Transgressions: Somewhere between 30 or 40, you realise you are going to die, and you realise you are going to die pretty soon. From there it's an uphill battle. You are like the winds blow. Stop smoking. How can such a moment be eternity your moment shared I look down my arm, and it's been there forever how strange if I was to be put in another body My arm has been here forever it seems little tidy defaults little tidy faults I was there it seems a moment became eternity
Ok here's my go... There was a young vampire called Mable Who's periods were extremely unstable One night at full moon She pulled out a spoon And drank herself under the table
And when youâr over 50 you write your epitath Here sleeps at peace a Swans buccaneer Who caught his death by drinking warm beer. Jacks, be wise at his untimely fall, And when you're hot, drink only cold ale
grass saw spring stood tall in summer wisened up in fall reconciled in winter grass said I've seen it all
There once was a queer from Khartoum, who took a lesbian up to his room, they spent the whole night, in a hell of a fight, over who should do what, and to whom!
Mary had a little lamb She tied it to a pylon 10,000 volts shot up its a*se And turned its wool to nylon
There was a young lady from Kew who said as the Bishop withdrew the vicar is quicker, thicker and slicker and four inches longer than you. Boom Boom.
There was a man from Dundee Who's penis stretched to his knee It couldn't be lifted, excited or shifted Cos it measured two foot and three.
Friction then sparks, sparks into flame Flame becomes fire, conflict and pain Fire to inferno, inferno ablaze from the smallest of seeds, grow the tree's of of my rage. Devil, Hell, Heaven..... Freedom, Love, Cage. all reside deep inside, The Mind, Heart and Veins. only I..... can be change. A5850CY.
A Bukowski gem: he'd been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walked over and lifted the lid and vomited inside the piano. then he closed the lid and gave his reading. they had to remove the strings from the piano and wash out the insides and restring it. I can understand why they never invited him back. but to pass the word on to other universities that he was a poet who liked to vomit into grand pianos was unfair. they never considered the quality of his reading. I know this poet he's just like the rest of us he'll vomit anywhere for money.
There was a young man from Rhyl Who ate a dynamic pill His heart retired His arse backfired And his willy flew over the hill
It was midnight as she strolled over the bridge It was cold and her body did a shiver she coughed (cough)her leg fell off and floated down the river
There was a young Jack from Shoreham, Who called for a bit of decorum, He read all this pap, And thought it all crap, As it's feck all to do with a football forum.
Thy used to be blue, But now thy red, Thy look like twats, When they slap thy heads. Always thought this a beautiful,thought provoking and well worded piece ...
Try something different. I will start with a line and lets see if we can "create" a poem. Lets try.... In the Cardiff slums,
