Long Deary Poems
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Goodness gracious me,
How can it be,
The ant leader
Posted that by decree,
I was a traitor,
And he
Would pass punishment
I could foresee
What was in store
Had to sit and steady my
Nerves with beer shandy.
It was a very hot day,
Thirty-eight degrees centigrade,
We were not by the sea,
But it was easy you see,
To keep cool
By the pool
Sitting on a high stool
With a beer shandy
In my hand,
Listening to the hotel’s
Resident band!
My phone rang,
It was my friend from Greece,
She was sending me a
Winter jacket made
Out of sheep fleece,
Oh don’t tease
Me please.
We talked for just
Under an hour
Said goodbye,
Went back to my beer shandy,
Life was just dandy.
But oh deary me the ants
Wanted to avenge
And take revenge
On me, as I picked up my
Glass of beer shandy,
Something seemed odd
I took a gulp from my glass,
And involuntarily forced
To expel the contents
From my mouth,
Hundreds of ants were floating
Dying, peeing, spitting
It was most distressing,
In my drink, I felt faint,
But practiced restraint,
Didn’t want the ants to
Know that I was dizzy
Even my hair was standing
On end and became frizzy
These industrious ants
Had set a trap
Determined to get back
At me for telling humans
About their plot to rule
Planet Earth, their leader Raoul
At the ready, creeping
And crawling
And nipping
Away at my flesh.
Doom spray I screamed
Please spray them all
Let them all die and fall,
I had to tell of their plan,
The world had to be prepared,
And their secret shared,
They began scurrying
And fleeing
From the spray, but muttering
Their real revenge was close,
They would be huge, and chew
Us up and spit us out, use
Us for fertilizing their gardens
And as for me,
I would be spat out constantly
And would regenerate daily,
So I was doomed,
They promised to keep
A wary eye on me,
Oh well perhaps I could emigrate
But they had this in mind,
Devious little monsters,
They would then immigrate
And join with other ants
From around the globe.
I would never be
Off the hook
For them I was a real
Baddie, a criminal, traitor
And crook,
Determined to expose
Theirs superpowers
To this planet,
And perhaps many others.
Late at night, in the secret chamber far apart
A valiant knight, stands there, put his hand on his heart:
“With this ring, I plight unto thee my troth till death!”
She’s slumbering, the damsel in distress. Her breath
Divinely lovely, her rosy lips, they beguile
The fiery lordly, leave him, with the sweetest guile.
Deep within his bosom, dulcet sounds beat quicker,
Lambent eyes blossom, red face betrays his fever:
“Fair lady, why sleepest thou? Rise out of thy sleep
O deary, cast me not away, nor let me weep.
Awake thee, beauteous maiden! Awake! Arise!
I prithee, let me see thine orbs, before sunrise!
In woe and pain, I suffer from like no other.
I ache all o'er again, and I can no longer
Tarry here, abashèd by thy fleshly body.
Harken ere I succumb to thy charming beauty…”
After months of waiting, I kneel beside the bed
And fingering, at the blonde hair about thine head:
“Princess, how dark the darkness of Abyss must be…
Blessed be my last favor! In love with none but thee”
Nigh to thy visage, my late outrage to the realm;
—Thy lips I kiss for ages!—Into Heaven’s whelms,
I fall apace… How long this fantasia will last?
Till my Grace behold mine eyes, for a long time past.
In mine arms, thou shall awake or remain this way!
If thou fallest under the charm, avarice pays…
From ecstasy to agony—The deathly kiss—
There rests no heavier calamity, than this…
Countless minutes goes by, since my lips are on thine
Thus, I die! In death my lips thou sealest… decline…
But I care not… Thou art mine! How happy I am!
Thy tongue is so hot… what a delectable jam…
My lips are sealèd on thine!—Sempiternal kiss!—
On the morrow, after and beyond, I beseech:
“Fantasy not about the others! I’ll never
Let them slake their thirst, drink thine heavenly water…
Thy sole lover I am! Forever and ever!
