Rather Than Twiddle Your Thumbs, Write A Poem...

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Yearly

I hear them,
Screaming, skywards,

Singular.

Faint at first.
Louder later.

Joined,

A swirling staccato
of Summer,

The swifts arrive.

The year before has gone;
As swift as swifts appear,
It’s gone,

I know it, now.

Yearly,

A new year is
Upon me.

A year I hear
As skyward screams.

Louder, now,
As fledglings join the air,
The screams grow louder,

Louder,

Then disappear.

They will return,
I know,

But do not know
Enough to know

If I'll be here
To hear them.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Looking Down, Still On the Way Up

She spits and snarls,
Coiled like a spring.
Ready to attack,
Anybody or anything.

Bile and vitriol,
Disgust and condemnation.
Judgements she makes,
Without hesitation.

Defences are up,
Her blood it boils.
All in horror,
At the world she recoils.

Before batting her eyes,
When daddy walks in.
The power that she wields,
Is subservient to him.

Knocking her knees,
A lilting 'pretty please'.
Wearing the dress that he likes,
She was born to please.

It doesn't hurt her,
This is just the game.
Other women don't get it,
They're Wounded and lame.

It's simply a dance,
Part of life's process.
The hunt for the kill,
And sweet success.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Work

Gets me money,
Takes me to the sun.
I dream of work,
That is good fun.
Work.
Gets me down,
Gets me up,
In the morning.
Sometimes overwhelms me,
Without warning.
Work.
Was a choice,
But for every dotted line I sign,
The more committed I am,
To doing time.
Work.
Gets me money,
Takes me to the sun.
The problem with work,
It's not much fun.
 

basil

don't mention the blinds
When George's grandmama was told
That George had been as good as gold,
She promised in the afternoon
To buy him an immense BALLOON
And so she did ; but when it came,
I got into the candle flame
And being of a dangerous sort
Exploded with a loud report!
The lights went out! The windows broke!
The room was filled with reeking smoke.
And in the darkness shrieks and yells
Were mingled with electric bells,
And falling masonry and groans,
And crunching, as of broken bones,
And dreadful shrieks when, worst of all,
The house itself began to fall!
It tottered, shuddering to and fro,
Then crashed into the street below-
Which happened to be Saville Row.

When help arrived among the dead
Were Cousin Mary,Little Fred,
The Footmen (both of them) the Groom,
The man that cleaned the Billiard-Room,
The Chaplain, and the Still-Room Maid.
And I am dreadfully afraid
That Monsieur Champignon, the Chef,
Will now be permanently deaf-
And both his aides are much the same;
While George, who was inpart to blame,
Received, you will regret to hear,
A nasty lump behind the ear.

Moral:
The moral is that little boys
Should not be given dangerous toys.........
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Away From Here

Speak from the heart, risk everything.
Think out loud and offend,
Charm to pretend.
Polite to the end with your hands tied.
Never lie and lose out, never hide and be found.
Too close to the truth, shatter the fragility for what?
Prove nothing but difference, until everyone owns up,
To the abuse and the pride and their perverted minds.
Love will last as will the twisted world of hate,
It's always the same it's always too late.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Behind the Door

Behind the door,
There's danger,
Behind the door,
There's freedom.
Behind the door,
There's a room with a view.
Behind the door,
There's truth.

Behind the door,
The light pours in and drives away the shadows.
Behind the door,
There's another life deeper than in the shallows.
Behind the door,
There's an explanation, that will change everything.
But the door is locked,
Bolted and shut.
With a small, blue window and a letterbox.
 

Withnail

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Behind the door the room is small
There is not room for many in -

The only view is one that's blue,
The letterbox is very thin.
 

John Marwood

I ♥ cryptic crosswords
Ring the bells
Wake the town
Everyone is sleeping
Shout at the crowd
Wake them up
This angers deeper than sleep.
Got to keep awake to what is happening.
I can't see a thing through my ambitions,
I no longer feel like God is watching over me
Got to tell the world we've all been dreaming
This is not the end, a new beginning
I no longer feel my God is watching over me.
Break the code.
Concentrate.
Let the doors swing open
See through all your walls
All your floors
Now you're in deeper than sleep
Got to keep awake to what is happening
 

stoofer34

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SatNav



I have a little Satnav
It sits there in my car
A Satnav is a driver's friend
It tells you where you are.

