyrinth backstage,
out heart peaks a choice,
trapped in a black cage.
hearts bleed out to tears,
such glory they’ve seen,
eyes brighten of flares,
thee treasure, so keen.
a bow of the taking,
brown feathers as prop,
out wings lads were aiding,
necks tied with a strop.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
King Ahasuerus desires a mate
'One chooses Esther one thinks she's first rate.'
Later he's soppy and showers her with kisses
Then honours his promise and makes her his missis.
Haman gets an earful ; the King's in a strop.
'You're history you hear us. You're for the big chop.'
'Oi, Haman, I'll miss you
Just Like a used tissue!'
Mordecai's very cheerful
Though once he was fearful
'Oy vey, I'm relieved
The Jews are reprieved'
Jeer and boo with a passion
Nibble hamantashen
(Poppyseeds are the filler)
That's the gansa megillah
Miriam Troth 2016
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
I am in lust. I'm hate,I'm love, I'm tangled.
I am amused,confused,bruised.
I am hot,cold,I am untold.
I'm undone,I'm fun,
Coming,going,I'm all knowing.
I hope,love and scar,
My head hurts and my mind is numb.
I'm hurt,jealous,envious.
I smile, laugh and taste.
I scream and dream.
I'm in a hurry, I'm lazy.
My throat hurts, can't talk.
I can't see, just leave me be.
I am disabled, not able.
Leave me in pieces.
I am all of the above and then some.
I'm tired,inspired,I am wired.
I cry ,I lie and try.
I am trying,but most of all I'm crying.
I'm fake,I'm real. It is surreal.
I feel,I don't,I won't.
I talk,I walk,I run.
I stop,I strop, I shout.
I really don't know what this is about.
How do you feel? To me it's real.
I am raw,I'm cut,I need,I bleed.
I give up,I give in,you win.
I fight,I am uptight.
I'm abstract, I react, detract.
I am dramatic,ecstatic, erratic.
.... I am knackered.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
die son
streel winterlig
teen brose
grashalms op
‘n goue lem
geslyp op
die yswind
se strop
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
How many times have
We each said that
One to another,
You to me
And me to you,
Just a word and yet
A whole sentence,
Entire paragraphs on occasion,
Hey hello,
Hey how's it going?
Hey, I have missed you
And I love you
And I am so very very glad
We are in one another's lives
Because it, and this, and we
Are precious,
And although you in your mood
And anger and self-righteous
ADHD infused rage
May never say hey to me
Again in this life,
Even though soon
If not already
Your strop will thaw
And your softness return but
Stay painted in a corner
Against the risk of finding love,
Although you only see the ****** bits
And focus on anything but those
Truly great memories we have,
Despite all that
I am am still here,
And despite verse two I am still
Standing here,
And I am still saying
HEY
Can you hear?
Jul 21, 2024
Jul 21, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
Sanmati, my messenger, is no more a milksop.
Ardent though is she never will yawp.
Nagging sometimes though in some shop.
Merrily walks in crowd alone till atop.
Amends her needs; tackles one with strop-
Till he agrees with her, else does lop.
In always high spirits, ready to swop
Joy or sorrow equally treats like gumdrop.
Angry if treats us like a bellhop
In our home or out, but never plop
Nor cry in public to show us flop.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
Is it not strange, it seems so to me
How much women change after matrimony
When we went steady for every date
She did not spend hours getting ready, was not always late
She was more than happy with the smallest present
She never once nagged me, was always so pleasant.
She always looked great, stood out in the crowd
Always telling her mates how I made her so proud.
A love life so fantastic, every single night
Though marriage seemed drastic it all seemed so right
Yes I was her king and could totally understand
Her constantly hinting I would make a great husband.
I eventually said Yes and we strode down the aisle
All was joy and happiness, for a short while
But then it all went wrong, very unhappily
The honeymoon did not last that long, regrettably
Her nagging was incessant, she was always in a strop
I welcomed the silent treatment; it made the nagging stop
She spent more time out shopping than she did with me
Never stopped ‘til she was dropping, I was facing bankruptcy
Yet when we were going anywhere, (which became a rare thing)
she never had a thing to wear, which meant even more shopping.