And ‘till never sever, our link for another.”
I wish that somewhere, in the far distant future
I could meet with her, go back on an adventure.
My shape may change may be, but be sure, by my troth:
“My love will never cease to be.” I pray for both…
Frog Adventures - journey always continues - A Collaboration
The Frog lands on earth smiling
Nothing has changed In mirror reflections
Bearing gifts from his mission on Mars
He met the cow who jumping over the moon
On the milky way he lay back rocking thoughts
Upon the moons' smile on a beautiful memory
Laughing having fun In warm joy
When lightning struck
Striking a beautiful tune sings out
Watching the dish elope with the spoon
Crying It looks like the cat Is playing the fiddle
Sadly tugging heart strings the temperature drops
Every which way swaying lost
One craft on this ocean a ghost ship
Into a shadow horizon
I sail to you In light of the moon
Are you sure? That Is not quite the story of the Frog that seamen tell. He lost all his gifts when he fell Into the sea. This Is the way seamen tell It.
Captain Jamie Lee Is at the wheel the ghost ship was the Dramallach Raven
A fine upstanding bunch of pirate lads not one of them was a craven
Now out of the corner of his eye Jamie Lee did spy
Something strange and he almost gave a startled cry
A Frog fell Into the sea small and green
Frog overboard He did lustily cry his eyes sharp and keen
The mate threw over the line and then to crews surprise
A little green frog holding a brollie stood before their eyes
This little Frog lifted up and placed on the poop deck
A poor little fellow he was and he looked quite a wreck
It was then Mr. Frog noticed Jamie Lee was a ghost
And he turned white and lean Instead of being green
As he sat shaking looking up at his host
"Now Mr. Frog what will I do with you oh deary me
Bash you on the head then off with your legs and have you for my tea"
Don't panic, didn't happen, just a bit of ghostly pirate humour there. There were no Frogs harmed In the making of this poem. Now, where was I? oh yes.......
"Now Mr. Frog what will I do with you oh deary me
I think we'll take you back to Ireland across the briny sea"
A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.
Well some they say though straight or gay
Get fun from innuendo
While others wait ‘til dark
To get their kicks outside your window
Some do the deed without a sound
Some labour in the dark
While others roars would wake the dead
Some sing out like a lark
Variety’s the spice of life
And while there’s a great selection
We’ve all been screwed from time to time
At every new election
There’s watersports and bondage
There’s even golden showers
Beware though not to mix the two
Or you’ll stay wrapped up for hours
Some wear a mask with eye-holes
Or some dangerous protrusion
Some sport a tail or riding crop
While lost in their delusion
Some women favour veggies
To chippies sparks or plumbers
They relish every celery stick
Or juicy green cucumbers
There’s tales that tell of fishermen
Quite partial to a skate
Though fond of fish I always was
I prefer mine on a plate
Some wrap up like an onion
For fear their skin is showing
While some rush in all fingers and thumbs
With boobs and buttocks glowing
There are those without a conscience
Who swear they’re not the owner
Oh deary me it had to be
Someone elses *****
Though some would up and go all night
Some finish in a minute
While others just the thought alone
Would push them past their limit
While girls dress up as men
And Lads like Cinderella
It takes a little work sometime
To tell female from fella
Uniforms are common place
Considered rather arty
A sturdy pair of coppers cuffs
Are the rave at swingers parties
There’s beads and balls and bangles
They may become a habit
And a whirling whirring weapon
They call the Rampant Rabbit
When picking out a present
For your partners Xmas box
Have Duracell a plenty
In her little Xmas socks
So while sex it has its ups and downs
Even Daniel would agree
It’s a sure fire cure for unwanted frowns
And it beats a cup of Tea
Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you
Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing
Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good cheers for the wealthy few
Ducky Little Donald beaky wacky-quacky curse caroling
Ebony epithets, Latino canina lobs, Palestinian and Muslim sobs
Freeze the Access Holly Would frame, hear the locker room talk
