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

Withnail

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My poem, was it just for you.

'Just' as in meet, or 'just' as in solely?

If former, then i prefer Gogol - and when it is dark i turn a light on.

If latter, was it not for me? Are yous not all mes? Our meness will differ depending on which you is me or me you, will it not?

And i take you to task,
We don't all have a mask.

'I', for one, couldn't afford one.
Though, I like critics - at least they care. They do, really really care.
I'm a critic too.

'I' do - really. :)
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Everybody Knows That

School teaches you nothing but what you don't want to be
Laughter is wisdom that you'll never ever see
Religion is only lust for all of gods glory
And after all that you join the combat
Cos Yeh, everybody knows that

There's music for moods and there's music for fools,
There's striking a pose for your image and tools
There's business there's pleasure and sparkling jewels
And after all that we get old and fat
But Yeh everybody knows that

You can't be the cause you'll end up in wars,
If there's one thing I've learned its that closing the doors
keeps out the boring and miserable snores
And after all that you fall asleep with the cat
Yeh everybody knows that

Artists are freaks and the lawyers are weak
The shareholders like baby's at night they all sleep
The bums are beholden to vodka and sheep
And after all that it's easy to snap
But Yeh everybody knows that

Heroes are walking to their own beating drum
Saints are deaf and blind but not dumb
Protests are lost until the enemy comes
And after all that I'll just doff my flat cap
Cos yeh everybody knows that

If god is a weapon then the weak shall kill
If gravity is fought it's fought for the thrill
Keep what you got for the sake of your will
And after all that wipe your feet on the mat
Cos Yeh everybody knows that

War is for power violence for money
Jokes are for believing not something just funny
Bees are for busy-ness and making more honey
And after all that I need another bone for gnawing at
Cos yeh everybody knows that

A boy with a beard does not maketh a man
A man with a purpose he'll do what he can
A women with a husband the boy she understands
And after all that it's just the feeling I'm getting at
Cos yeh. Everybody knows THAT!
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Getting High

Trying my best
What else is there to do
Nothing quite specific
Like the clock goes
cocker doodle doo

Howling at the moon
Screaming lunatics zoo
Cramming all the accents
Turning out a phrase
Surfing on the tails of
Circular waves

Riding on
the laughter of a priest
Taking back lanes
Heading out east
If theres a misplaced logic
It's the shit
Learning all the words
To the Rythm of the quick

Slow down on the road
Telling tales of other modes
There's a side to me
The inside don't know
I never get time
Time to live the life
Time to remember
There's another kind of road
On the motorway home.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Talkin

For the sake of something
For the sake of nothing
It's better than living for
the sake of everything

Little turncoats say
It's bigger than a bright new day
There's no use listening to classics
In the waiting room
for the Sade
Feel it in the bottom of your feet
What's the language that you speak
You're making no sense
To the nuclear site
From only the back
of the conference
About human rights

Can you see the meaning
clearly
The rational decision
the choice of television
Or the online questionaire about Dostoevsky
Somewhere underground
there's an animal that you found
Blind until you the shined the light on
Governments
I'm not talking politics
I'm talking dirty tricks
Committed by the man
who sells you tickets
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Yellow Feathers

Trip it up mad times
Turn me on with five
Cut the yellow feather
Free from my mind

Everybody's sane
Using Rational brains
Calculating figures
The return is just the same

Measurements here
Assessments there
Turn around honey
You just care too much

Decadence and crime
Indulging all the time
Count chickens in coops
Before the eggs knew

This is just a phase
Just a little tiny way
Living with the yellow feather
Until It's Saturday
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Aphorism 1: The problem with intelligence in a capitalist society, is that it predicates the use of that intelligence for personal gain; Albeit, with a conscience soothing alibi of wealth creation and shared aspirations.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Aphorism 2: Conformity is useful, it gives the appearance of being a good person.

Aphorism 3: Wealth is powerful, it can give even the most insecure and feeble-minded person a sense of certainty and self-confidence.

Aphorism 4: Being poor encourages a sense of camaraderie and solidarity; it also encourages alcoholism and petty crime.

Aphorism 5: Corporate crime is almost socially acceptable and tax evasion scarcely frowned upon; everybody wants to be rich beyond their wildest dreams.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Aphorism 9: Without sport, I could not find a reason to win at all costs.

Aphorism 10: Some people say I'm not the same person when I'm drunk, as if that's a bad thing.

Aphorism 11: Without love, being loved and loving in return, life would be far too simple.

Aphorism 12: If the only reason I can find to get out of bed in the morning is too earn as much money as possible before I die, I would rather sleep standing up.

Aphorism 13: I have looked for love everywhere and only ever found it in that which is familiar me.

Aphorism 16: Women do not want a man who thinks and feels like a woman, she couldn't love such a man! She does though, expect him to at least pretend sometimes.

Aphorism 17: Drugs are an incredible experience, an escape from normality and an insight into other multi-coloured hyper-realities; the problem comes when reality and normality become shades of grey as a result.

Aphorism 19: Music from the heart and soul brings to bear, in most cases, a feeling of anything being possible at all - even peace and goodwill amongst all men.

Aphorism 25: A career both gives and takes away personal identity in equal measure; a job lets you be whoever you want to be providing the job is done.

Aphorism 27: Experience is clearly not the same as imagination or dreams; the latter without doubt are truly limitless.

Aphorism 35: Self-consciousness and self-image are truly the modern affliction; they prevent one from exploring the inner world without fear of reprisal.

Aphorism 36: It is women's turn to be the artists; they remain a mystery unsolved to which they are the only solution.

Aphorism 37: It is not a mans world, we just stole it.
 
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poetsbumcheeks

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Aphorism 38: Men and women trying to sincerely understand each other completely; is like trying to turn water into wine.It requires faith.
 

poetsbumcheeks

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There is Nothing

There is nothing,
But perfection.
Behind the mirror,
Of disillusionment.
To question,
Is to reshape,
And reconfigure.
The chaos.
Bending it to will,
And useful,
Servitude.
 

Withnail

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A disaster,
Unimpatient
To be made.



Would be more elegant

Elegance is the least of our worries.
 

Withnail

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Di dum di dum di dum di dum di dum -
Petrachan sonnets are what they are - is
That is, like this, they put their emphasis
On something from it. Surely there will come -

Some word of wisdom, maybe, or some crumb
Of comfort that there, perhaps, lacking is?
Perhaps some sense that maybe there is this -
Some world that wants, or otherwise is dumb.

Is this it? Here we are, here at the sestet,

I am otherwise experiencing difficulties with the sestet.

I'd like to look at it in the morning
 

John Marwood

I ♥ cryptic crosswords
Blind Obedience

I just worked out why we won so many wars
Blind obedience

I just worked why the Tories won the election
Blind obedience

I can't see into the future
But I will follow unsighted

Blind obedience
 

Withnail

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I Was Once
or
Once Was I
or
I-I

Once was
I was
On the cusp
Of Something

Triumph
Behind me
More
Before me

More, much more!
I saw
As clear
As day

(It didn’t end
That way)

Once was
I was
As now
I am

(On the cusp
Of something)
 

Withnail

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Sonnet No.10
or
Sonnet No.Tin

Ten years, this year, ten years that i have been
In here, this year, this place where now i’m at.
Ten years - how queer - this year, it hardly seems
A moment, yet it really is just that.

One wonders why ten years should seem so odd -
One year – or three – or nine - would be so more,
But ten it is, this year, ten years - egads! -
Ten years appears to make a mark more sure.

And of those years, these years that now i count,
How do i feel? Sometimes i feel bereft,
Let down by me - the Me i thought i’d be

Ten years from then - that Me would sure amount
To more than this? He didn’t. What is left?
Ten years of loving, living, lasting WE.
 
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poetsbumcheeks

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Biology Lesson

I need a drink
To clear my head
Such is the moderation
Of my sensibilities
In this adult life
This grown up
Busy busy busy
Approach to time
With love all around me
Screaming blue murder
The baby, infant, man, girl child
All emotions running wild
And I,
As provider
Push push push
Towards success
Measuring this concept by
Financial reward
And
Ultimately comfort
Reducing conflict
Increasing control
How. Tough it is
To think clearly slowly and calmly
When life
Biologically,
Psychologically
Emotionally
Mentally
Is simply living you
Me.
What was that?
Youth.
Illusion.
Be not afraid soul.
This is true sustenance
And a test beyond
The realms of ego,
Image, pride and glory.
This, is love.
 
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