Long Chancer Poems
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Poetry is a calling
Like a moth to a flame, I cannot tear myself away;
I must look again, to see what I was blind to see when insane.
Sanity brings clarity; my eyes are wide open.
Let it all come from studious thoughts
And be written in poetry without reason.
Burn your history behind you, by telling your story;
Without you there is no me. To the end! Forward to glory!
Book up your ideas, in a non-idyllic life;
Cause pain, more forward, suffer pain and write.
Banish bygones to a memory of Hell;
Let all fall before the sword, inside books, under your spell.
Let passion shine through like a ray of sun;
Let no-one tell you to stop your writing, until you are done.
You know everything inside your enlightened mind;
So scars can no longer be formed, life cannot be taken. It’s alive!
Destiny is calling; do not ignore its call.
When words become power, we shall rule the world!
In a land of dis-placed people, searching for any answer,
The chancer takes his chances and the laughing boy becomes the fool.
Poetry is a gift, so embrace the peace, love and empathy within,
Because if you cannot sing or dance,
At least you can write something with meaning.
It is you who is doing this; it is they who wish to do it too.
It is a necessity; it is a thing you love;
You are no longer a Hu-
Man being on this land, you are immortalized.
You have risen up to a higher state of consciousness;
You have learned to fly.
Now you soar above the landscape
And roar out your words.
Let all who hear my call, roar with me,
For we are human no longer; we are birds,
We are fish, we are mammals, we are nature and the unseen.
We are writers, we are poets, we are in tune with everything.
We become something, to feel its thoughts;
We morph before your eyes.
We are constantly evolving;
We know just how it would feel, so we must write.
A calling to all;
You are what we have been waiting for.
Poetry is a calling;
You are an artist…so go show the world.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Too little
too late
God said to me
in this dream I had about fate
So I asked him
what did he expect,
A goody two shoes
a prophet
a saint
to be something I ain’t
Not at all he said
I want to be entertained
Eternity is boring
mostly people snoring
especially at night
and during the day on occasion
Look god! I walk around an
Amazon warehouse all day
pigeon-holing tat
picking this and that
How am I supposed to amuse you
Well I do enjoy you
breaking stuff on purpose
sabotaging the line
Bunking off for a smoke
going to the toilet
and drinking erm… doing coke
Ok hands up!
I admit
I’m a total chancer
and do stuff I shouldn’t
But it’s alright isn’t it
that Amazon place is full of s-hit
Yes it is a terrible kip
but more fun when you entertain
Like in your last job
listening to you lie
not taking the blame
asking me to help out
In your moment of doubt
All that stuff you stole
and barely got away with
on the whole
That was quite funny!
Oh the (paper and plastic) I gathered,
before selling it to the highest bidder
Throwing expensive stock out in the trash
The owner was a bastard
all things considered
a miserly swine
But nevermind
Thanks!
I did need a dig out that time
Hey! remember when I was aged about 7
and was told my pal went to heaven
Why did it happen
A year later walking to school with another kid
he was only 8
And that nut-job attacked us with a hammer
Put a hole in my friends head
The blood pumped in fountains of red
I thought he was dead
All the gore I’ve seen
witnessed a killing at 18
Trying to hold down an abattoir job in between
Yes! Life ain’t pretty by design
sometimes the stars just won’t align
Others times they go nova
and leave black holes behind
still you’ll never really understand
The powers in command
So how about this poem
Will it see me home
Does it amuse you
are we cool?
You’re still alive aren’t you!
By
David Kavanagh
I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
Straight up and down
I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
In a back street of the town.
I’d been drinking with this bird,
Said she was an exotic dancer\
But the way she was supping
I thought she was more a chancer.
I was quite surprised when
She handbagged me to the ground
Just because I suggested
It was time she bought a round.
She was a little upset,
Of that there was no doubt,
She toed me in the ribs
As she stormed out,
And this guy at the bar
Helped me off the floor
And normal service drinking
Resumed once more.
So we’re chatting at the bar
This young guy and me
And he told me about a place
That i just might like to see
So I’m stood outsde
Waving my wallet in the air
Just to prove I had the money
He said we’d need there
He made a quick grab
As he smacked me on the nose
And like a scared rabbit
He’s away off on his toes.
