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Bade Khunt Poem
Forget your Greek grammar,
And your algebra, top set,
Brush aside history, economics even if your grades are a sure bet,
And I'll tell you why,
For knowledge money cannot buy,
And that's cake, yes cake.
Whether it's cheese, chocolate or creamy and layered,
You tell me what's the sure fire preference?
Another jammy finger licking wedge, or an obscure civil war reference?
Sorry! Calm down, you just don't seem to be on the same recipe page,
Yes ok, Marx, Aristotle and even Einstein, wise, sage touching the sky,
Yeah right, when did any of them knock up a half decent mince pie?
Ok,ok but you say it's not the point but it is a fact,
And yes I personally take it to heart,
I'm not going to trust anybody who can't cook a blinding treacle tart.
Lets face it, it's all about priorities, and degrees centigrade or fahrenheit,
No, seriously when you're down with nobody to offer advice,
Can't you see there's solace in the next sticky slice.
It's cake, that's the answer, not to your questions, I'll grant you,
But to your cravings, frustrations and failings,
So who cares about syntax and what rhymes with silver?
That Socrates was right and who's Pitt the Elder?
No, here it's time to cut to the chase, it's now, make or break,
We must all rise up and demand more cake!
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Pasta with tomato sauce and basil please!
Or, white pasta with olive oil will do,
Steaming hot, slippery, sprinkled with cheese,
How about tagliatelle smothered in ragu',
Cannelloni stuffed with ricotta and spinach,
Thick lasagne layered with ham.
Please say it's pasta, please say we can.
Ravioli with potato filling dripping in butter,
Tortiglioni, penne, spaghetti, fusilli, I silently mutter.
Please say it's pasta, the good old red, white and green,
Please heap our plates and order us to lick them clean,
Pasta, please, Pasta.
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May came and went, as did June,
Long had I waited and yet they departed too soon,
Summer solstice, my spiritual day.
It's meaningful and powerful, Nature in full,
Providing one day, a rest, a harmony, a momentary lull.
The Long Day stretched up far into the clouds,
The heavens even brighter with infinite Sun,
Then for ten magical minutes the sky and the land suspended as one.
The clock stops, seconds fail and I feel Life.
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A very special place, beautiful, magical and withdrawn,
It's happy and content, never sad and forlorn,
I imagine to portray it's perfection will be tough,
No matter how hard I try I can't seem to get enough.
With fields and woods, ponds and ditches,
A stone house, a tower a courtyard that bewitches,
With oak, ash, beech, willow, wild plum, crab and fir,
I lie down with holly, box, yew and hazel, I purr.
An orchard, a walled garden and a small chicken coup,
Kestrels that hover, ravens that bark and swallows that swoop,
Foxes, hares, rabbits and deer.
The sun, the moon, the sky, cloudy or clear.
But most of all when I stumble to bed,
I feel cocooned in tranquility from my toes to my head,
A sensation of floating, suspending in the air,
My paradise, relaxation, serenity beyond all care.
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Don't have time to hate,
Avoid thoughts that negate,
Resentment, envy, loathing and invective,
None of the above are ever effective.
Instead stay calm when people take the piss,
Ask for their hand politely, bow and give it a kiss,
When they, bemused, all of a muddle, ask you why?
Simply kiss them again and wave them goodbye.
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Ah! Love at first sight,
Impossible, you spurn. Listen, you'll concede I'm right.
A chance cancellation, I should not have been teaching,
But being the junior I must not sit idle.
So thrust off into the class I was, preparation non considered vital,
It was a level I'd never taught,
For her it was a circumstance she had not sought.
Left alone she was, a classroom of one,
My relief as I realised my incompetence would not have shone,
I'd bluff it and blag it and some how get by,
She was equally out of her depth in a level far too high,
Plucking up courage I marched on in,
Stopped in my tracks by the beauty sat within.
Her smile filled the room, her lips a rhythm like the sea,
I didn't know whether to scream or jump with pure glee.
Her body seemed perfect, her persona all warmth and joy,
I couldn't shake off this idea of a reincarnated Helen of Troy.
I froze, I babbled, dribbled, tripped and almost fell,
But for the first time ever I believed in God and the Devil,
I was in Heaven, so there must be a Hell.
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Sixty seconds is all it takes,
Syntax the recipe and the brain bakes,
Cook up a poem, select Poetry mode,
Put pen to paper and churn out an ode.
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You'll be better than Nixon, you won't get found out,
You'll be superior to Carter, your business has got more clout,
Reagan? Do me a favour, he was a bore and you can act much more,
Admittedly Bush Senior sure as hell knew how to start a war,
But Bush Junior couldn't speak so that evens the score,
Obama, walking, talking and thinking he was the main man,
So if you find it gets tough keep saying " Yes we can!",
He couldn't "Can" for all his effort and might,
So don't worry, you won't "Can" cos you don't give a shite!
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On my own, going it alone, shit, drugs lots of drink,
Then, tail end of '84 you came along and made me think,
You didn't see me, it was all set, an uphill struggle,
I tucked in under the radar, hiding in my self made muddle.
At every turn you'd find me smiling, but not high,
Oh Hi! I always just happened to be passing by,
I knew you needed time, you didn't see me that way,
I remember afterwards, one of your friends even thought I might be gay.
Luckily you were unsuspecting a little bit dope-pay,
Thank God! All the time I was plotting how to get my way,
By stealth, certainly not wealth, by perseverance and cunning sly,
And yet, you didn't notice, I'd always be passing by.
Poco poco, wins the day, slowly, slowly keeping the game in play,
Then, by " reading this book " by " going to see that play ",
I crept in; waiting for my chance to make hay.
And soon enough the Sun shone, I'd elbowed myself to the front, all the competition was gone,
Having be-friended your best friend and crept closer to your heart,
I waited and waited for an opportunity to start,
Weeks of patience suddenly spring to fruition,
Your friend called a spaghetti party, wine and nutrition.
Few invitations, the space being somewhat small,
I endured, guests left, early hours and coffee called,
What fortune! No milk a search party left, just you and I remained,
You dozed; I watched, excited, one eye closed; I feigned.
I'd slumped, cleverly, close to your resting head,
Poco, poco I slid, almost imploding, full of dread,
Your smile, beautiful,your relaxed angelic face,
Closer and closer, my heart at an explosive pace.
It was now, all or nothing, do or die, hit or miss,
Slowly, hardly breathing I pressed in for a kiss,
My body almost stopped, hesitating my advance off the boil,
I was scared, rejection expecting your recoil.
No, your lips awoke, responding, replying kissing back to mine,
The moment transformed, happiness, joy, love divine,
That was a seal, a bond welding an image so fine,
I knew, I saw every fibre sublime,
Our love was found, yours me and you mine.
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There was a young lady called Mary Lou,
She wore no nickers to make it quicker to poo,
Her parents protestations fell flat and useless their cries,
She'd reply "When eating water melon it sure as hells distracts the flies".
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