Poetry

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Viking_Jock

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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 you’r 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 <cheers>
 
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.
 
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
 
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 ...<whistle>
 
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