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Posted: 10/25/2007 7:36:24 PM | just this gentle explanation
my fat is a protection
i do not make excuses
nor absolve myself of
my weakness
my sin against this
temple
this crime against
my soul
it was needed for
the moment
when protection
was needed
against kicks
and blows
and violent words
it cushions
much woe.
not an excuse
but a plea
judge not
so harshly
it is so hard
to be wee
tiny
small of body
when your
soul has
shrunk to nothing
too
the bulk is
a fortress
we build
so we do
not ENTIRELY
disappear
to dust
so sorry you are so angry. your heart so heavy with it. what is worse? who is to say. i judge thee not. we each have ways of dealing with pain. anger. you have yours. i had mine. there is a field of understanding where no right or wrong prevails. i will meet you there in the sunshine. | |
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Posted: 10/26/2007 12:57:30 AM | An addendum
God in his infinite wonder
Gave us a vessel this life to ponder
We hold it in trust for the duration of life
To look after it as you would cherish your wife
These skin and bones and organs and limbs
Where bestowed by God a gift from him
To look after and keep safe for seventy years
Not to abuse with buns and beers
When we go and at last make our saviour
When we stand naked and ask his favour
How do we explain how we caused him pain
With 35 stone of a weight gain. | |
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Posted: 10/26/2007 9:43:15 AM | More fun!
We are all doomed, doomed I tell thee! Oh Woe is me!
Mankind on this earth is slowly dying
There can be no possible denying
Resources that where once a plenty
Are now all very close to empty
Consider the urban population
That dominates every civilised nation
Millions of people depended on intensive farming
When it ends it will be most alarming
No petrol to fuel the articulated lorries
No food in the shops now that's a worry
Our elderly will starve, our children will die
As food runs out for you and I
Only the strongest and fittest will survive
Darwin's theory is still very much alive
Population's will migrate and chaos will ensue
Less will be divided between me and you
The rule of law will be forsakened
The law of the jungle will be reawakened
No energy to run our hospitals and homes
Little flesh will remain on our brittle old bones
Nations will once again become enemies
As less fertile earth exists at the extremities
As water levels rise and snow peaks fall
Desert will enlarge and reclaim us all
Man will condense into a few small spaces
Conflict and bitterness will increase between races
Competition for water, minerals, soil and energy
Will destroy what's left of current synergy
The earth's population which is now 6 billion
Will decrease rapidly, humans will die by their millions
The cycle of life and of the planet earth
Will once more turn and have it's rebirth
The earth will cleanse the disease of man
As earth and topsoil return to sand
Rivers, resevoirs and lakes will become bone dry
Just another reason why man will die
Chaos will reign and there will be great disorder
Ironic that's part of the earth's natural order
As populations of animals, insects and beasts
Have over eons continually increased
The earth has limited rising populations
Again we shall witness the capping of creation
Natural selection will determine who will live
There will be no health service with medicines to give
Homes will be unheated, food won't be produced
Men will take up ploughs and women will seduce
Barter will become common, coins will be redundant
Potatoes, barley and wheat won't be abundant
Land will be a commodity which man will kill for
There will be no social services to cater for the poor
The problem with the earth but no one will say
Is not due to global warming or that oil has had it's day
The problem is simple, it's one of mathematics
Too many people it's what's called demographics
So in order for all to live and flourish
We simply need to let 2 billion perish
Can we have volunteers for this worthwhile cause
What's that I hear, a pregnant pause
Come all ye tree huggers and new new age types
Do your cause a favour and give up your life
The earth has started to change the cycle has begun
Renewed and enriched by man now as dung
I apologise for my gloomy predications and forecasts
But I conclude by wondering how long mankind will last
The soothsayer, you heard it first of POF | |
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Posted: 10/26/2007 1:34:53 PM | Confused
Long is the silence
Long passes the darkness
Night falls quickly and lasts long
Autumns days grow shorter
Winter approaches
And so we make ready
Bellies full
Fuel gathered in
Waiting for the coming storm
The leaves fall like parachutes from branches high
New buds appear in apprehension
The warmth of Autumn calling them
Their senses warning them
Open now
Die next week
So they wait
Sparrows, tits and bluebirds
Chattering to each other looking for guidance
Should we fly or should we stay
Food still aplenty on the ground
Abundance all around
Yet distance memories call
Torn between the promise of a new tomorrow
Anchored by the memoires of yesterday
Confused with this new today
Sleeveless shirts and torsos without wool
October ends on a barometric high
Cloudless skies bring a smile
Yet one eye looks for last years scarf
Seasons merging confusing man and bird
Welcome the new dawn or curse confusion
Why can't it be like it was before
Man prefers security built upon surity
What will this new tomorrow bring
Spring before winter
Summer before spring
Years moving with time
Time standing still
Confused
Me too. | |
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Posted: 10/27/2007 3:24:23 AM | It's 11.00am I think I need a good rant to start the day
Does anyone know where you can get a rant these days, everyone is so PC, i will have to do my own one!