Get smart, dummies ... Populist Idol adored by Wall Street snobs
Hate not the playa, love the con: Eraserheads don’t need no chalk
Incense of Uranium burning, napalm is pissy incendiary to touch
Jingling cash registers be jiggling twin money-makers below and above
Kiss the ring of the Don, you poor stiffs ... just don’t ask for much
Let not the blue chips, white gems and red jewels make you a begging fool
Make the payments on time, or he break your legs with loan sharky love
No Festivus is complete without the test of strength Labor Party feats
O, deary me, Hercules Putin is cancelling from the main event
Proof is compromising truth, we don’t eat no tainted Trump red meat
Questionable straight partners sexually, fake news getting bent
Risque business dealings, tiptoe thru the financial tulip inquiries
Stake your illegit claim, skim a little off the top ... fattening grifter butt
Take a little less scrutiny, a lot more thievery ... no legal worries
Ultimate year end declaration: Shed that slothful image of a Jabba Hutt
Vacant morality, rampant gluttony ... gotta do what the lust belly says
Wiggle weight-loss room is minimal, doing the right thing is optional
*** expose, another failed marriage on the way ... oh, happy dog days
Young bacon tenders is ripe for old Porky Pig, innocence is so sellable
Zinc adulating is the best White holiday blues lip service Rudy brown-nosers do
I Don't Want to Live This Life
(Change of pace equals review of book
long out of circulation,
but eyes experience immediate hook
so perhaps...take a look
and best locate a cozy nook).
Authored by Debbie
Spungen early 1980's,
yours truly doth recommend
perhaps Facebook
message I will send
whose person I would
be eager to befriend
cuz, title of poem by me,
and book written, sans arduous
motherhood to contend
by above (now octogenarian) gal,
a pitched battle blend
of brute confessional honesty,
and maternal love,
yet heaven forfend,
such sacrifice after gleaning
(of... course add in mix amidst end
of post World War II establishment,
viz hippie revolution number 9)
now only praise, aye absolutely commend
dubble "NOT FAKE" grueling
tale of emotional survival
during anti war
counter cultural trend
insert flaps did bend
immediate curiosity as
spurious hours to expend
choice of reading material,
thus found this bookworm
trying to comprehend
analogous taming wild animal
hence, engrossed many hours on end
today sunday February 17th, 2019
since birth Nancy Spungen the
firstborn and utter archfiend,
whose decade long trajectory,
yet to complete reading
harrowing story til the bloody end,
where near total
mortal kombat doth descend
how young mom stayed sane
one can only applaud and defend,
the monster birthed
from doting parents,
as both key figures
appeared to extend
more patience than Job,
mebbe wounds will never mend
unfortunate unbearable task
since day one did portend
a downward spiral, each day and night
for twenty orbits of Earth round sun
surviving family members
punishing trial may forever
garner kudos to legend
deary selflessness still
cost steep psychological stipend.
Remain arguments focus on the future
Worst case not yet real what suits ya
economic decline like 2008 9
hand over control to be wealthy
who controls your wealth
must be mentally unhealthy
until bad times please
I plead help me
hand out freebies
yeah that’s wealthy
don't need to make our laws
let some unknown
like all history before
dictators the best time's shown
zoning in on potential benefits
unknowing the hell could hit
Potential benefits, could be couldn’t
assured it would be why wouldn’t it
seeking selfish gain
a pawn in the EU game
becoming a subject
they fought wars too reject
yeah we could fund other countries development
history tells us we shouldn’t be confident
dream versions of what the EU could become
in reality stalled, just begun
always theorise the EU on the rise
improving while Britain declines,
True EU progress a tortoise
no legs or eyes, shelled assuredness
True youth unemployment rise
drops in productivity not faultless
no action taken no planned delivery
remain have the thoughts "best"
if best means deluded blindly
remove Germans and the EU bye byes
Remains unseen hanging in there theory
but all the worst Brexit sites they eye up clearly
selective correctness bigot oh deary
As though Britain sits unconnected
unskilled crumbled with no sun
and the Brexit hit will have sunk never sprung
One sided minds telling Leave “dumb”.
