Inspiration is something
That can be hard to sought.
But motivation it shall bring
When it is caught in thought.
Endless sources of it there
To broaden up your mind.
They are out there everywhere
Waiting for you to find.
Mindset is a primary factor...
Is yours willing to
Be open and play the extractor?
This is up to you.
What you know plays special forces
On this battlefield.
Imagination in its courses...
Make it unconcealed.
What are you into? What moves you?
What is it you desire?
Anything certain proves to
Be something to inspire.
People leading by example...
Places you have been.
Objects plentiful and ample...
All that you have seen.
Experience can play a role
And also what you learn.
Progressing towards a goal
As well as what you yearn.
These are just to name a few
Sources which do exist.
Everything comes down to you
And your will to persist.
Nine parts of nine millimeter.
Trigger
Magazine
Barrel
Slider
Hammer
Main Spring
Recoil Spring
Extractor
Ejector.
Note. Violence breeds violence.
The creature at the bar loved to get drunk
But townsfolk kept well away cos it stunk
At this bar with his friend
Drank whiskey till night's end
You’ve probably guessed its Sammy the skunk.
Joe the mayor asked the townsfolk to think
For an answer to that horrible stink
They came up with a plan
A huge extractor fan
Now skunks and townsfolk can both share a drink.
Written on 9th September 2018-09-09
For animal limerick contest sponsored by Charles Messina.
What do you say to the invisible
When others equate them as less than an individual
This is so residual
If you=x
Then tell me whats next
Can you see what you really can't see
Can you tune into this poems meaning
What's the invisible factor tell me do you get it yet
If not start over again and read it step by step
See Real poetry is a inquisition
So keep reading until your in submission
Tell me what's the invisible component
I'll wait for it... I'll give it a moment
Invisibility can equate to equality
With equality you have the right to be who you want to be
Study the famous poets and tune into their realm of knowledge
Keep writing and your poetry will be acknowledged
Take the alphabet and make a canvas out your words
Elegantly put and gracefully heard
So what's the invisible factor
You might need an extractor
X marks the spot
Invisibility is nought
Caged
People talking, chatting, discussing your future around you
All serious and forlorn
I can hear the extractor fan in the room, making its dulling sound, drowning out the white noise that surrounds
Buzzing low and indiscreet
I can see the birds flying outside through the dirty locked windows
Connected to a reality and freedom that I am grasping at with both hands
I am here but not present
As my opinions are sought
Like cattle being prodded
I want to feel free
Like the outside bird looking in on me through the locked window of my mind
When I left school at age fifteen years
This brave new world held many fears.
I got a job from the schools careers man,
I was going to be a trainee electrician.
Turners Asbestos Cement in Trafford Park
Was where I was to train to become a spark,
Thoughts of a holiday soon fade away
Out of school on Friday, work on the Monday .
All dressed in my best, I thought I looked a catch
Black pants and jacket and shoes to match.
Walking down the street I felt rather smug
Army surplus backpack with my book and mug,
Cornbeef butties, milk and sugar in my brew can,
Going for the bus felt just like a grown up man.
Only when I finally got to work disaster struck,
Within minutes I was covered in asbestos muck.
It being my first day,no overalls 'til Tuesday.
Working in the cutting room all day, Oh man!
The place was thick with dust and no extractor fan.
When I walked the gauntlet out of work that night,
From head to foot I must have looked a sight.
No one more embarrassed than me that day,
Folk all laughed at the ghost coming their way.
Jacket and pants were only fit for the bin.
To add to the shame all Mum did was grin.
© Dave Timperley 27 December 2016
Tell me exactly why you left.
Did you think I wouldn’t care?
I’ve been beat up and bereft,
as I sit quietly and stare.
I painted pictures of our romance, and you ripped them to shreds.
You’re a tainted permanent fixture, I tripped and fell on my head.
Where was I when our summer fling dried up and withered?
Your care was back then, a runner sings lies without trust delivered.
Forgive me for wondering, but was another woman on your mind?