Media Circus
The young man is dead laying in his coffin
The press await outside smoking and coughing
The family grieve and tears are shed
The photographers consider how much they will get paid
Children in awe watch those inside and out
Wanting to cry, wanting to scream and shout
Prayers are said by the parish priest
The editor screams demanding information released
Deadlines to be met he swears at his staff
Hurry the thing up he is heard to laugh
Death has become a spectator sport
The journalists will wait and won't abort
Respect for the dead, compassion for those remaining
Means little to a media obsessed with gaining
Stories, pictures and news room footage
For the 6.00 o'clock news they need the coverage
The cameras zoom in on the tears of anquish and sorrow
The photographers consider the headlines tomorrow
A microphone is shoved in front of those grieving
And they asked for comments as the service they are leaving
The reporter with her make up and designer dress
Feints sympathy then she tries to impress
I could never undertand why we needed to see
The vivacious reporter telling the story on the news on TV
Her editor, her bosses and the public voyeurs
For the media circus there sadly is no cure
Professional ethics flys straight out the room
When journalists see wives gripping nails on the tomb
The media pigs, snouts sniffing sordid tales
Care little for the collateral damage cause by their sales
Invasion of privacy at sensitive and testing times
Is part of the business and leads to headline rhymes
I can't hide my own distain and anger
For the journalist who over the coffin clambers
Rant over | |
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Posted: 10/27/2007 4:30:07 AM | Sorry it's 11.30 am and my lust for ranting has not been satisfied, so let me have a really good rant this time and what better to rant and rave about than established religion.
Anyone who is a regular church goer may wish to go to one of the lovey dovey threads, where you will feel warm, cuddly and comforted with thoughts of love and joy - you have been suitably warned?!
Suffer Little Children!
Suffer little children to come onto me
That's what the church and religion taught me
Care and comfort and cherish them
Consider children your forever friend
Nurture their minds and keep them from harm
The tens years ago we heard the alarms
It seemed the church practiced not what it preached
Young kids had been abused, not what Jesus had teached
Hypocrits and shysters controlled the church
Self protection from those sitting on the highest perch
Not one case, two or three or four
Thousands of cases came eventually to the fore
In Ireand, America, Britain and Europe
It was not just single priests who were found to be corrupt
The church as a corporate and controlling entity
Was devoid of sympathy it had little empathy
The main goal when the shite finally hit the fan
Was damage limitation, bury heads in the sand
In Ireland, Church and Sate connived hand in hand
To minimise damage throughout the land
The taxpayer paid for the churches failure
Ironicallly the abused taxes kept the Church in tenure
Mothers and fathers disbelieved their own offspring
When tales of abuse the youngsters did bring
Sitting in choirs and at confessional seats
The kids were abused by perverted old priests
Don't make up stories about old father John
He has been in the parish for all so long
No man wearing the cloth would do such a deed
Go wash out your mouth, don't sow any bad seed
Children were abandoned by their maws and paws
Held more ever firmly in the rotten priests' claws
If you tell your parents you will go straight to hell
Childer were scared shitless by the lies priests did tell
Many were castigated and subsequently thrown out
As the church banded together and used its immense clout
Not content with defending cardinal sins
Childrens reputations were cast into the bin
Families who made allegations were chased from the fold
Excommunictated from their neighbours so I am told
The public relations machine when into a spin
No man could take on the church and win
The trickle of complaints turned into a torrect of rage
As diocese's and bishops became beseiged
The highest authority throughout the land
Hide the perpetrators to save the church from harm
No matter now the sad deed was done
It was all important to save the reputation of Rome
I remember the tale of Jesus venting his rage
With the money changers in the temple making their wage
Imagine his wrath, imagine his condemnation
For those of the clergy abusing the children of the nation
Any other corporate body or institution
Would have have not survived a public proseution
Those sitting at the top of the corporate empire
Would have faced serious charges relating to conspire
Directors of corporate bodies would have been fired
Others in authority would have retired
Shares in such companies would have been in free fall
The church however survived pleading simply man's downfall
No real damage was done to the church it seems
Except if you discount millions of desolate dreams
The church lost its direction, it lost its ethos
It hired perverts and as a consequence caused chaos