Our love life was non existent; she never cut me a break
She seemed to have an almost persistent, night time headache
She let herself go, some days not even getting dressed
She put on a pound or so which had her constantly stressed
She started comfort eating and took to the wine of a night
There was no point in my speaking, it always ended in a fight.
Try as I might, she never seemed to be satisfied
It seems I could do no right, though God knows I tried.
There was nothing I could say, even less that I could do
I thought fondly of our wedding day when our love was true
She never seemed to think of me like she did before
though hand on heart honestly, I could do no more
I tried absolutely everything but it was all in vain
Told her I would do anything to have her love me again
But everything she loved about me, she now seemed to hate
She treated me like I was the enemy, it was all too late
So I walked out the door thinking what an awful shame
vowing never to get married anymore, thanks all the same.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
My wife woke up the other morning
and positively glowered at me
I knew that look was some kind of warning
But wondered what on earth it could be?
It was quite obvious she was not happy
Though I had absolutely no idea why
I tried to talk to her but she was so snappy
Looked at me like she wished I would die.
I thought it might be about my snoring
Which I knew was very bad of late
though that normally had her shouting and roaring
and not in this silent but deadly state
Was it my restless legs syndrome again?
had my kicking kept her up all night?
Or had I hogged all the duvet yet again?
I knew something was not quite right
It was like waiting for a bomb to explode
the silence was truly agonising
my self confidence began to erode
had I done something without realising?
I knew I was definitely in mortal danger
That I needed to tread very carefully
She looked at me like I was some kind of stranger
Actually, more like I was her worst enemy!
I had no option but to push a bit harder
Thoughts of personal safety I left behind
I had to find out what was wrong with her
Before I went completely out of my mind
And then like a veritable tsunami
The whole truth it just flooded out
I knew then why she saw me as the enemy,
Understood what the strop was about!
She accused me of having an affair
With none other than her best friend
She was convinced that I just did not care,
Thought our marriage had come to an end
She did not believe I could be so cold
That I would throw away all that we had
She was convinced and would not be told
It nearly killed me to see her hurting so bad
I tried to convince her that I loved her
That nothing was going on honestly
That I could never have an affair for,
I knew she was the only woman for me
It was hard to convince her it was not true
But she realised in the end it seems
That having an affair is not something I’d do
The whole affair only happened in her dreams!
The whole thing was an absolute nightmare
It was incredibly frightening
One thing we learned from the whole affair
Is that dreams can be a funny thing!
Like alarm bells sounding a warning,
We both saw it as a wake up call
Now we have a reality check every morning
Before doing anything else at all!
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
When I was a spring Lamb
onlookers would stare
whose the spring Lamb
with Red Hair
When the farmer took us to market
with his trusty bloodhound
They all sold for hundred quid
Me the ginger a pound
I'm the odd one out
Black sheep in a strop
The only sheep with freckles
And a copper top
Alas I'm the last sheep standing
As you can tell
I live five times longer
The black sheep duracell
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
Without values life may whop
And you cannot even yawp
As the destiny may strop
A valueless person nonstop.
If your values from life lop
It is zilch and make you fop –
Fop – a man with concern atop
For dress than character prop.
Without values we may drop;
Cannot stand or walk; sit or hop.
So respect values that clearly mop
All bad, illicit or forbidden crop.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
Solo plimsoll on the shore.
Deflated ring of confidence,ripped apart,
Jetsam, coloured bit of art.
Plastic naval stripes and anchors
Discarded by some sulky kid.
Kicked out in a rampant strop.
The old dear, won't buy him an ice cream.
He kicks off again.
Nothing new.
A lad who's full of fits and starts.
Really should know better.
He reads his mum.
Like she's an open letter.
Telling him what he has to do.
He really should behave better.
Always gets his own way.
Chucked that bit of buoyancy aid on to a rock and ripped it.
Kicked his plimsoll in the sand.
Stormed off in a childish huff.
He should know so much better.
He's fifty three, out of his tree.
Always gets his own way.
(c)Livvi
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Book is the only stop
Where all halt from top
For knowledge or whop
Of all sort and thoughts slop.
Though it clear drains prop
For teacher or for carhop.
They are vaguely clear lop
Whenever read makes plop
Of cognition to take you atop.
This is for money a great swop.
These are sooth in great strop
For those who keep at doorstop.
What a pleasure they are as sop.
I loved to have ignorance to mop.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC