Fac Create
It all goes on in the factory
You name it they do it
A right old place of events
From art shows of cool paintings
To strip shows of hot ladies
Via a secret room for ing
Along with a Russian spy hiding
The flower seller downstairs
Equalled by the roof top ballet
The tattooist of the middle floor
Plus a Satanist who likes pigeons
Drinking takes places in the cellar
All this and more in the factory
Anything creative goes here
Pop down and give it a try
The 'I am' Giotto of Poliziano
a monument to the artist ego
He claimed his art equalled poet Dante
only recitation & contemplation can say
Irresistible shiny pure electric white skin. So wanton inviting to be kissed. Her lusty body adorably thin. I went from nice guy to beast is not something she would look of missed. I loved her goodness but longed for the excitement of her extreme rage. I lifted her onto the kitchen work top with irresistibly wicked brute strength. She looked angelic and appeared not to age. Ripped off her knickers and violently pounded her all the wickedness of my great length. I met equalled her with sexual dominance and we both at last ate on the same page
She once thought she was beautiful,
An island in the sea,
More than just a simple rose,
She was the complete majestic tree,
And she thought her beauty meant she was right,
Beauty equalled good,
Not realising her thoughts could be read,
Like a simple story book,
This led to men all praising her,
Agreeing with what she said,
They laughed at jokes, admired her smile,
To end up in her bed,
Until the day she had no friends,
Her troubled thoughts had been displayed,
Her beauty never made her good,
It just meant that she got laid.
Into my yoga room she came with a half moon
The sun burnt it, she said
For the moon dared to show in the afternoon
Her distress equalled the moons
Her tears, when they came, could fill a water balloon
I distract her with pictures in cartoons
Of animals and birds cooling down in the monsoon
Just then raindrops fell on her sketchbook
Filling her teacup with rain, I hand out a spoon
Thus, she stopped crying for the moon.
What the Mona Lisa sees
The artist laid before her
His breath lingers in the air
Staring back and trying to pay honour to her beauty
Paint merges with turpintine to perfume the room
There in his eyes she see it the reflection
that started his fire
Where her perfect lines are mimicked but never are equalled
Then trapped within its confines
Watching art and artist die
Dust becomes her makeup
And tears become her praise
The enigmatic beauty with the enigmatic gaze
She sparkled with a light of purest love
Her beautiful eyes were deep enough,
To lose yourself in and bask in bliss
Her lips so red and sumptuous they yearned to be kissed,
Her figure sculptured in perfect curves
It's flow and lines left all in awe
This was my Princess who I adored.
I was her Prince who offered her the world
Put her her on a pedestal on a pedestal under flags unfurled,
In our city of Atlantis we had had it all
A love so deep it could not be equalled,
We shone so bright and resonated grace
And as I watched from a distance
She would glide around our city state
She always took my breath away
And turned heads and courted smiles
And with her kindness and compassion
She managed to beguile.
She was enchanting and amazing
And was loved by all
And I thought our love would be eternal,
I never could have foreseen the future in in store
The sound and sight of the oceans roar
But centuries on, our love continues more
And my Princess and I are now royalty of the deep sea
Who are part of an oceanic dynasty.
Swallow your pride
Take the poison
They said it helps
So, open wide
Bitter pill indeed
But it is needed
You had to take it
No matter how much you pleaded
No other choice really
It will not let you live freely
Without the pill is suffering
Without the pill is pain
Without the pill is fear
Without the pill is despair
Your body is whole
But broken is your soul
When bones are broken
A crutch keeps you up
When your very being is broken
A pill becomes a crutch
If it was just taking a pill
That equalled calm
Pain and suffering would leave
There'd be no harm
But a higher dose at first is frightful
You wait for the day, it'll become delightful
From a train to a car to the blood on the tar
boys be laying in the street with a gun at their feet
Dead cause thug was the name
they were raised to believe
Now its blue vs red vs blue and red feds
equality's a dream that died
ina troubled youths head
Cause peace was the vision of a hood kid who
hung with other kids he thought were his friends
He got cheated and beatup and treated like hell
by the niggas he thought were his friends as well
So his peace dream died but he should of kept it
cause now picking up a gun equalled being respected
Then he joined the red side cause his oppressors were blue
He took pride in the task to kil his old crew
So he filled up his pistol and got on a train
to a car that would take him down memory lane
As he greeted his brothers and stood by the car
he heard a loud bang and fell on the tar
Now he realised the blue crew saw the jump coming
then he died in the blood that he dreamt of becoming
A Post Trauma
The drinking goes on,
Only now under greyer skies,
And much darker clouds.
The smoking increases,
Every calming exhalation,
Equalled by clouds of pain and confusion,
A speeding pulse momentarily regulated by drugs,
Only for it to all start again!
To be alone is pain,
Although company is comfort,
To wake up and realise is heartache,
Yet the end of a day is relief,
The day having been a battle,
A quality of life a light year away,
The aim at present...to remain stable!
Copyright
S.Rose
A
pound
Sterling –
two forty
Saxon hammered coins;
silver pennies or “little stars1”.
It
was
Offa
of Mercia,
eighth century king2,
first issued the silver penny,
and two hundred and forty weighed one pound or libra.
He
copied
the Roman
denarius coin
so one penny became “1d.”
and twelve of these equalled one solidus, or “1s.”
And
thus
became
L.s.d. –
Pounds, shillings and pence.
Sad
day
annus horribilis
nineteen sev’nty one
when decimalisation came
and Great Britain lost her monetary heritage.
Love in the springtime
What sweeter thought than this
The first warm days accompanied
By a brand new exciting romance
An old fashioned romance
Like the ones written about in books
In love poems
That lived in the hearts of young people
Before this 'anything goes' society
A gentle caring approach like love used to be
Filled with mystery
With the excitement of that first kiss
That first tender embrace
Nowadays we try on the merchandise before we buy
No mystery, no exciting anticipation
The thrill is gone
Oh for those simple days gone by
When the excitement in our hearts
Was almost too much to bear
That experience has never been matched
Never been equalled in all our succeeding years
Love in the springtime of life
© Jack Ellison 2014
O'er tempest,soars the
eagle with wings
stretching towards the
smiling sun.
Gliding-nature's
handiwork.
Up the sky,a figure
with outstretched wings
battling the turbulent
wind and frowning sun.
Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Mistaken for an eagle
in the sky-never an eagle.
Utter's sound as the
eagle-never an eagle.
This man-made
handiwork,dismember's
under a stormy wind.
For paid price-loss of
lives.
The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
Frog-men under sea
and frogs in the waters
can bear witness.
My friends, this saga slowly unfurls
a love story that went quickly awry,
seems greedy Bob dated a pair of girls
when with one, to the other he’d lie.
The homlier girl’s name was Edith
who, nonetheless Bob was fond of,
but, greedy Bob wanted to live out the “myth”
and with sisters, he was sure to find love !
He began slyly asking about sister Kate
for her beauty was equalled by few,
she was young, and he believed her well worth the wait
she had enough sex appeal for two !
Bob’s antics had him severely troubled
because, he covered his tracks day and night,
his love-making prowess had quickly doubled
so his lovelife was going just right !
Well, finally Bob’s saga ended in terror
because the girls both found out what he’d done,
Bob had mixed their names up, in a passionate error
and what transpired next, was not very fun !
One of the sisters had taken Bob’s life
because he’d proven he couldn’t be “true”,
and the lesson he learned, at the end of that knife
taught, “you can’t have your Kate…..and Edith, too !
Longing.
if time heals all wounds,?
my cure lies in patience,?
if sadness makes us stronger,?
sorrow lives as my acquaintance,
the sun rises slowly but has to set again too soon,
the sun brings us the light but is only shadowed by the moon,
the sun shows our imperfections, and the moon leaves them transparent,
but if i speak truth let me be a declarant,
true beauty shines through when under darkness, moon or sun,
your beauty stay true, equalled by none,
time will heal not being by your side,
and the sorrow will give me strength to be proud that i tried,
one day you will find a love much greater than I,
i just long for the chance to say that your mine.
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