Young lived were ruined and families decimated
Because sexual predators could not be sedated
Suffer little children took on a new meaning
To those wearing the cloth continully scheming
They preyed on the helpless they abused the pure
Exonerated by their church no need for a cure
Shifted from one parish and then on to another
Sometimes together they defiled young brothers
How can one corporate body allow so many failings
If men had balls heads would be stuck on church railings
Don't preach to me, don't tell me Jesus's fables
When you bishops sit down and break bread at the tables
I go direct and speak to my God
I need not your services, your church is a fraud
The santity of children you defiled for decades
Then you as one stood firm against the brave
Don't make me sick with your lectures and masses
You make me puke you hypocritical asses
How many men of the cloth have we heard about
Who trailed a pervert in a collar into a boxing bout
How many Bishops dragged by the collar
The rogue priest the unsaintly scholar
Did they report their colleagues did they tell tales
Did they send their companions straight to jail
No, the covered, they fudged and they massaged facts
And during that period they allowed more attacks
The story is not over the end has not come
Until the church changes it's sexual dictums
When men are restained from sexual relations
Then the church will inflict perverts on all our nations
Any man in a cloth who professes chasity
I can't but think is a real sexual nasty
His natural urges, his natural inclinations
Are bottled inside hide behind sexual fasinations
Free your priests, let them take on wives
Then our children won't be subject to preditory lives
Ok, Rant over, i feel better but you feel like shite, but just think i might just be right | |
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Posted: 10/29/2007 3:51:23 PM | Apologies to one and all, I reviewed my last epic and missed an important aspect to the debate. Can you spot the previous deliberate error!
Greatest Sin!
Which pray tell is the greatest sin
Since the molestation of children did begin
Was it the sin of the individual priest
Or the sin of the corporate body that was the least
It has often been held to be true
That our sins are forgiven sins of me and you
God is love or so they say
You will be forgiven if your repent and pray
Ask for forgiveness and do your penance
God will be merciful and review your sentence
Man too is forgiving so much is evident
That is applicable to man or to president
It was not the original sins of Richard or Bill
That caused eruptions on Capital Hill
It was not the individual original sin
That allowed impeachments to begin
The greatest sin if I may be so bold
Is in this story which will unfold
It is not the dastardly deeds of some
But the subsequent reactions from the hierarchy in Rome
The upper echelons took corporate decisions
They did so with military precision
They would absolve their bishops and their priests
They would not unto the police be released
The cover up and the subsequent prevarication
Is the greatest sin to visit our nation
The story of individual torture and pain
Was to be hushed up over and over again
The church must survive at any cost
So what if a few innocent souls are lost
The greatest sin in the story of John Paul
Was his deliberate failure to simply tell all
To cover up and to lie and deceive
A more deadly sin or so I perceive
That's not to exonerate the perverted priests
Who for years on young boys and girls did feast
But the failings of one can be prevented by actions
Except where the devine fail by deliberate inactions
Failure to send out corporate signals
Allowed the internal perverts the freedom to mingle
The cardinals and bishops of the corporate elite
Cast aside the ordinary man in the street
No matter of his sons and daughters
The lambs were led to the alter for slaughter
Acknowledged in-house child molesters
Could still were robes and say daily vespers
By maintaining the guise that all was well
Cardinals and Bishops should go straight to hell
To protect the firm from diminishing funds
Preists were allowed to go on the run
The corporate body I have no doubt
Took the decisions they had all the clout
Ignorance was not part of the equation
Information was ignored to countance evasion
The Church broke both God and man's laws
Rather than acknowlege its terrible flaws
What more terrible sin for a Church to commit
Than for its revered elders to be hypocrits
To abuse and confuse it's dutiful flock
The Church made its parishioners a laughing stock
How many God fearing, devout and religous men
Have left the church and still can't comprehend
How their children were defiled by men wearing frocks
As parish priests abused their trusting flocks
As contemptible are the depraved actions of a few
The greatest sin was the organisational curfew
Where records were misplaced and files destroyed
Evidence needed to save innocent young boys
Compare and contrast the flock from the shepards
One full of trust the other full of leopards | |
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Posted: 10/30/2007 11:48:01 AM | Freedom Come, Freedom Go, tell me yes sir, then you tell me no!