I have a little Satnav
I've had it all my life
It does more than the normal one
My Satnav is my wife.

It gives me full instructions
On exactly how to drive
"It's thirty miles an hour" it says
"And you're doing thirty five".

It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brake
And tells me that it's never ever
Safe to overtake --
It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene.

It lists the vehicles just in front
It lists those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear
I'm sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives its advice --

It fills me up with counselling
Each journey's pretty fraught
So why don't I exchange it
And get a quieter sort?

Ah well, you see, it cleans the house
Makes sure I'm properly fed
It washes all my shirts and things
And keeps me warm in bed!
 

poetsbumcheeks

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No Religion

Don't believe the preachers,
They're crazy as the devil.
Don't believe your teachers,
If they should give you a label.
Don't believe in politicians,
They only want your vote.
Don't admire the famous,
They're too caught up in being the most.

No religion.

Don't ever thank the corporations,
They only have one goal.
Don't give yourself to religion,
It only wants your soul.
Don't belive in advertisements,
Telling you what you need.
Don't follow fashions,
They thrive on snobbery.

No religion.

Don't believe your bosses,
They're not one of you.
Don't follow the masses,
They'll have you for their fool.
Don't listen to weather reports,
If it's gonna rain, it'll rain.
Don't buy the newspapers,
There's lies on every page.

No religion.
The TV's not real.

Don't wear a label,
For that's what you'll become.
Don't reflect your image,
It'll keep you on the run.
Don't pay the price,
If you cannot see the value.
Don't think there's nothing left,
For us to do.

No Religion.
 

db

#chaplife
despite poetsbumcheeks being the only person who really contributes to this thread (not a criticism, just an observation), it has nearly 50000 views, which is mightily impressive!
 

Withnail

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The Goveawocky

Twas brillig, and the slithy Gove
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All woeful were the borrowed grades,
And - We were outplayed.

“Beware the Collishon, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that snatch!
Beware the CleggClegg bird and shun
The pantsdownius Ashdownatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the ‘third way’ foe he sought –
So rested he by th’Olympic tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in promotional thought he stood,
The Gove, with eyes so lame,
Came waffling through the Toogoodtobetrue wood,
Burbling as he came.

C Jan! D June! Don’t think it through!
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left dreams dead, and with their head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain inflated grades?
Come to my arms, my gurning boy!”
O frabjous day, Gove’s won, Hooray!
He chortles in his joy.

Twas brillig, and the slithy Gove
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All woeful were the borrowed grades,
And We were all outplayed.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Restless Feet

I don't want to talk about the good things that I've done,
I want to look out to the future and stand tall in the sun.
I've got restless feet and a tired mind, there is no place I will arrive.

I don't want to look back and tell the same old stories,
Or hear about someone elses faded by gone glories
I've got restless feet and a tired mind, there is no place I will arrive.

We could make a living from changing how we feel,
We could seize the day and forge our hearts from steel.
I know I'm full of contradictions but we make meanings our own,
Who doesn't want to make a difference and make this life a home.

I cannot be attached to desires that make us suffer,
They're real these things we touch and feel and we're the same as one another.

I've got restless feet and a tired mind, there is no place I will arrive.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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all possessions

i will love her always for she is mine,
my heart is hers and hers belongs to me,
all possessions, belongings come and go,
yet still the birds sing lonely songs for
free,
and in the sky the stars will always seem to
shine

may the dreamer in me still know the truth,
all possessions, belongings come and go,
the birds will sing songs of love and
freedom,
and i will hope and pray i'll come to know,
gifts you give have taken me from my
youth

may idealistic notions finally fall,
to be compromised twice with new found
strength,
all possessions, birds will sing, stars still
shine,
as you sleep upon my warm bodies length,
i let love rise until it feels like war

i hope and pray ill come to know
all possessions, belongings come and go
 
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