Rangboggle smig-smog
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Posted:Feb 2, 2013 10:18 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2014 3:30 pm 11066 Views
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Been tidyin out me bedroom cupboard and found loads of half finished stories and frustratingly, stories with a few pages missing and bits of really bad poetry and letters i wrote and never sent and letters i've received and hoarded for more than 40 years which made me teary and smiley at the same time.Anyhoo here's a poem i found what i did done wrote when i was all of 16 (can you tell?lol)
The Storm.
A crystal ping of rain
cast from an angry sky
begins the beat
of Gods Bolero.
Trees begin to quiver
in bow string tense
throbbing, thrumming.
The storm is coming
A distant flash
lights the horizon.
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven.
A quiet rumble.
A giants waking yawn.
Pitter patter.
Angels tears upon a window pane.
A puff of wind picks and prods
through leaves dappled in liquid life.
Humming, strumming.
The storm is coming
God's press photographer
takes another aerial snap.
A picture of His creation.
Counting out.
One two three four five six seven.
Applause!
Or is it God calling the waiter?
Someone turns the pressure up
on Heavens shower head.
Drumming, drumming
The storm's a-coming
The rat-tat-tat louder.
Thrashing wind.
Boiling cold rain.
Flash!
One.
Burbling, whistling.
Tap tap tap.
Two.
Crackling, slapping.
Tap tap tap
Three.
BOOM!!! Crash
the big base drum.
Crescendo, cymbals.
The whole sweating mass of orchestra
Blowing, hitting, kicking.
Filling every sense.
No bystanders
innocent or otherwise.
We all provide accompaniment.
FLASH!
one.
CRACK.
Rain and wind.
Life.
Battering the doors, the windows.
Insistant, demanding.
People warm and fearless
inside their walls
cut off from all creation.
This is not the way God planned it.
Surely he hoped at least we'd participate.
Dazzling light.
One two three.
God is shouting at us.
Wake up!!! Wake up.
Pounding rain cleaning
washes away impurity.
Cleaning up a sad few of man's pollutions.
Dissolving, diluting.
It's never enough these days.
Not the way God planned it, not the way at all.
Flicker.
A million bulbs switched briefly on.
One two three four five six seven eight
Distant explosion
Slackening rain.
The storm is almost over.
Like sex with a stranger
there is no desire to linger
passion spent.
Such brief ecstasy.
Flicker
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen.
A hoarse whisper
re-echoes preceding moments
The storm is passing someone elses doorstep.
Thrilling through anothers blood and soul.
My disloyal love departed.
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life is the reward
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Posted:Dec 6, 2012 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2014 3:37 pm 11168 Views
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Life is so much better if you're less inclined to think.
Staring wide-eyed at the world?
It's kinder when you blink.
Existance comes with entropy
is a fancy way of saying
Don't bother buying too much crap
cos none of us are staying.
Take the joy that comes your way
and love it like a baby
Cos it won't last eternally
No ifs, no buts nor maybe.
Identify your blessings
and number them with pleasure.
You will find (as time unwinds)
there is no other treasure.
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Oddity
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Posted:Oct 19, 2012 11:08 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2014 3:32 pm 11020 Views
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According to Audrey
The world is at your will.
You can let it spin
till the cows come in
Or have it stand quite still
LIfe is just a series of
happy and unhappy choices
You can hear the song of sanity
or heed those other voices
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workin on the geedots ditty
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Posted:Sep 21, 2012 11:47 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2019 2:34 pm 10074 Views
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Working on Maisie the daisy's first geedot poem.I'm not happy with the second verse (it doesn't scan well and is deffo not chirpy enough) anyone fancy a bit of editing?
Being 1 is lot's of fun,
It's better than being noughty.
You still get yer mum to powder your bum
And wipe yer nose when yer snotty.
Being 2 is better, that's true
But 1 is still just fabby.
There's no hurry to learn to worry
Just bask in being a babby.
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Crocodile tears
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Posted:Jul 5, 2012 10:06 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2012 12:24 pm 10457 Views
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The crocodile has a very nice smile
but smiles can be deceiving
You can visit a day, have a wonderful stay
And he'll bite you on the bum as you're leaving.
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Writing poems in my sleep.
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Posted:Jul 4, 2012 4:43 am
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2017 9:05 am 11042 Views
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Halfway to sleepy town.
Halfway to sleepy town
I stopped to pick you flowers.
But then i found some other buds
'Mongst the shady, shadowed bowers.
Though their scent was not so sweet.
Their petals not so lush.
They were there and you were not.
So i kissed their present blush.
Poison touched my Judas lips
and filled my faithless form.
The price to pay, when e'er you stray
to some errant lovers dorm.
My heart was never pure again
the venom sank too deep
and now i'll only be with you
when sorrow lets me sleep.
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Yet another Geedot ditty.
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Posted:Jun 19, 2012 5:45 am
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2017 9:08 am 9709 Views
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I had to write a new Geedot poem cos the little feller got a sneak preview, curses to "Faceache"!!!!
'Ere it is anyhoo.
I bought you a cake for your burfday
Intended to send but fergot.
It sat in the fridge for a fortnight
And now i've just eaten the lot.
I bought you a snake for your burfday.
Intending to send it post haste
It sat in the fridge for a fortnight
and now it's adorning my waist.
I bought you a song for your burfday
Intending to send it quite soon
It sat in the fridge for a fortnight
and now if i sing it you'll swoon
I bought you a cake for your burfday
Intended to send but fergot
It sat in the fridge for a fortnight
And now i've just thrown up the lot.
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Another geedot poem
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Posted:Jun 11, 2012 4:15 am
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2012 10:00 am 9256 Views
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You cannot trust a seagull,
No matter how far you throw it.
They're not so bleedin gullible
They're foul-mouthed and they know it.
They say they're just misunderstood
and really a bit erudite
But truely, they're just fricken rude
with a beak that's full o sh.......
rimps.
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Geedots burfday ditty.
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Posted:Jun 10, 2012 8:30 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2012 11:40 am 9299 Views
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The trouble with yer octopii,
(I assure you this is true),
They have too many orifii
from which to choose to pooh.
Sometimes they get confuzzled
when they needs to do a stink
and cover a passing Halibut,
head to toe in ink.
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Rabid Republican rats.
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Posted:Jan 26, 2012 8:20 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2012 11:42 am 11729 Views
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Let's see if there's anything in my head?
I saw a few of the republican presidential hopefuls speeches and here's my considered conclusions.
Newt Gingrich- morally bankrupt slimeball
Mitt Romney- dangerously deluded narcissistic halfwit
Ron Paul- doddery confused old man
Rick Santorum-Who?
Not much in my head at all then.
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