I am a freeman living in the west
My freedom was won at the expense of the rest
Freedoms won by ancestors over hundreds of years
Slowly but surely I see my freedoms disappear
I live in a world of government regulation
I feel like I am under strangulation
I can't work or play or even think
I'm regulated now on how much I can drink
They are now telling what I should eat
I look over my shoulder if I eat red meat
I don't smoke but I feel I should start
I would rather die of a strain on my heart
Than to die of boredom and being being regulated
I think they would prefer me to be sedated
The thought police dictate my views
I can't be a racist even if I choose
I can't be homophobic that's not right
I can't be critical of the supremist right
My freedom of speech has been denied
I have no voice, my poem decries
I can't build my house using certain coloured bricks
I can't chop down trees or sell wood for sticks
I can't climb a ladder in case I fall
Health and Safety Regulations rule us all
I must sign in triplicate all manner of forms
I must conform to certain standard norms
My individuality and views are of no matter
Sexist codes means that I can't even flatter
Information about me is retained by Big Brother
No more anonimity for one and another
Our fingerprints and DNA can be forcefully given
If the state so dicates so we can earn a living
The freedoms of expression won in the 17 th century
If expressed now will take you to the penitentiary
How wonderful it is now to live in the west
Instead of under the yoke of the communist crest
The law which protects our personal freedoms
Has been slowly eroded by civil service fifedoms
Little Hitlers and Stalinists who create their own dominions
Treat me like a cog , I'm one of their minions
The government, the state, the bureaucratic machine
Treat me like a criminal, unwashed and unclean
They want me only for my income tax donations
Then they treat me like I was their own creation
The local council, the education authority
Treat all individuals like a third class minority
The health service, the tax office and public utilities
Treat us as if we are one of their facilities
How did we let them erode so many rights
Why did we as individuals not put up more of a fight
We allowed the churches to abuse and dominate
We acquiesed and allowed them to seal our fate
No matter if it is the left or the right
All politicians act so very contrite
They all seek power and with it domination
They argue it is in the service of the nation
I'm tired I no longer want to be treated as inferior
By the bureaucratic machine which deems itself superior
The individual is the centre of the universe
Not the government or legislature, that's simply perverse
But we elect these ***holes to faithfully serve us
Not to create more rules in search of political lust
Forget about big government and release the chains
All individuals to be creative, breath and think again
The individual is rapidly loosing his ability to reason
To go against policy is to commit high treason
Individuals are loosing their sense of initiative
It's as if we are all taking government seditives
Why educate the masses and offer unobtainable goals
Why have educated men digging ditches and holes
Why on the one hand encourage freedom of speech
Whilst on the other hand restrict what we preach
I must conform in every single way
With standard norms in what I do and say
I am no longer an individual, I'm not unique
I'm just a number in the national clique
I must do what the government wants me to do
I have no choice, no freedom to choose
The penalties are increasing for any deviation
Bureacrats do not like the concept of mediation
The law is the law it must be obeyed
Pounds and ounces must no longer get weighed
The European dimension has exasserbated the process
Directives and the Court of Justice disallow individual protest
Europeans have lost basic individual essentials
They have even standardised our cooking utensils
See how the bureacratic pyramid is never ending
Constantly growing and without a doubt unbending
Why does government continually need to pass more laws
Can't they see with each law they create more flaws
Each flaw requires continually change and correction
So the process continues a cycle of self protection
These politicians see it as their responsibility and duty
To create new laws as if it had artisitc beauty
They fail to see that the continual legal stream
Of primary and secondary legislation from the government machine
Is killing individual freedoms, hopes and desires
Are you like me are you weary and tired
Where is the encouragement to fly and have dreams
That's not allowed for in the government schemes
In the past I was always keen to exercise my vote
It was an honour hard fought for, so someone wrote
But if I vote for thses jobsworths, I'm digging my own grave
More rules, codes and regulations to make me their slave
I wish I was older and approaching my death
Even then the taxman will take what I have left | |
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Posted: 10/30/2007 12:21:53 PM | Ms Wizard awesome poem They Call Her Rage I could actually visualize your every word and feel the anger. To me when you can feel the intensity in someones poem like yours,my opinion is that you are a brillant writer. Keep up the great talent, which you possess. | |
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Posted: 10/30/2007 2:35:32 PM | To those who might be easily offended look away.
