Last Commented Elegy Poems (75)

IS IT THE UNIFORM THAT TURNS WOMAN ON
OR THE SOUL THE BODY OF THE MAN BENEATH
IS IT THE SMILE OF HIS PEARLY WHITE TEETH
THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON

IS IT THE WARRIOR OF THE MAN IN UNIFORM
THE ROUGH THE TOUGH BODY THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON
OR HIS CHARMS, IS IT THE SEDUCTIVE CHARMS HIS GENTLE PERSONALITY
THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON

LIKE LORD DARCY HE PRANCES UP AND DOWN GLOWING IN HIS UNIFORM
AS HE PRANCES UP AND DOWN
HE MAYBE POSH HE MAYBE POOR
A SOLDIER ,A FIREMAN,A DOCTOR HE CAN BE THEM ALL

IS IT THE CHARM THAT FRILLS THE SILENT WOMAN, LOOKING GAZING AT HIM DRWELLING WITH EXTACY, FOR THE MAN SHE WANTS MUST BE IN UNIFORM

As i wear my poppy with pride
I shall remember the fallen soldiers that have died
With honour and grace their memory we shall honour
To are brave soldiers we wear are poopies with pride just for you

On Frances fields of poppies all lined in rows and crosses in rows we Remember your lost souls
Fighting in vain so you may live again in are hearts and minds
You will be born again
We shall not forget what you have done are poppies remind us what you Have done

Now we wear are poppies for remeberance and peace, red and white we will not forget
Those brave fallen soldiers we should never forget.

In her black and white livery dress
Are magnificent queen mary2 on the mersey
With lights glinting music playing
A magnificent arrival for a queen

People watching her magnificent grace
She turns in the mersey her magnificent bow wave just turning
Her propellers slowly turning
Slowly she stops 5 years old now shes at her prime

People watching from the river banks watching the people dance
To the music playing are magnificent queen is at her best
Longer than 42 buses are southampton queen shes bigger and the best
Are queen mary queen

I know a boat that sailed the mersey
the royal iris was she
in her green and yellow livery elegant was she
sailing up and down the mersey she did her best

in her magnificent livery ,mersey dances parties she did have ,looking her best in her night time party dress she even had a chippy on board for feasting was her delight
in the 70s she became a new queen painted in her new livery

Her blue bow wave and shining white livery top ,doing excursion tours on the river mersey she was at her prime her best she could be
oh it was a sad day when she retired on the mersey
sold to punters on the river themes her fate was unknown

later discoverd submerged in the themes just her bow wave above waters deep oh what a site this majestic queen has become a floating wheck to be seen her days of parties over are beloved royal iris queen

Now my heart is sore
"No pain, no gain"
Feeling my doubtful core
I think to myself:
Let´s start over again!!!
All by yourself!!!
The Death Screen covering your face
Guiding you to another place
Denying any kind of pleasure
Disliking my living treasure

ONCE AGAIN ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN I DEEMED THIS HYBRID POETRY:

it's about strong white powder and existentially stronger gods
it's saying Grace in the face of fear
it's about long hours and long odds
and saving face when we shed a tear

we work in the steel mills
we stand on the corner of casual conversation and condemnation
popping pills for the thrills and shooting dope for some type of hope

we are the hopeful who have faith when hurt is horrific
as pain purport to be prolific
we are the ones who turn the gears of a galaxy for the unanimity of a univese
which every day becomes worse
and curse those whom contend that this is the way the world must be
when there are actions we could take to overcome adversity

and to deprive pity of the under-privilaged which lay us low

we are the crossing guards who guide the next generation across streets strewn with stones, bones and the moans of too many men who have come before them

the Minute Men,the soldiers at Gettysburg and those in Guantanimo Bay today
the armies that hold other armies at bay
so that youthfulness of yesterday can stay the strength of those who might oppose us
and presuppose the dangers which declare destitution to loved ones and strangers alike
we are the ones who strike against strife and picket a lack of pity

we live in intrepid towns and a citadel of cities that crisscross a land where loss is our enemy
and desperation results only in further frustration
we should be one town, one city one world and one love
and for anyone's edification
we should all become one singlular nation

I've heard people opine that God is dead
well i ain't one who needs God for hope
I ask where is God when a child goes un-fed
and then they ask why young Johnny and i shoot dope
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~

On the stormy rocks the light house stands
Standing tall defiant , it stands on the dangerous rocks it stands
Its beaming white light proudly beaming out over the darkend gale Force seas
Its beaming red light signals to every ship to keep away or danger will be

By day and by night the lighthouse stands magesticly in the sun light the bitter cold of the seas
The waves crashing at its base nestled on the rock , that danger lies beaneath
The waves are crashing and lapping with such force like white horses dancing on the seas trying with its lapping waves to cover up the Lighthouse in its gliding swell trying to move it with force

The jaggerd rocks signals the danger that lies beaneth its base
At its base waiting to snare a boat that comes within its shallow Waters
Determand to destroy any ship or floating vessal off course now the light shines out on the open seas protecting warning to ships who come so near protecting those on the sea

Its beaming light its fog horns warns passing ships to danger in The foggy seas of its presence on the open seas and to the dangers of The open seas

I am not asking,that one can not give....
If i mischief some,just do me all forgive.
I am not so much best,And who is all perfect....
Love never hards to bow,Thats a real fact.

I can soothe love,rather have so regrets....
But punish of one,Why to greet some else.
All I know love about,but a bliss from above....
Am not asking entire world,just give me thine love..........

Rather not good for same,But bestow from heart for....
Each morn thine life of,And desires come to and adore.
For thou all special for,But not rich from by wealth....
And only glitters in world,No matter heart how Dwelth.

Rise of each day for thou,Things place by your likes....
But miser god now a days,Listen less the loves cries.
And will never stop dreaming,For thou one always in sleep....
But how can forget days all,Thine shadow there in all weeps.

Some say whats there love all,Either every time keep near....
Ask those who thirst keep same,Awaits for self one all Dear.
And one day was all same for,But thou enter heart with touch....
And was smiling day next morn,Why ever before not feel Such.

You are one i feel safe with,And can wonder with proud to be....
But thou not found kind of same,Love worshipers now little do seen.
And same will keep passion all,But you might not like way mine....
But my worry for will stay same,Only mine heart,answered from thine.