I chased him of course.
What did he expect?
What was surprising
Was what happened next.
He’s hiding behind a car
And he’s collapsed in tears;
I could hear his sobs
As I drew near.
I swear I didn’t touch him,
Not even one little whack,
Just stood there and glarrd
Until he gave my wallet back
.
And then the lesson
That had to be taught
If youre going to roll a squaddie
Don’t get caught;
So he made a contribution
Towards the next few drinks
Not exactly voluntarily
Now i come to think,
As I left him contemplating
His declined wealth
At least when I left him
He was in good health.
We even proposed him a toast
With the drinks he’d bought
Hoping he’d learnt
From the lesson he’d been taught.
I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
Straight up and down
But I made a profit from it
In a back street of the town
Written for all people who are sick of being treated badly. Particularly kind people like Lightworkers and Empaths.
If they don't appreciate your presence, you may need to teach them about your absence.
Everyone deserves to be treated with dignity, kindness and respect.
I'll be the one you'll miss
By Michelle Morris
22/11/2024
You say you're not trying to push me away
And yet your behaviour pushes me towards the door
You say that you don't need me
Yet it's oh so convenient when I help without being implored
Are you really that self-absorbed
That you don't see the warning signs?
Are you so ultra self-assured
That you think you'll get someone better in time?
I don't think you realise that
I'm one of the few who'd put up with you
All your strange behaviour
Mixed signals and little untruths
I had hoped that we'd become friends
But I guess I have my answer
I've just been wasting my time here
Being used because you're a chancer
You don't appreciate my presence
So I guess I'll teach you about my absence
You'll be wondering what the hell happened
When there's no one to deal with your lapses
And when you see me leave for good
Don't be surprised when your World crumbles
You'll no longer be under my protection
My Angel Light will be gone and you'll stumble
Don't feel sorry for yourself then
Because Karma can be a little mean
It's going to royally kick you down
Put you in your Cosmic place for real
And when you're down there in the Dirt
Or drowning in the Dark Abyss
Know this my fickle little man
That I'll be the one you'll miss
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Look to God full of Righteousness
seek His face for your answer
He brings relief to the distressful
full of sovereign love He's no chancer
Mankind you are so full of vanity
honour you disrespect lies are your fill
but know this the Lord loves the godly
for He hears my call being in His will
Sinfulness is a terrible thing don't do it
ponder and be silent deep in your heart
be sure to offer the correct sacrifice
then trust in the Lord that's the best part
So many say we can't see any good
but only the Lord can show His true light
I've joy in my heart filled to overflow
more than the world has with all their might
God gives me His perfect peace
so I can lie down so very still
for God alone is my rock
safely dwelling in Him so brill!
(Psalm 4 (ESV)
Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness!
You have given me relief when I was in distress.
Be gracious to me and hear my prayer!
O men, how long shall my honour be turned into shame?
How long will you love vain words and seek after lies?
But know that the Lord has set apart the godly for himself;
the Lord hears when I call to him.
Be angry, and do not sin;
ponder in your own hearts on your beds, and be silent.
Offer right sacrifices,
and put your trust in the Lord.
There are many who say, “Who will show us some good?
Lift up the light of your face upon us, O Lord!”
You have put more joy in my heart
than they have when their grain and wine abound.
In peace I will both lie down and sleep;
for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. )
Susie's pet name was Wanda-zilla
and hailed from jungles near Manila.
Her poetry was swill
so to pay all her bills
she did strip shows for native gorillas.
She went to merry old U.K.
To make more money stripping all day.
When folks voted for Brexit
they meant Susie must exit
to get rid of the smell right away.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Susie looked like an ugly gorilla
A cousin of that monster Godzilla
With flaccid pink lips
And wobbly fat hips
She appeared on the video ‘Thriller’
The director who chose her that day
Said Don’t put on your make up today” …
With no mask on your face
You won’t look out of place
And your dance moves will blow folks away”
Susie then thought she’d found the answer
She’d work as a naked pole dancer
But not one man would pay
They said please go away …
Put your clothes back on you fat chancer!
