The Teenage lcbr
** Not really true, I was only interested in Adult things, and that, for a teenager - are always, the things, which we can't have! *** I'm being ironic, I'm an atheist, this just happens to suit my poem, as a "literary device". ^ P.N - a school friend of mine (initials changed, and identity withheld). ^^ Bludge: "To bludge" is an Australian colloquialism, which means to: - "not try very hard". ^^^ See my poem "My First Time", to see what happens next, in my life. Please Note: This poem may be purely allegorical, with the I "first person, descriptor" used as a device to generalize about the kind high school years, which may be familiar to "many". This could be largely "Poetic Licence", however, I have tried my best to explain some aspects of "Adolescent Angst", here. ps: Thanks for all your reads, lcbr.
A Schoolboy's Dream (circa 1984)
* Upper Blue Mountains townships (they were back then); really just outer suburbs, of Sydney, now.
Into the Chrysalis
Individual potential
Penfriends
Dedicated to CS penfriends......The Agony Aunt I'll never see....
The Heathen
* I have disabled comments for this poem, because I don't want to start a Shit Fight, in the PC (that would be most unseemly); anyway, the blogs are for that, lol... ** I don't really mind what anyone here believes - I'm just expressing a point of view. *** I love you all, here, in the Poet's Corner, (regardless of what you believe)...
Speculations
Poetic speculations, (of a philosophical nature)
Hot Rush
She holds relief; In her hand;- A few white grains of rice. And down that river, Now she flows;- Forgetting all her vice. Just half a minute;- (Now before), Her pain;- It was so real. Then the soft rose, A plume of blood;- And noth
To Find What's Left
* I'm not religious, in the least (hardly). I merely feel the Energy must dissipate somewhere when we "die".
Kirsten
More memories.... * Sydney suburbs. ** I don't really believe this; I'm being sarcastic/ironic.
When Cupid gets Drunk
* Luckily, he missed! (I had fun writing this)..
Why are we Here?
A speck of flysh*t floating in Infinity, What are we more; (from a cosmological point of view)? A question no one knows, Though some will say. In this amazing world, Theories, they abound, And beliefs are many. Yet no one knows an Atom
Starlight Woman
We all came from stars, and to stars, we will return....
Convict Chains
* The Cat "O" Nine Tails (a whip used to punish convicts). ** Foveaux, a particularly cruel Govenor; in charge of the convict settlement on Norfolk Island.
No One Knows
* As per the Greek myth of Helios.
A Sufic Poem
When we see beyond Good and Evil We want the Good. When we see beyond Time and Place Beyond Place and Time Beyond Time and Space. Thoughts are faster than light In all of the Galaxies Interconnected. Golden beach sand Constantly wa
The End Times
The "damage done" by idiots.....
Each Mind
Each Mind a separate Universe As Galaxies unfold. Where Time emitted From it's source Does Destiny now hold. We all have Sins, Pain, and Pleasure;- Most are yet untold. Things we don't yet understand May yet be revealed. Time this wr
Within this Flower
Within this flower of a rose A single drop of dew Cascades its fount, and now are tears Cried for the man she knew. Dainty lashes - wet with tears Emotion over flows Her heaving bosom ; - dare no one say That moss about her grows. Too soo
For my Late Great Mate Bob
* A Sydney suburb. ** A dear old mate of mine Robert (Bob) died in hospital, about a week ago; and I wrote this poem, as a tribute to him. "Where ever you are, old mate - take care".
Swipe Right
Swipe right My daily rite (For as a man I need delight). Swipe left I feel bereft (Although it's quick As I am deft). Swipe right Maybe some night She will let me Be her knight. Well, I'm alone (And all out of fight) Today I'm d
She Breaks my Heart
I had a fling the other night, and now she won't answer her phone, I best forget and "look for love elsewhere".
Tanya (Party like its 1999)
* Newtown - an inner city suburb of Sydney. ** Goon - a cheap wine (white, or in this case red) packed in a water-tight bladder, in a cardboard box (cask) of sizes of 2 liters, and 4 liters. Incidentally, it is actually an Aussie invention! *** Goon bag - Aussie slang for when the bladder of wine is pulled out of its cardboard cask, and then carried in a lady's handbag. (This is a popular way of smuggling alcohol into nightclubs, so as not to have to buy overpriced and expensive drinks). **** Dogging - an English (UK) slang expression, meaning to have sex in public places.
My Guitar's Rubaiyat
The pain of first love lost...
The Robot Poet -True A.I?
Inspired by a Wikipedia article, inferring that robots with A.I capabilities can produce "realistic" prose and poetry.
Sharon of Merrylands
Merrylands - outer SW suburb of Sydney.
Kitty
* Name changed. ** "Sin City" is a nickname for Sydney.
Women (the handbag theory)
* Just a bit of satire on superficiality
Practicing Guitar
* It helps a lot when the chords and music are on the net. ** I am not a "muso" (musician) I do this as a hobby.
Victoria: two times a lady
* Name Changed ** Suburb Changed (A "win-win" situation;- "Box" trifectas, can be quite useful, at times). © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
Too Much!
The downside of experience is a certain amount of collateral damage,.... back to the lovey-dovey stuff shortly
Brittany
* A Sydney suburb. ** Australian slang *** The Moon
Bali (Trip 2 - circa 1992)
* prozzies English slang for prostitutes ** mozzies Aussie slang for mosquitos *** cozzies Aussie slang for swimming costumes (One day I'll go back and give that chef a piece of my mind!).
Tipping the Velvet
There is a serpent Eve which crowns your wreath If nothing there to hide then down below - For something good I had to go beneath; - Your mound of Venus and its moist furrow. After I've finished you may feel replete - Or beg for more - and moani
Tori
* See my earlier poem "Residential School Fun." ** Inner SW Sydney suburb. *** Captain Cook (who discovered Australia for the British in 1770).
As a matter of fact
* " Such is life".......So said Ned Kelly - (famous Australian Bush Ranger)
The Wounded Narcissist
A slight reworking of the Icarus myth.
A Stranger's Eyes
I walk along the street And I'm blue and lonely. My childhood hurts this love For my one and only. Searching other's eyes For love's deep abyss. The ocean in my soul Drowns in a stranger's kiss. I'm lost without a woman Directionless a
What Can I Say?
I felt very lonely this evening, so I just thought that I would write this...
In My Heart
Reincarnation...How I feel sometimes...The Unity of everything...Souls recognizing each other;...A subject for Meditation...
Tears From a Red Rose
The red rose is touched by dew :- Tears from a red rose Blood from her womb So few will know. Known by so few Tears from a red rose So few will know. Blood from her womb Tears from a red rose So few will know. © lovecanbereal A
The Plagiarist (My USB)
For those who cut/copy/paste/print out another's original work, from this site; and claim it as their own. Advice to other (original) CS poets: copy your work, to your own personal USB (or similar) as soon as you post. I have just looked at time of viewing stats for my work here; and seen that about 40 of my poems have been "viewed" in the space of ten minutes, which, to put it mildly, is pretty far-fetched. This leads me to suspect, that some mischief is at play here (I may be wrong).
The Lover
The World calls her a slut;- In reality, she's a High Priestess. Not seeking the World's riches She burns as she finds. The World calls him a player In reality, he is a man on the Road. Being made Whole By the kindness of a stranger. What