Please remember that this poem is directed towards a particular fictitous individual and is in no way representative of the many hundreds of other similar people whom I have had regular contact with
The Fat Fecker
There's a fat fecker
Who is wheelchair bound
He's fat and ugly
He's six feet round
This man is a leech
He's a discredit to the disabled
He has stuffed himself to the point
He is unbalanced and distabled
He moans and complains
To all who offer assistance
His vast bulk is his
Piste de resistance
He demands, he threatens
He shouts and screams
He admonishes all and sundry
He is disgusting and obscene
He hides behind
His free wheelchair
He is not a real man
Only for himself he cares
He relinquished the title
Of human being
When he stopped being able
To see himself peeing
He has frightened
All state departments
By his vast smelly bulk
His ungainly deportment
The state must provide
For his every need
The state (you and i)
Subsidise this man's greed
Why can't the state
Act on my behalf
And reduce this mans
Benefits (and weight) by half
He is never satisfied
He rejects every solution
For this man
Hitler had the right resolution
He has contributed
Nothing to society
Not even his own
Sobriety
This obscene bulk has no
Redeaming features
He treats all others
Like loathsome creatures
He bathes in sloth
He dresses in lazy
The state subsiding his ego
It's a disgrace, it's crazy
Greed and continual persistence
Has been this mans passport
To a lifetime
Of state assistance
He is a shame
To the genuine disabled
Who work every day
To put food on the table
Those disabled by accident
And disabled by birth
Would I believe
Give this man wide berth
Political correctness
Prevents to admonish
Such parasitic vultures
Whose benefits would astonish
God i feel so much better! | |
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Posted: 10/30/2007 2:46:01 PM | No messtakes!
It's hard being so perfect
Always being correct
"I know" I hear you
Interject
It's a burden I carry
Always being right
But the privilage is mine
I saw the light
To be perfect always
Is an onerous task
I hide my agony
Behind this mask
Perfection comes to me
It's a great affliction
It sits besides
My deepening convictions
My standards are high
My pedestal is raised
Please don't embarrass me
No please, no more praise
To my adoring public
And to all my fans
Of course I will let you
Shake my hands
I know you know
I am not a fake
I'm a genuine perfectionist
I amke no misstakes | |
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Posted: 10/31/2007 12:57:43 AM | Skeedar's censorship by the Great dictactor
I see Skeedar's poem was deleted
I think he sounds justly defeated
Literature has always been subject to censor
Normally by grey matter that is considerably denser
I am at a loss to understand why
This poet's musings are lost and he crys
The reason is I could not see
What others had wittnessed long before me
I kinda of believe that all should express
What ever they believe given a chance to impress
I may not agree with their deep held convictions
But I must strong assert to minimising restrictions
Freedom of expression is the standard to achieve
Censorship I think helps to deceive
The censor prevents open debate
I will never help to reduce feelings of hate
Open debate informs and disgusts
But that's the price to pay, it's about trust
We allow all humans the rights to free thought
Who knows how the censor is bought
Hatred and Anger if limited to paper
Can instigate debate that can change the hater
Suppression of views in undemocratic
It is the way of those who would be autocratic
Who has the right to say what is incorrect
Why should men lie down and not stand erect
Censorship has no place in modern day society
Why should the individual have to show conformity
I can palate views different from mine
I can stomach views that are so unkind
I will die for the right to be hated
I would rather have criticism than see others sedated
Now Skeetar's views are removed from the site
I am ignorant I could not read his write
It may have been unkind, it may have been distressing
Now I won't know so I am professing
Some viewers it seems were able to determine
They took onto themselves writings to extermine
That was the way of the early churches
They also burn books during their purges
If Skeetar like me was a first degree ass
Then he should be tolerated by those who have class
To remove one's view, to remove one's opinion
Is the action of intellectual minions | |
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Posted: 10/31/2007 11:49:39 AM | This message is not in verse but has more meaningful poetry within than my last few offerings
I see Skeedar's thread is no more, ironic that it sems to have had more short term notoriety because it was censored than it may otherwise have deserved! Such is the dilemma for the censor. Freedom of speech and freedom of expression is under attack from many different sources today. If it were not for the old crazies like Jefferson, Clavin, Tyndale, Martin Luther, Pankhurst, Martin Luther King et al then the English speaking peoples of the world would have been for much longer deprived of personal freedoms and individual liberties. Tyranny normally commences with political and religous censorship as proven by the marterdom of those who first chose to print the St James Bible in English or those who burn books in Nazi germany. North Korea is a role model for tyranny in which all forms of communication and expresion are controlled. The internet and sites like this are one mechanism where the "small man" can have a relatively unrestrained voice to which his political masters cannot censor. Strange that as individuals we demand the right of self expression when we also demand the right to restrict the expression of others.
