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online today!Bali (Trip 2 - circa 1992)
My next trip to Bali - I was twenty-four
Going there again with a few mates.
We each had a room (like the time before)
I'll not bore you with flight details commonplace.
Returning on a holiday to score
Some p*ssy and drink till we're off our face.
We had spending money and a cheap airfare -
All I'll say suffice to say we got there.
Arriving on the beach in steamy Kuta
To watch a sunset dying in the west.
Sipping Bintang beer in a pool bar
(Memories I made there were the best).
Knowing that I was now from Sydney far
It was time to settle in and to get pissed.
To tie one on but not get truly rotten
The smells of Asia not quickly are forgotten.
The first girl I met her name was Donna
(An Aussie girl from Broome as I remember)
And that first night I certainly got on her
(It's hot and dry in Bali in December).
By the pool at 3 am is where I saw her; -
I invited her into the balmy water;-
And now I'll tell you something really cool -
In two minutes we were at it in the pool!
The next night was quite different I tell you
A moon came up full wan wild and wicked; -
And having nothing better now to do
Went out again intending to get shickered.
Now by myself (not with the other crew)
The meal cart's cooking fires brightly flickered.
Next something now that I won't soon forget -
I think the chef put mushrooms in my omelet!
In half an hour I was feeling strange
And went into an expensive nightclub.
I lay upon a sofa on a stage
And watched the moon shower silver from above.
Now trapped in a bright psychedelic cage
My senses one by one had taken leave; -
The music they were playing - the Eurhythmics
I heard the gifted voice of Annie Lennox.
On the stereo, Annie sang her song "Why"
Why indeed? I ask now (taken deeper).
I looked into the silver moonlit sky
The trip upon me (and my will grows weaker).
Something strange now (like this poetry)
To wake now from a dream (but not the sleeper).
I stared transfixed at the black silhouette
Of palm trees edged in moonlight (stranger yet).
The next day I didn't feel so good
(I muttered curses underneath my breath).
I thought about it - and I really should
Have had police arrest that wicked chef.
If I could find him - then I surely would
Have told them all about his bad omelets.
I searched about in every street canteen -
But nowhere was the scoundrel to be seen.
Well not much more to add now - two more girls
Both were Indonesian and were prozzies*.
Just names on a list now - that is all -
(In Bali there are worse things than the mozzies**).
A strange holiday in a place tropical -
Tourists on the beach in skimpy cozzies***.
Eight days of sun, and then time to go home -
The weirdest holiday I've ever known.
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Going there again with a few mates.
We each had a room (like the time before)
I'll not bore you with flight details commonplace.
Returning on a holiday to score
Some p*ssy and drink till we're off our face.
We had spending money and a cheap airfare -
All I'll say suffice to say we got there.
Arriving on the beach in steamy Kuta
To watch a sunset dying in the west.
Sipping Bintang beer in a pool bar
(Memories I made there were the best).
Knowing that I was now from Sydney far
It was time to settle in and to get pissed.
To tie one on but not get truly rotten
The smells of Asia not quickly are forgotten.
The first girl I met her name was Donna
(An Aussie girl from Broome as I remember)
And that first night I certainly got on her
(It's hot and dry in Bali in December).
By the pool at 3 am is where I saw her; -
I invited her into the balmy water;-
And now I'll tell you something really cool -
In two minutes we were at it in the pool!
The next night was quite different I tell you
A moon came up full wan wild and wicked; -
And having nothing better now to do
Went out again intending to get shickered.
Now by myself (not with the other crew)
The meal cart's cooking fires brightly flickered.
Next something now that I won't soon forget -
I think the chef put mushrooms in my omelet!
In half an hour I was feeling strange
And went into an expensive nightclub.
I lay upon a sofa on a stage
And watched the moon shower silver from above.
Now trapped in a bright psychedelic cage
My senses one by one had taken leave; -
The music they were playing - the Eurhythmics
I heard the gifted voice of Annie Lennox.
On the stereo, Annie sang her song "Why"
Why indeed? I ask now (taken deeper).
I looked into the silver moonlit sky
The trip upon me (and my will grows weaker).
Something strange now (like this poetry)
To wake now from a dream (but not the sleeper).
I stared transfixed at the black silhouette
Of palm trees edged in moonlight (stranger yet).
