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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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being you- whats it like being you
just the thought of seeing you
blows my mind away
and your face
like a fire in outer space
all the grace and the pace
of the hundred metres cheetah chase
what to do
when you meet somebody who
puts some kind of spell on you
goes and rings the bell on you
its hell on you
so then you just stand and wait
like a beggar at the palace gate
hoping fot that burning satyr glance
a smile perchance
the voice that sets your heart aglance
i wish iknew
just what its like being you
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"being you- whats it like being you
just the thought of seeing you
blows my mind away
and your face
like a fire in outer space
all the grace and the pace
of the hundred metres cheetah chase
what to do
when you meet somebody who
puts some kind of spell on you
goes and rings the bell on you
its hell on you
so then you just stand and wait
like a beggar at the palace gate
hoping fot that burning satyr glance
a smile perchance
the voice that sets your heart aglance
i wish iknew
just what its like being you
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awh shucks,thanks |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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no its not mike, glad you like it sugarplum....was written by spike milligan....somewhere between bi-polarism and depression..lol,probably a very scary world tee hee |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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ohh..poet corner..yay...
Cold and despondent
my heart left on a shelf.
Pawned by unfaithful
hands to make
room for a another.
Till beautiful browsing
eyes appraised.
Paid for with a warm smile.
And carried away in a red
velvet bag encased in barbed wire.
It jostles it sways it gets pricked.
But knows it is going home.
Unpacked and sat beside another
Their shadows slowly dance with the ageing day. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I choose not to break you, I know I can but
Instead I invite you to my bed
To take me as yours
To own me
To love me
To keep me
To call me "mine"
To cherish me
To adore me.. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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fate chose us.
conspired, manipulated
till our paths crossed.
without signals
without awareness
we could do nothing
but collide.
we twist, we tangle
in the blissful wreckage of lust |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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O stoney grew soil of Monaghan
the laugh from my love you thieved
you took the grey child of my passion
and gave me your clod-conceived
you clogged the feet of my boyhood
and i believed that my stumble
and the poise and stride of Apollo
and his voice my thick-tongued mumble
you told me the plough was immortal
o green life conquering plough
your mandril strained your coulter blunted
in the smooth lea-field of my brow
you sang on steaming dunghills
a song of cowards brood
you perfumed my clothes with weaved itch
you fed me on swinish food
you flung a ditch on my vision
of beauty love and truth
o stoney grey soil of Monaghan
you burgaled my bank of youth
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"oh you like patrick kavangh too mossy?"
not particularly, but he was the best of a depressed bad lot, that's the only poetry i remembered from school. i do like that one poem though, even though i actually like Monaghan unlike its poet |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"deppressed..yea...most noted poets are lol"
. Awh Flip yous are all educated the only poem I rem is lol. Mrs mcQuitty had only one diddy
She banged it AgAinst the wall
She thought it was nice
So she banged it twice
And now she's no diddies at all lol |
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"deppressed..yea...most noted poets are lol. Awh Flip yous are all educated the only poem I rem is lol. Mrs mcQuitty had only one diddy
She banged it AgAinst the wall
She thought it was nice
So she banged it twice
And now she's no diddies at all lol "
It's a classic though. Why would you want to remember anything else?  |
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Ya can't beat a bit of Pearse though. .
Since the wise men have not spoken, I speak that am only a fool;
A fool that hath loved his folly,
Yea, more than the wise men their books or their counting houses or their quiet homes,
Or their fame in men's mouths;
A fool that in all his days hath done never a prudent thing,
Never hath counted the cost, nor recked if another reaped
The fruit of his mighty sowing, content to scatter the seed;
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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my girl’s tall with hard long eyes
as she stands, with her long hard hands
keeping
silence on her dress,good for sleeping
is her long hard body filled with surprise
like a white shocking wire,when she smiles
a hard long smile it sometimes makes
gaily go clean through me tickling aches,
and the weak noise of her eyes easily files
my impatience to an edge—my girl’s tall
and taut,with thin legs just like a vine
that’s spent all of its life on a garden-wall,
and is going to die. When we grimly go to
bed
with these legs she begins to heave and
twine
about me,and to kiss my face and head.
ee cummings - xix |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"pointy birds , oh pointy pointy
anoint my head , anointy nointy"
I love Steve Martin!
In Dillian's Grove my love did die,
and now in ground shall ever lie.
None could ever replace her vissage,
until your face brought thoughts of kissage.
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By (user no longer on site)
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"pointy birds , oh pointy pointy
anoint my head , anointy nointy
I love Steve Martin!
In Dillian's Grove my love did die,
and now in ground shall ever lie.
None could ever replace her vissage,
until your face brought thoughts of kissage.
"
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"The boy was on the burning deck,
his hands all burnt and blistered.
He shoved one finger up his arse and another one up his sisters.  "
fran that almost brought a tear to my eye |
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"The boy was on the burning deck,
his hands all burnt and blistered.
He shoved one finger up his arse and another one up his sisters.
fran that almost brought a tear to my eye "
its the only thing i learned in school |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Sultry and sin full is she.
In the day she glows.
Night she approaches and seductively darkens.
Every sense will reproach.
All calm his word command..
Demure submissiveness obeys |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Glass
So fragile
it gets shattered yet does not break
So strong but sometimes indefensively weak
Yet
One day
you will hit it's spot
Before so impenetrable
Now erodes and collapes before your eyes
Never did it seem impenetrable
Fragile at it's source
Glistening, quivering fragility |
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