I am unaware of Skeedar's views, I may have been violently opposed to those views, but he offered me a chance to express my voice and even my hostility to his views and in that respect encouraged debate from which can come understanding. As it is i am unaware of Skedar's views and someone has reduced my choices and restricted my freedoms. Had others in our past decided that the views of Gallileo, Newton or Darwin were to be censored, I might today be the poorer for it. Thank you all who would impoverish me. | |
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Posted: 10/31/2007 12:03:00 PM | Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones
Will break my bones
But names they will
Not harm me
These words rang out
When other kids did shout
And my mother
Tried to protect me
Now i am much older
And a little bit bolder
Now words cause
Me no malice
I can deal with men's hate
I know my own fate
Writings and words are
Not a poison chalice
I expect lively debate
Which can border on hate
That's the preogative
Of those who are free
I write rhyming verse
Which generate curses
But allow the critics
To criticise me
Don't censor me please
Because I don't appease
You don't need
To read my verse
If I cause offence
Don't sit on the fence
Write and moan
And at me do curse
We all have a choice
To exercise our voice
To stick up for
Our convictions
Not to strike out debate
Or to eradicate hate
Or to censor
By secretive evictions
The burning of books
By Nazi crooks
Was a pogrom
For the learning
Who has censorship authority
Often picks on a minority
And hence alternative views
Like martyres are burning | |
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Posted: 10/31/2007 12:24:16 PM | Halloween Scream
Halloween took me unawares
As I gazed upon her ghostly stares
Her face was pale, it was almost white
I could not look away despite my fright
I was transfixed my feet nailed to the floor
As I listened to her shrieking roar
This unearthly spirit annually came for a day
She had left her home, here she did stray
She lived here once in the days of yore
Hundred and hundreds of years before
The banshee from hell made my bones freeze
I cowered on the floor I was down on my knees
Her chains rattled and she cried out in pain
I hate you, I hate you, over and over again
She circled the house looking for an entrance
She was determined that I too would serve her sentance
If she got inside I was surely done
This Jezebel from hell said I was the one
Every door and window was prised and pushed
Now and again there was an eerie hush
Then once again the wailing would commence
My spine tingled and my body went tense
Why was I suffering from this apparitions intentions
What had I done to warrant periodic spirit attentions
Oh why was I put under so much strife
Do you to have a Halloween visit from your ex wife?! | |
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Posted: 10/31/2007 3:58:43 PM | Artisitc freedom for those without artistic merit
I have no artistic talent
I have no poetic grace
My writing is childish
Perhaps even a disgrace
Is that the reason
I find myself musing
Why perhaps others find me
So very amusing
I rant and rave
And I air my views
I do it with clarity
So I don't confuse
You know where I stand
You can see my face
My name is displayed
As is my birthplace
I speak with candour
I delight in debate
I don't give a damn
If I'm not your mate
I am not sychophanitc
I will not tell you a lie
To maintain your freedoms
You might have to die
I know my limitations
I am without artistic merit
But jealously I guard
My individual free spirit
I value the freedom
To speak my own mind
I apologise in advance
I don't mean to be unkind
If my views offend and
Leave you feeling numb
Better offence than to be
Blind, deaf and dumb
I challenge the norm
I challenge the state
I pick my fights
With the good and the great
I have admonished the church
Criticised the media and press
The state, the lawyers
And all of the rest
I don't say I'm right
But I am never wrong
I write in rhymn
Cause I can't sing this song
I see powerful forces
Oppressing the individual
I think we live in a time
That is very critical
If man can no longer
Express himself without fear
Then I am of the opinion
Big Brother is already here
The magic of words
The idiocy of men
Should be preciously guarded
Defended to the end | |
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| Songs of Hate and Love
Posted: 10/31/2007 5:51:51 PM | You’re Not Me
Nothing fades away
To fill the empty void, in my empty soul
My eyes become clear
Only when everything becomes dark
Why can’t you see the way
The way I want to be
You can only see
They’re not like me
Leave me be
It ripples down my neck
The smoke fills up the air
People try to get to me
At least that’s what I see
Why can’t you see the way
The way I try to be
You can only see
They’re not like me
Leave me be
Wilderness decays, it does not fade
This stump once had limbs
Cut by the teeth of madness
It stands now, open to sadness
Why can’t you see the way
The way I need to be