The next day I didn't feel so good
(I muttered curses underneath my breath).
I thought about it - and I really should
Have had police arrest that wicked chef.
If I could find him - then I surely would
Have told them all about his bad omelets.
I searched about in every street canteen -
But nowhere was the scoundrel to be seen.
Well not much more to add now - two more girls
Both were Indonesian and were prozzies*.
Just names on a list now - that is all -
(In Bali there are worse things than the mozzies**).
A strange holiday in a place tropical -
Tourists on the beach in skimpy cozzies***.
Eight days of sun, and then time to go home -
The weirdest holiday I've ever known.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
* 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!).
Beware, Beware
From shadow to shadow they creep along
With only one thing in mind
Dripping fangs or rotting flesh
And bandages wrapped around
Some together in a group
In unity is their strength
Others hunt all alone
Or some two by two
Beware if they should espy you
No mercy will be given
They will hunt and corner you
Until they have satisfaction
You've been warned, beware my friend
No safety behind closed doors
Even there they'll hunt you down
And gleefully shout, "trick or treat."
With only one thing in mind
Dripping fangs or rotting flesh
And bandages wrapped around
Some together in a group
In unity is their strength
Others hunt all alone
Or some two by two
Beware if they should espy you
No mercy will be given
They will hunt and corner you
Until they have satisfaction
You've been warned, beware my friend
No safety behind closed doors
Even there they'll hunt you down
And gleefully shout, "trick or treat."
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Everywhere I go I am reminded as to what is coming uponline today!Bali (Trip 1 - circa 1990)
Well so it was the plane was born aloft -
Goodbye Sydney (if only for a week).
Tarmac vanished as up into the soft
Clouds the big bird flew (we felt like sheikhs) -
Not like jaded jet setters (who did this oft);-
So happily we settled in our seats; -
Five mates from QANTAS - and of course was me -
(The author of the poem that you now read).
At twenty-two, the blood's a lot more racy -
Unlike a good red wine (matured in vats); -
Accordingly, my verse will be more pacey -
Not Gothic all (like castles full of bats).
Fluff-white clouds in contrails of white tracery
The plane a dart conveying young root rats; -
In ways quite similar to Spain's Ibiza
(At any rate, the plane sped through the ether).
Six hours of flight - now coming into view -
Our destination end of this flight path; -
(No doubt the hosties and the other crew
Were grateful for the respite) the aircraft
Sallied through the tropic air below -
Descending now quite quickly (for and aft).
And having now have flown just so far
Touched down on the strip at Denpasar.
The tropic air - it hit us like a furnace -
(The dry season is mid to late December)
Wherein these climes the Sun will surely burn us
(If the sunscreen we do not remember).
Customs were cleared - the airport now behind us-
Thus six young men - who newly now made friends were.
We were bound for cheaper hotel rooms -
(Later Bintang beer and magic mushr**ms)?
Out now on the piss (and this was typical)
Of other days to follow that one night.
Serving like a kind of analytical
Introduction to the secrets of the night.
A story I now tell - so listen up you all -
(I wish not gentle muse to now a fright).
Though basically such pickup skills at Kuta:-
Get pissed with a sheila - and then r**t her.
This brings me to the climax of my story
Or many yet to come as you will see.
Young love in all its raging steamy glory -
An Aussie girl (called Robyn) by the sea.
Drinking at a nightclub made us h*rny -
(Both sinking six or seven beers with glee).
Thus commenced our loving by the ocean -
With perfumed oils - that she wore - as a lotion.
The nights that followed were without result -
(Though not for lack of trying on my part).
And reading now my stars in the occult -
I see the perils - of following - your heart.
Well maybe in those stars there is a fault; -
Though I must say (as I soon depart) -
The last girl was a local - called Renee -
So for one night - t'was money I did pay.
My neck the morning after nibbled raw -
(At least I wasn't bitten by a monkey).
Other parts - suffice to say - were also sore -
(So moving right along now with my story).
You may say that this behavior you deplore -
(Though what I say is typical of Bali).
Six young men with tans - and with sunburn -
To Sydney now reluctantly return.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
Goodbye Sydney (if only for a week).
Tarmac vanished as up into the soft
Clouds the big bird flew (we felt like sheikhs) -
Not like jaded jet setters (who did this oft);-
So happily we settled in our seats; -
Five mates from QANTAS - and of course was me -
(The author of the poem that you now read).
