Category: Poems

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Things I would not place inside myself

It seems that there are those that will, and I think it’s a farce,

but people (per the internet) do hide things in their arse.

I’m told (though not seen it myself for I share my PC

with kids) so cant research it but if I did then I would see

Ripe marrows place in darkest holes, and veges by the barrow

inserted, lubed and with great force, pushed into bottoms narrow.

Digits, midgets, varied widgets placed where sun shines not

a friend of mine vanished a vase when on it she did squat.

This bloke from Scotland, cavernous, spread wide, bent to receive

the contents of Old Nick’s full sack when drunk on Christmas eve.

And I did read a tale of woe of one lad who took pleasure

dressed as a pirate placed gold coins inside like hidden treasure.

A story told of one young chap one night when feeling fruity

filed down a tooth brush, electric type, to place inside his booty.

But not outdone a lass invited several chaps to sample

her gaping hole but it turned out that just the two were ample…

Things stuck inside, spread open wide, or inside falling out

each to their own, and when at home, I really have no doubt

that there are those who cant recall, have lost things, or forgotten

I might suggest they might just be lodged somewhere inside your bottom.

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XXX filth…enjoy

What once were endless summer days, and tender nights not counted

Sweetest whispers, love unbridled, days drift by embraced

And 69 more ways your soft pink flesh was nightly mounted

And your skin glowed with the blush of love’s seed spilled upon your face

The heart quickened, loins wet, thickened, hair pulled, lost souls intertwined

Gimp mask, red room, 12 inch pseudo love meat, I am yours and you are mine.

So spent, we lay in sheets soiled with the remnants of our love

we fit like trains into a tunnel, like large hand into small glove

And when no lube can dampen, when blue pills can not revive

Will we shuffle from this mortal coil, our passions still alive

Somewhere far beyond these night time stars that we once watched together,

Shall our memories drift slowly into inky black forever

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U is for…

I tore the pages from the book

that holds the story of our lives

of darker times that might have been

and in their place I wrote these words

my promises to you.

Not to forget each day to live

and love and laugh and treasures mine

to hold most dear and know their worth

and thanks with grateful heart I give

all that I have to you.

When sunset paints with flames of red

the words we wrote on pristine page

We loved though time will pass us by

as stories gather dust upon

life’s shelf where now we lay.

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one before bed time?.

Alone she stands and silent mourns

Snow whipped about her feet

Dreams buried in a grave of lies

Air foul where once was sweet

And tears streaming down her cheeks

Fists clenched, jaw resolute

A rage inside pushed deep down low

Her screams once wild now mute

The trust now lost the joy departed

Cold earth on loves corpse piled

No rose she lays no prayers she speaks

Wipes her face, then turns, and smiles

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ALL HAIL BRIAN!

Its a tale, old and true, through the ages to you

a man good, brave and noble quite grand

he’s from stories of old, and songs sung and yarns told

stout of heart but alas such small hands

From when he was a lad, he would say to his dad

One day I,  will for sure, be a knight

But alas his dad feared and he scratched his long beard

Not convinced that in fact his son might

For his hands so quite small, even though he was tall

And a sword he could surely not hold

It would fall from his grip, to the ground it would slip

Left defenceless alone in the cold

“Perhaps it’s not for you” , said his dad, his heart blue

“Maybe you should consider your trade

Jesters are in demand and with your tiny hands

You would surely have your fortune made

You can dance, perform tricks, they will laugh, give you tips

You can jape, as they point at your fingers

Dressed as harlequin king, telling jokes then you sing

Of the Celts cross the sea, all such gingers

But he would not be swayed

His mind up was quite made

And he joined the kings army with hope

And begged to be a knight

They persisted, quite right

Saw his small hands and loud, declared “Nope!”

Though they gave him a task,a quite terrible ask

But he could not refuse, or give grief

The knights he’d make feel great

With small hands masturbate

Boost their self esteem and give relief

Now each night spends his time, giving handies sublime

his small hands make them feel 8 feet tall

And to battle they charge

Wearing codpiece quite large

Brian drips with man juice, big and small

So rejoice, sing his name, we rejoice in his fame

The inspirer, he who helped shape our land

Not a knight,but still grand

He who emptied man glands

All hail Brian, he of the small hands

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words…

This home, once loving walls, so tight embraced

Burned down by rage and jealousy

and all that once was is turned to ash

as trampled embers flicker, glow and die

Hearts crave phoenix flight without relief

tears hiss and rise as lost dreams climb

and drift to night and nevermore

Regret smiles sweet and mocks with twisted smiles

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To all the things that we once were

The brightness of the things that were

Like summer sun warm on the skin

Now shadows cast, and blind her gaze

And endless days to night give way

Until they set, horizons crimson

Set ablaze just one last time

No more remembers, dawn will come

Follows the embers, She remembers him no more

And light once more reveals her beauty

Safe in the warmth, new days embrace

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The ravages of time…cant be arsed tonight…

Many times a night

And then cannot get back to sleep

Then water sets him off as well

Its age, its nothing deep …

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Some peoole….honestly…

He taps into his darker self, malevolent thoughts he seeks

yet mostly struggles them to find and darkness then to speak

Then deep he digs perhaps to find the things he keeps well hid

and in a moment clear a rage he heeds the prompts dark bid

Gives voice to things he’d like to do and thoughts he entertains

of zombie infestations seeing creatures eat friends brains

he shoves a colleague down the stairs, into a river does kittens throw

and finger bangs a woman that he doesn’t want to know

He defecates outside a school, and then punches a horse

makes pranks calls to widower and mocks the dead of course

then dreaming of the things he like to do and those he hates

he peers in through your window, on your roses masturbates

kittens drowned and puppies kicked he revels in the spite

and chokes his wife with trembling hands as she sleeps through the night

All day he entertains and dreams and lets the darkness out

into a cinema he runs and then “Allah Akbar” shouts out

And then with poem on the page the darkness does recede

and bids you keep his secret and the darkness not to feed

with smiles and laughs the rage does pass and normal it return

he presses publish, smiles and winks and to the next page turns

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word salad

Though eyes grow dim and final sunset calls

you ever still remain as bright as care free summers days.

And soft warm smile my heart delights one final evermore

and no regret, not one, no single moment would I trade.

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Upon my door the darkness hurled

and screams to steal first kiss and each one since

though splintered wood lay all about my feet

protected, each defended to the last.

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And when I lay upon the cold and unforgiving stone

hands crossed upon my fiersome pounding breast

you call me home and no more will I fight

and drift to sleep at last within your arms

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Fancy another of these?

If lost, the things I hold most dear,

these minutes, hours, months and years

that helter skelter through my mind

With all I am, swim intertwined,

The loss of you the thing I truly fear

…

Still I would cling, with fingertips

that were your name ripped from my lips

that in that place of darkest sky

not knowing where or when or why

Back to my mind Your memory might slip

…

And once again this love would taste

and life renewed, new memories make

this destiny once more to live

In equal parts to take and give

And feel the lessening of heart’s cold ache