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Roses are grey Violets are grey I'm colourblind And shit at poetry.
We all have writers block at times yet feel something is there, well this is what was there.
As I looking around, I say to myself whatever happen to my personal life and then I say the last time I checked it was on the internet.....Oh Well.. LOL
mucking around
And the cost of living is rising faster than the tide, We have no control, just along for the ride, I can’t go on holiday, I can’t go away, I can’t be there, and I can’t afford to stay, Foreign interference makes life a misery, for all of y
filling in time, Happy Easter all
I think I should write about NOTHING, cause today, I have NOTHING to say, and NOTHING is more than its parts, it can ease or break many hearts, NOTHING means such a lot, you either have or you have not!, And NOTHING plays such a part, NOTHING can't g
I'm gonna go downtown I'm gonna see my gal I'm gonna sing her a son I'm gonna show her my Ding Dong
Inspirated by Shakespeare....
Read and to Write with the meaing of the truth....
For those who do not know Scousers are from Liverpool, and within UK renowned for being scallywags' or thieving gits, so to keep in tune with trend of self humour I penned this to make someone grin or even dare say smile, if it does then its been worthwhile.
I wrote this to remind myself that sometimes a little patience is required before you find what you are looking for. :)
And tomorrow will be, oh yes, with or without you or me, its strange to see, such continuity, but that is the way, come what may, when playtime ends, it's goodbye my friends.
It is what it is,,, if you know
Why?, Why? does there need to be an answer to existence, Why not exist? No one knows, where we go, where this all goes, if we could only stop looking, we may enjoy being here! Lets all just drink Tennessee whiskey and then go to bed!
Sitting here looking at my glasses, I've noticed they make my eyes blurry, the more I use them the less I can see, I wonder, how can this be? Is it my age?, or my demenour?, when my woman comes in I cant even see her! I think I should clean them, if
I have the ability to write about any sugject, phrase or thought. Also to write either a poem, short story or song. One day a friend called me and asked me what I do when I get a creative block and I told her that I look around where I am and pick something anything to write about. So that day I saw a bag.
There's a lovely full moon over here in Kerry tonight, I feel moved ?
I'm just in a silly mood !! Hee Hee ! It happens sometimes.
Just a little nonsense to brighten up the day, I've heard that chicken stew is great, to chase a chill away !!!
Sometimes when I hear certain songs, jokes pop up in my mind making fun of it. This is the only parody I have copyrighted. I really need to get out a few of the other ones that I wrote. I love writing parodies.
I wrote this poem when i was 13 yrs old. i am now 60yrs old and this is the first time it has ever been written down. i have kept this poem inside my head all these years.
Part 2, since it was too big to post all at once.
bearrrrrrrrrrrds
Wrote this one 4-7-94. A real off the wall poem instead of a usual song, but when you look back almost 30 years later, you wonder what the Hell was I thinking or doing at the time when I wrote this! lol Until then...
Competition, who can write the longest sequence of rhyme using only one entry per time per letter in the alphabet. e.g. collide and cried is not allowed, just use one. I got through 13/26 letters in this one. Wonder if at, bat, cat could go more? Over to you if you can beat 13..
long ago, playing drinnking games, someone declared the 'Hasselhoff Rule' where you finish everything you say with ...David Hasselhoff. I dont drink much (winning) and got to thinking....
The art of communication has changed, rearranged, instead of "I said", its now, "I was like" instead of " I said back" it's "I turned around and said", so they are constantly turning around (for no reason) being like something (for no reason) and T
About sums up my day. ??
Old mother Hubbard went to the cupboard To fetch her dog a bone When she got their The cupboard was bare So the dog gave her A bone of his own
I've decided to write my bucket list......... 1. Mop bucket Thats it!
I was thinking back to my army days
keep 'em brief, mental images
The dark clouds gathered before thunder Oh I wish (if only) the rain would deliberately rain down and touch carefully her palm The most important thing is I felt her in my veins The memories of her flow steadily They are like the fi
Marigolds in June can thrive, its Cosmos that do survive, in April and May, who knows what to say, but certain roses bloom all year round, Chantilly Lace shows its grace, but Cinnamon Snow is the way to go. I think, well, it's swim or sink!
If from sleep I awaken I'm alive If I never wake up again I'm dead - which however I cannot experience I think this is unfair and to offer Death its fair share of existence I now rename ‘Life’ ‘Death’ At last I can enjoy the '
Like a railway through a mountain pass,her eyes they shone like crystal glass,her ways were from another time,she had my heart, this heart of mine,but as the winds of time blow by,she dumped me for another guy,I no longer take the train
What is more boring than dying? It’s a terrible waste of time: lying there twiddling my eyebrows or dreaming up words that might rhyme. Why don’t I chant a ‘te deum’ or swear repenting remorse or scream for succour or sanctum or plead for
just thoughts !!
This whimsical poem anthropomorphizes global organizations as players in a game of hide-and-seek, symbolizing the complexities and hidden actions of global politics and economics. It playfully critiques the elites who navigate these institutions, subtly wielding power. Despite its light-hearted tone, it acknowledges the grave consequences of their decisions. The poem aims to make the abstract concept of global governance relatable, aiming to provoke thought and discussion. The poem was written with a spirit of light-hearted cynicism, highlighting the absurdity of these power dynamics, yet it carries an underlying hope for a more transparent, shared global governance. This ode falls under the category of "Satirical Poetry." Satirical poetry uses humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people's stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues. In this case, the ode humorously critiques the often unseen actions of global elites, symbolized by leaders of major international organizations, and their effect on world affairs.
Secret intelligence from the survelliance "mast", shows life cant continue, it's growing too fast, ozone layers, emissions from cars, carbon footprints, it just can't last, The earth is heating up all too soon, the ice cap is melting, it's no
She stood there by the ocean, The breeze gently lifted her hair. Of that seagull just above her, She was totally unaware. Seemingly floating in the sky, The seagull’s wings were still. I think it paused to take good aim, And drop a mess at w
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