At twenty-two, the blood's a lot more racy -
Unlike a good red wine (matured in vats); -
Accordingly, my verse will be more pacey -
Not Gothic all (like castles full of bats).
Fluff-white clouds in contrails of white tracery
The plane a dart conveying young root rats; -
In ways quite similar to Spain's Ibiza
(At any rate, the plane sped through the ether).
Six hours of flight - now coming into view -
Our destination end of this flight path; -
(No doubt the hosties and the other crew
Were grateful for the respite) the aircraft
Sallied through the tropic air below -
Descending now quite quickly (for and aft).
And having now have flown just so far
Touched down on the strip at Denpasar.
The tropic air - it hit us like a furnace -
(The dry season is mid to late December)
Wherein these climes the Sun will surely burn us
(If the sunscreen we do not remember).
Customs were cleared - the airport now behind us-
Thus six young men - who newly now made friends were.
We were bound for cheaper hotel rooms -
(Later Bintang beer and magic mushr**ms)?
Out now on the piss (and this was typical)
Of other days to follow that one night.
Serving like a kind of analytical
Introduction to the secrets of the night.
A story I now tell - so listen up you all -
(I wish not gentle muse to now a fright).
Though basically such pickup skills at Kuta:-
Get pissed with a sheila - and then r**t her.
This brings me to the climax of my story
Or many yet to come as you will see.
Young love in all its raging steamy glory -
An Aussie girl (called Robyn) by the sea.
Drinking at a nightclub made us h*rny -
(Both sinking six or seven beers with glee).
Thus commenced our loving by the ocean -
With perfumed oils - that she wore - as a lotion.
The nights that followed were without result -
(Though not for lack of trying on my part).
And reading now my stars in the occult -
I see the perils - of following - your heart.
Well maybe in those stars there is a fault; -
Though I must say (as I soon depart) -
The last girl was a local - called Renee -
So for one night - t'was money I did pay.
My neck the morning after nibbled raw -
(At least I wasn't bitten by a monkey).
Other parts - suffice to say - were also sore -
(So moving right along now with my story).
You may say that this behavior you deplore -
(Though what I say is typical of Bali).
Six young men with tans - and with sunburn -
To Sydney now reluctantly return.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jul 2016
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Memorial Day
When you died
Where did you go?
That should be in the obituaries
How did you die and where did you go?
I wish the dead could really talk to us on Memorial Day
Tell us what heaven is like
Or hell
Or some place else
I think of Chis Farley, Prince, Michael Jackson
My grandma and grandpa
Deon Clay, my cousin who died in an automobile accident in the 80's
There have been around 100 billion people who have lived and died
Do they all get to meet each other?
I go to the grave sites and look at my grandparents, my uncles
My godfather, by sisters who died at birth
What happens to newborns?
Do they grow up in heaven until they reach the age of 21?
Do all people who are old when they die get to look 21 again?
So many more questions I would ask the dead
The ones who are living on the other side of life
Where did you go?
That should be in the obituaries
How did you die and where did you go?
I wish the dead could really talk to us on Memorial Day
Tell us what heaven is like
Or hell
Or some place else
I think of Chis Farley, Prince, Michael Jackson
My grandma and grandpa
Deon Clay, my cousin who died in an automobile accident in the 80's
There have been around 100 billion people who have lived and died
Do they all get to meet each other?
I go to the grave sites and look at my grandparents, my uncles
My godfather, by sisters who died at birth
What happens to newborns?
Do they grow up in heaven until they reach the age of 21?
Do all people who are old when they die get to look 21 again?
So many more questions I would ask the dead
The ones who are living on the other side of life
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
Where do we go? That question is probably the one that scares people the most.
POEM FOR IRELAND
The mist gently caressed the hilltops,
like roving hands on a lovers breasts.
The river sang to the pipers tune,
from the morn until the noon.
New builds stood alongside old,
relinquishing not,
lest their luck did not hold.
Many a shade of green stood boldly,
on horizons of stories unfolding.
The boat swayed gently on the loch,
to yeats poems of faires
and children lost.
His loves lament hung in the air,
as if it was his silent prayer.
Oh Ireland with all your mysteries
and beautiful tunes.