BY JAN ALLISON
Wanda-zilla is a great name for ugly, Susie
Always batting her eyes like a low-life floozy
Painted lips on a gorilla
Looking like Phyllis Diller
As a pole dancer she must've been a doozy
BY LIN LANE
Godzilla saw her and stole her away
I think he wanted to toy with her play
but she put up a fight
all through the night
and insisted that she had to stay
BY MYSTIC ROSE
She seductively ate a banana with zeal
But that day it just got too real
In her ugly mouth
It all went south
Her and a banana without appeal!
BY ROGERPAT ADAMS
Dear Judy:
As I scrolled anxiously through my inbox, flipping through needless letters, hoping for an answer,
I suddenly realized that out of all the emails Ms. Blume receives, I was taking an awful heck of a chancer.
And soon enough, there at the top of the pile, there it was: An email from Judy Blume.
My face lit up like a match to a lighter, and I beamed a great big smile, shining brighter than the fullest of the "blooming" full moons.
Full of inspiration for my being a compassionate writer, and much knowledge gifted from her to me for my being able to succeed,
The brilliant Ms. Judy Blume had surely given me all the information I would need.
And soon enough, before the blink of an eyeball, here I am now, signing autographs, and at last, giving all the advice I can possibly afford to give in this competitive literary market, to younger students than me, I am now using the quote that Judy Blume secretly told me:
Read, read, read and write, write, write.
And now, from the dear Judy Blume, to me, I wish you all a good night.
(Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life – Poetry Contest) 8/24/16
If I find myself within a crowd
My mind drifts away, this room is too loud.
To any of the people I rarely hold a feeling
I shut them out, I'd rather look at the ceiling.
I never mean to hurt or disrespect
I know sometimes it has this effect.
Within my mind I feel most at home
Every bit of information stays stuck in my dome.
My mind can't be stopped like the rain or the thunder
I'm in fantasy land, I'm always at wonder.
What, where,when, why, who and how
Should I really be eating this cow.
A billion questions that rarely get an answer
I'm not an Einstein nor am I a chancer.
The purpose of my existence i been trying to find
I know the answer is locked in my mind.
Down with the demons into the dark obis
A lesser man couldn't do this.
I have the strength within my heart
To pull me out to where I did start.
They had me trapped with the things I did crave
I've broken free I'm no longer their slave.
My eyes are wide open my mind is now free
The bigger picture I'm starting to see.
This world is nothing but a Truman Show
Everyone is watching you must know.
Judgement day will come to use all
I sit and wonder if I will fall.
The medic said lie on the couch
She swabbed my cervix , I said OUCH
It's checking for cancer
So I can’t be a chancer
For cervical smears I can vouch
I lay there with my legs akimbo
Butt naked I feel like a bimbo
My hubby needn’t fear
It’s just a routine smear
Not nookie with Peter or Jimbo
I think its's a total outrage
Girls are denied smears due to age
If detected early
It could have saved Shirley
And youngsters like Amber and Paige
In England cervical smears are offered to women aged 25 to 64. Personally, I think the age should be reduced as women in their early 20's have died as they have been deemed too young for a cervical smear screening. Whilst the test is uncomfortable it only takes a few minutes to be done and it could save young lives
* Third stanza added 01/15/22 -The names Shirley fitted the rhyme scheme and I've read about Paige Hart who was diagnosed with cancer aged 24. I've been made aware of Amber's Law and fully support the change of age to 18.
https://amberslaw.org/about-us/
https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/9952172/woman-cervical-cancer-25-smear-test
01/14/22
I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true
I then begin to question, was it even written by ‘you’
If I google a few lines it will give me the answer
You’ve been caught red handed – you were a chancer
I just want to read poems that I’ve never read before
If I find stolen work I won’t read ‘yours’ any more
Why claim words from another writer, as it is a crime
You’ll never find stolen words in any poem of mine
Part 1 posted on soup 7th February 2015
Part 2 ...
To obtain contest glory and gong
You stole another's words, it's so wrong
Plagiarism is vile
You've done it quite a while
I’m hoping this is your swan song
Hollander died aged eighty three
So tell me how could it be
His work’s here on soup
‘you’ wrote it – that’s poop
Soup booted this fraud speedily!
Sadly the culprit has once again been posting stolen work soup even entering it for contests, thanks to eagle eyed souper's he has been removed once more.
30th December 2019