I don’t live free, pondering, was your lover an easy girl to find?
Trust has been broken and our book closed its final chapter,
Lust has been spoken and I’m decomposed, you’re the primal extractor.
No remorse was shown and your goodbye was only insinuated,
I reinforce I’m alone and you fly so high as I sit quietly intimidated.
I’ve been beat up and bereft,
as I sit quietly and stare,
tell me exactly why you left,
did you think I wouldn’t care?
Date Written: May 19, 2016
With your red rubber cup that makes suction.
You have come in handy many a day,
when there has been a flushing obstruction.
I think you deserve hazard pay.
You've saved toys, an unfortunate cell phone or two.
Then there is always the times your needed,
when we are visited by You-know-Who (pweh).
So your heroics bears being repeated.
Your sacrifice it knows no bounds,
entering murky waters, stopping floods.
Or pulling to surface the items you found.
Now aren't you glad you don't have taste buds?
Some seem to see you as just an extractor.
Yet in movies, your comic timing is beyond belief,
when your stuck on the face of a leading actor.
That you didn't quit your day job is a great relief.
Though everyone knows you on sight so well,
To be an unsung hero, seems to be your lot in life.
Taken out and plunged into porcelain hell,
Where only you would dare to dive.
So Plunger, Oh Toilet Plunger,
as we kneel here before the throne.
Let us sing out your praises,
well, maybe after we can stop these groans.
For the contest; Make Me laugh..Make me Giggle
Sponsored by Tracie ~*~ Indigo dream Weaver
Placement: 1st
Mantle--a fluid shelf that cradles all existence;
Soil--a table that nurtures all subsistence
Flora--a cultivated canvas that neutralizes resistance;
Fauna--a habituated benefactor of indulgence.
Wind--a mysterious force of ambivalence,
Dispersing seed and spore with diligence.
Fondling cloak that cools with benevolence;
Powerful menace that uproots with violence.
Fire, generative force imbuing hearth with resilience;
A temporal light that provides luminescence.
Warming incubator, glowing candescence,
Brooding killer scorching with indifference.
Water--a random discharge of providence.
A vast reservoir of expedience.
An enervating stream that fuels with prescience;
An extractor that disperses with each recurrence.
Immutable elements with primordial affluence;
Material objects manipulated for human ascendence.
With your red rubber cup that makes suction.
You have come in handy many a day,
when there has been a flushing obstruction.
I think you deserve hazard pay.
You've saved toys, an unfortunate cell phone or two.
Then there is always the times your needed,
when we are visited by You-know-Who (pweh).
So your heroics bears being repeated.
Your sacrifice it knows no bounds,
entering murky waters, stopping floods.
Or pulling to surface the items you found.
Now aren't you glad you don't have taste buds?
Some seem to see you as just an extractor.
Yet in movies, your comic timing is beyond belief,
when your stuck on the face of a leading actor.
That you didn't quit your day job is a great relief.
Though everyone knows you on sight so well,
To be an unsung hero, seems to be your lot in life.
Taken out and plunged into porcelain hell,
Where only you would dare to dive.
So Plunger, Oh Toilet Plunger,
as we kneel here before the throne.
Let us sing out your praises,
well, maybe after we can stop these groans.
Entered in the contest: 2nd chance
Placement: 10th
Cheapskate perfume soils sweat-strapped ambience,
Crippled, choked extractor fan despair,
Palms dripping moisture cling to greased pale hips,
Swaying on the shag-pile threading bare.
Urgent urge to strip her body down, take her there,
Mercy straining leash-growling agony;
The desecrate of love, sweet picture perfect face,
Rigours of ******, ransack and obscenity.
Frenzied trespass of liquid rosebud lips,
Seed shot trails upon her florid loveliness,
Eyes blind with seminal cataracts,
Rampage of a penile-bred excess.
Sick and stupid, strangled cupid,
Neck wrung until the lifeblood cools,
Discard of carcase and damn the morrow's judgement,
A king of fools whom Caligula rules.