Your stories of fairies and leprechaun's,
I will for sure visit you again.
For the lure of greens
and songs and prayers
will linger for many a long year.
like roving hands on a lovers breasts.
The river sang to the pipers tune,
from the morn until the noon.
New builds stood alongside old,
relinquishing not,
lest their luck did not hold.
Many a shade of green stood boldly,
on horizons of stories unfolding.
The boat swayed gently on the loch,
to yeats poems of faires
and children lost.
His loves lament hung in the air,
as if it was his silent prayer.
Oh Ireland with all your mysteries
and beautiful tunes.
Your stories of fairies and leprechaun's,
I will for sure visit you again.
For the lure of greens
and songs and prayers
will linger for many a long year.
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
After a holiday in Ireland the block on writing lifted for this one poem.Spring
Spring is in the air.
Wild animals spotted
everywhere. Birds fly
high into the blue sky.
Today is to be warmer
and sunny. Sitting out
sipping ice tea. Oh,
what a pleasant day it
shall be. Let's talk
about our day and catch
up on yesterday. Yes, I
can feel Spring in everyway.
Wild animals spotted
everywhere. Birds fly
high into the blue sky.
Today is to be warmer
and sunny. Sitting out
sipping ice tea. Oh,
what a pleasant day it
shall be. Let's talk
about our day and catch
up on yesterday. Yes, I
can feel Spring in everyway.
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
The weather is only getting better here. I long for an early Spring this year. Thanks. Blessings, Pink.Enjoy your Sunday!
2015
Another year in the can
What did I do to prove I'm a man?
I golfed every course
Eating at many different places because I love food of course
I bought three Mama's Family on DVD
I bought a new record player for me
I made the most money I ever made in a year
I couldn't find any new music I love to hear
I did buy Piano in the Dark by Brenda Russell
I also got Make it Real by The Jets, cause they know how to hustle
I went to a Packer game
105 bucks a ticket? That part was lame!
I went to a wedding of a friend
I choked singing "The Girl Is Mine", more courage is what I need
I saw Star Wars and Mockingjay
They were both good, I don't want to give anything away
I hope 2016 is good for you and me
Who knows what new fun things you and I will see
What did I do to prove I'm a man?
I golfed every course
Eating at many different places because I love food of course
I bought three Mama's Family on DVD
I bought a new record player for me
I made the most money I ever made in a year
I couldn't find any new music I love to hear
I did buy Piano in the Dark by Brenda Russell
I also got Make it Real by The Jets, cause they know how to hustle
I went to a Packer game
105 bucks a ticket? That part was lame!
I went to a wedding of a friend
I choked singing "The Girl Is Mine", more courage is what I need
I saw Star Wars and Mockingjay
They were both good, I don't want to give anything away
I hope 2016 is good for you and me
Who knows what new fun things you and I will see
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
This is the last day of 2015. I will spend it eating fast food, drinking mt dew and singing in my car. I would sing karoke too, but they canceled it for New Year's Eve.
TRUE CHRISTMAS
Is a true Christmas really about Santa and Toys
Or is it about Angels singing with great Joy
Elves dressed up in bright clothes and tights
Three Wisemen following the Bethlehem starlight
Shopping elbow to elbow with strangers
Our Lord and Savior Jesus born in a manger
All about flying reindeer and sleighs
Or the promise of our sins being taken away
Lights, partying and food galore
Celebrating the coming of our Lord
A man dressed in red that’s a myth
God giving the World his greatest gift
Receiving a bunch of gifts and having fun
Thanking God for giving his only begotten Son
Is Christmas totally and completely material
Or about being forgiven and receiving Life Eternal
Or is it about Angels singing with great Joy
Elves dressed up in bright clothes and tights
Three Wisemen following the Bethlehem starlight
Shopping elbow to elbow with strangers
Our Lord and Savior Jesus born in a manger
All about flying reindeer and sleighs
Or the promise of our sins being taken away
Lights, partying and food galore
Celebrating the coming of our Lord
A man dressed in red that’s a myth
God giving the World his greatest gift
Receiving a bunch of gifts and having fun
Thanking God for giving his only begotten Son
Is Christmas totally and completely material
Or about being forgiven and receiving Life Eternal
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
Christmas has changed to commercialism along with changing Merry (Christ)mas to Happy Holidays. Mankind needs to return to what Christmas is really about.Funny Moments in Christmas Movies
Scrooged When the ghost of Christmas present kicks Kross in the groin.