Remainers remind me a wheel
will you get your head out you're getting ill
Here's to....
Here' s to the times I've felt elated
Here's to the times I've had emotions deflated...
Every passing moment has always been a worthy opponent...
Not everything is crystal clear
Maybe thats what had caused the fear...
Troubles I've overcome
Triumphant I've won....
Honest I'll be cause thats not how its always been...
Days existed when the heart and mind felt defeated...
Nights passed by with drops of cry....
Just when things seem worse...
There is an amazing will within that doesn't want to have an outburst.....
Just an optimistic force and power I've adored...
Dwelling within my conscience when it was once bored....
Nah!!!..its not always easy...
Gets the better of you at times....
Failures I've had..
Frustration I've known...
Impatient I was...
Coz I didn't want to be torn....
Then there's that sudden voice ....
It whispers sweet advice ...
Distinguishes what you were and what you are...
Gives you great hope owing to what will be...
But guess what...U gotta make sure you hear that voice...
Try not to let the unknown mute you within....
The unknown have never known you and never will...
But dear good soul...u have and always will....
Don't cloud your mind deary...
Your heart is trying its best not to break apart....
So here's to those times i've been lost and found...
Here's to the scary thoughts my mind has fought...
And here's to my heart to whose advice i stayed bound...
-VANESSA
"I Guess Mama warned that there'd be days like this,"
but what she had failed to mention was,
Its really just some deep abyss.
Swirling,
Black,
Devoid of any bliss.
Just a Cyst,
Never letting you forget,
Everything that you have missed.
The Devils kiss,(or dead mans hand)
"Ill tell you a story children,"
If you promise not to cry,
For this is my tradigic tale,
A Modern Lullaby.
About a girl so unhappy,
She just really longed to die.
But its ok Baby,
No need to shed no tears,
She wont be missed by anyone,
there's no one that thought her dear.
"Cause' in this life there are no fairytales,"
No "Happily Ever After"
There are:
No Dukes,
OR Dwarfs,
Or talking Mirrors,
there's no one to come and save you.
Now eat your apple,Deary,
Cause' the woodsmans on his way,
with nary a fairygod parent to come stand and block his way.
Cause' last I heard your prince got lost,
while riding in the wood,
but its ok,
at Grandma's house,
He met some new girl..with a hood.
"You Need your rest now Sleeping Beauty,"
For the clock is striking 12,
And No dream can last forever,
Like the prophecy fore-told.
Cause mice cant pull a carriage,
And all step-parents are right,
And shoe's made out of glass...
Come On!
"You really thought they'd last the night?!?"
"So go ahead and dream someday,"
your prince will surly come,
While I'll stay awake in the real world,
and know such thoughts are dumb.
Written by-Erin Anderson
Form:
Can you speak the language of love my love am lost
Am all empty inside without you my heart is lost
Remember the day you saw me and I Saw you
Our lives now like a pair of shoes am left you are right always
Lets take walks then and smile for miles
Inside our heart two in one lets not make a crack
Never should we hurt never should we spite
Everyone alone in the world but with you I never walk alone
Today I am missing you my love
Someday hope you will wipe my tears along with my doubt
Understand my fears forget am a man and a sinner
Master forgiveness the art of loving is a science
Annoy me sometimes just to tell how much I care its fine
Hundreds wish to be U and I yet nobody wants the rest of the vowels
Maybe you are doubting,maybe you are hurting
Kiss me by the lips let me taste your pain
Am all yours trust me you are the one I was made for
Must we be apart even when we are together?
Obviously not but the seconds without you to me are forever
Remember I do even if you don’t, understand why
I am yours and you are mine beware of thieves we shouldn’t lose each other
Irene my deary love
Remember the good times when bad is all you see
Envy the dead for they don’t feel jealousy though its necessary
Never give up on me always smile when you remember me love
Enjoy the dance even when we miss some steps