People try to get to me
At least that’s what I see
He tries to hide the sorrow
Their lives he will not borrow
You want to see them as me
But I can shut my eyes and let it be | |
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| Songs of Hate and Love
Posted: 11/1/2007 5:11:11 AM | It's true! Quite often you're one ornery pisser
And often I fantasize one punch to your kisser
But there's courage and passion in all that you write
You'll defend to the death, injustice you'll fight
I too was appalled what they did to Skeedar
Small minded twits, that's what they all are
A shark in a pond that loves to eat flesh
Is a miserable excerebose mean-hearted wretch. | |
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| My Secret Sin by MsWizard
Posted: 11/1/2007 6:00:37 AM | I found your writing to be very sensual. Frankly, downright sexy. You give a look into those shared and private moments that are a story in themselves. And, you layed it down with with complete self-disclosure, inviting me into you intimate experiences. As a man, I have seen the look from the outside, but you give me the look from inside of you - or inside out. Bottom line. You made my heart beat faster.
Thanks for doing that, BoldCoffee. | |
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| Songs of Hate and Love
Posted: 11/1/2007 6:20:43 AM | Natural resources (My legacy to my sweet children)
Natural resources underground
More less now can be found
Oil is diminishing with little return
Gas is the fuel we all now burn
Gaseous emissions they too will end
Then what will happen to you my friend
Perhaps coal will provide us with some heat
But that is expensive and so to is peat
What about wood, the timber from trees
Will wood on the fire stop the great freeze
Jez we can't cut down forests on mass
That has a negative impact on CO2 gas
The earth is doomed I tell you again
So lets stop kidding ourselves, stop the refrain
No point trying to preserve an non renewable resource
It can't be recreated quickly from source
Lets use up quickly what's left of all fuels
Then nations can start fighting national duels
Our children won't mind they will be warm you see
For temperature will have risen by a few degrees
Forget about saving a few carbon emissions
Go out and enjoy without any conditions
The fuel that lies miles underground
Was put there by God waiting to be found
It was put there specifically for this generation
It was not put there for the whole of creation
No point rationing for a few more years
Something that when loss will cause a few tears
Man will react and change to conditions
The earth will cope without motorised engines
Our children can go back to walking to work
With picks and shovels they can dig the dirt
The can scrub clothes from the river bank
There will be no fuel to drive army tanks
Man can fight over land with sword and shield
We can put to the death those who won't yield
Nuclear warheads will have no real function
Without rocket fuel at this crucial junction
We can have lots of battles like the Crimea war
And slaves will have value in the west once more
Oh what a wonderful new age of man
When I go to the toilet which is a hole in the sand
This new dawn is the next coming attraction
I will be a vagabond will no state protection
I can write sentimental ballods of how time passes
When men drove cars and they had big fat asses
Obesity will have ended as food becomes scarce
Tablets and parchment will be used to write verse
I may be an oracle or a wise old sage
Oh please role on the passage of this age
I am now going for a drive in my car
I'm going to fill the tank up and drive very far
A few less gallons for my grandchildren to savour
I don't feel ashamed I'm doing them a favour
The tree huggers have wanted for many years
To return to the old days when mead was the beer
Well your hopes and wishes are about to come true
As I put on the central heating I am really helping you
My kids have had it easy to cosy by far
Inside toilets and riding in cars
They will thank me I know when years from now
They get their milk from the teat of a Jersey cow
There will then be no more nonsense that milk is bad
Oh I am so lucky to be a loving dad
I squander the earths resources to help my young babies
I will take no joy or pleasure with the increase in rabies
They don't really need a washing machine
In years from now their clothes won't be clean
Vacuum cleaners will be a thing of the pass
When they roll out their sleeping bags to sleep on wet grass
Hambugers won't give them colesterol fueled attacks
The won't have butter to put on their snacks
Come on all you adults and do your kids right
Keep burning the lamps, let them burn all night | |
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| Poem for L. Cohen - Songs of Hate and Love
Posted: 11/1/2007 6:27:18 AM | Poem for L. Cohen
(written 1979 By BoldCoffee as song/poem and salute to LC’s style)
I’m afraid I do not understand
Precisely, the cause of your desire
To recover the time that you had lost
Tell me, what had sparked your fire?