Home Alone When the pizza delivery driver thinks he's actually talking to a madman who is shooting him.
Home Alone 2 When Buzz is making fun of Kevin with the candles behind his ears.
Fred Claus When Fred is panhandling by dressing up as a fake Santa and gets busted by the Salvation Army Santas.
Four Christmases When Vince Vaughn is acting like Joseph at the church.
The Grinch Who Stole Christmas When the Grinch is checking his outgoing message on his answering machine.
Beavis and Butthead When the ghost of Christmas future shows Beavis his tombstone and it says "Here Lies Beavis, He Never Scored."
The Santa Clause When Santa(Tim Allen) is told by the little girl to drink the milk and he says he's lactose intolerant.
A Christmas Story When Ralphie loses it and beats up the bully and goes on a swearing tirade.
Night of the Meek(Twilight Zone) When the store manager asks for Santa to give him Brandy, vintage 1903, and Santa gives it to him out of his majic sack.
Home Alone When the pizza delivery driver thinks he's actually talking to a madman who is shooting him.
Home Alone 2 When Buzz is making fun of Kevin with the candles behind his ears.
Fred Claus When Fred is panhandling by dressing up as a fake Santa and gets busted by the Salvation Army Santas.
Four Christmases When Vince Vaughn is acting like Joseph at the church.
The Grinch Who Stole Christmas When the Grinch is checking his outgoing message on his answering machine.
Beavis and Butthead When the ghost of Christmas future shows Beavis his tombstone and it says "Here Lies Beavis, He Never Scored."
The Santa Clause When Santa(Tim Allen) is told by the little girl to drink the milk and he says he's lactose intolerant.
A Christmas Story When Ralphie loses it and beats up the bully and goes on a swearing tirade.
Night of the Meek(Twilight Zone) When the store manager asks for Santa to give him Brandy, vintage 1903, and Santa gives it to him out of his majic sack.
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
I watch a lot of Christmas movies. In this list I was looking for funny moments in Christmas movies. Of course there are a lot of other moments, but I was trying to do just one per movie. Saturday Night Live did a very funny retelling of the end of It's A Wonderful Life. In it Mr. Potter gets beat up by George Bailey and his wife with help from the mob.Christmas Downer
I sure hope Santa doesn't fall off a roof
Or get stuck in the chimney
Or get bitten by a guard dog
Or shot by someone who thinks Santa is a burglar
I sure do miss the snow
It's that global warming that we did nothing about
We'll be lucky if the oceans aren't boiling in a few years
It's going to be another version of Venus ya know
And what about all those presents bought on credit
Especially the ones bought with money borrowed from quick loans
Those loans charge over 500 percent interest
So you'll be lucky if you can pay off the loans before next Christmas
And what about all the poor workers who have to make those presents
They work 15 hour days for about a buck with no overtime pay
Working in cruel conditions seven days a week
The only day they get off is Christmas
And they still live in poverty
And what about all those relatives that drive you crazy
The ones you only see at Thanksgiving and Christmas
That fake insincerity really rubs me raw!
I can't wait for December 26 so I can be done with it all
Till next year that is!
Or get stuck in the chimney
Or get bitten by a guard dog
Or shot by someone who thinks Santa is a burglar
I sure do miss the snow
It's that global warming that we did nothing about
We'll be lucky if the oceans aren't boiling in a few years
It's going to be another version of Venus ya know
And what about all those presents bought on credit
Especially the ones bought with money borrowed from quick loans
Those loans charge over 500 percent interest
So you'll be lucky if you can pay off the loans before next Christmas
And what about all the poor workers who have to make those presents
They work 15 hour days for about a buck with no overtime pay
Working in cruel conditions seven days a week
The only day they get off is Christmas
And they still live in poverty
And what about all those relatives that drive you crazy
The ones you only see at Thanksgiving and Christmas
That fake insincerity really rubs me raw!
I can't wait for December 26 so I can be done with it all
Till next year that is!
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
I have a page a day calendar on Saturday Night Live. Todays was on Debbie Downer. A woman who always sees the negative side of life.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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