Do you remember when
You were told so Cogently
That you cannot while away the hours
Without wounding eternity
You were holding onto your crucifix
You were acting rather strange
But now you say that you have changed
Well, I’m glad to know it’s so
If you could have done it so easily
Why didn’t you do it long ago
You said that you could arrange
A meeting with the Karmic Lords
I didn’t know you had such connections
My god man, then isn’t your faith restored?
Why didn’t you do it long before
If you could have done it so easily
Why didn’t you do it long before
You’ve been traveling to fast
Trying to get ahead, not along
You’re in the same place my friend
As you were in the end, and
You were holding onto your crucifix
You were acting rather strange
BoldCoffee, 1979 | |
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| Songs of Hate and Love-Hurricane Alicia
Posted: 11/1/2007 7:45:17 AM |
Ms Wizard awesome poem They Call Her Rage I could actually visualize your every word and feel the anger. To me when you can feel the intensity in someones poem like yours,my opinion is that you are a brillant writer. Keep up the great talent, which you possess
Poetlover...that is an incredible compliment and I thank you so very much for it~ I write directly from my heart and emotions, sometimes its a gift, at other times a curse... *smile*....here's another for you:
Hurrican Alicia
A storm is blowing in my soul tonight,
Wildly, madly, hitting hard,
with the ferocity of a category five,
winds whipping, furies slashing, tossing,
Hurtling hurts and sorrows with the momentum
of a bullet train, memories so long buried,
So arrow sharp, excruciating,
My emotional chaos swirling, funneling,
Channeling dark spirits attempting to reside
In my core, my eye, my quiet place and I
Raise my fist in righteous wrath and denial,
Defending my emotional fortress,
the ocean foam white waves that are me,
crashing, pounding, my angry swells sweeping
across the ocean of impurity that attempts
to wash me out to sea, to lose me,
forever lost in my waves of despair,
my forces gather powerfully, forcefully,
My indignant convictions unleashing a fury so
Overwhelming, powerfully sweeping, washing clean
That which attempts to weaken the vortex of strength
That feeds me,compels me, drives me…..and
I lay waste to the forces which try to lessen me!
As I survey the havoc I have wreaked upon
The demonic plains of desperation, laying flat
barbaric excesses of my pain, my angers,
My spirit calms, flat lining in a sea of tranquility,
and I am once again rested, hypnotic,
waiting for the next hurricane season,
Laying dormant, calm…
...in the eye of my storm….. | |
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| My Secret Sin by MsWizard
Posted: 11/1/2007 7:48:36 AM |
My Secret Sin by MsWizard
Message: I found your writing to be very sensual. Frankly, downright sexy. You give a look into those shared and private moments that are a story in themselves. And, you layed it down with with complete self-disclosure, inviting me into you intimate experiences. As a man, I have seen the look from the outside, but you give me the look from inside of you - or inside out. Bottom line. You made my heart beat faster
BC: a lovely and wonderful compliment. Perhaps you will also like this one, "Dim All The Lights"
whispers and sighs
a love filled night
eyes closed
mouths open
touch is our sight
silken smooth
and rough hewn
maps guide our
wandering hands
oh lead us to our
sweet destination
fire flashed heat
put desires to flight
no need for
procrastination
let pleasure filled
murmurs alone
guide us in
passioned delights
scented by
honeyed warm
wax lit ushers ...
...time now...
to dim all the lights.... | |
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