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no mind for losing face
chalk and cheese and
white bread, black coffee
we did not make it through without the grind
no softer thrill
to tempest of ill will
fair enough to say we've had our time
I do suppose we could romance the ghost
reminisce on those days gone by
but I for one would sooner be gone
who of them can say we did not try?
there is no time, there is no space
I have no mind for losing face
no one is at fault,
blame will not be cast
regardless of how guilty we might feel
many futures past
nothing seems to last
forever is the notion most unreal
we could be strong enough to carry on
getting better the same way we got sick
all fates are sealed, th' dirty dogged deal
no-one here gets away with it
there is no time, there is no space
I have no mind for losing face
I've paid my dues
I didn't come to lose
dismissing ev'ry lesser victory
plenty came and went
some were heaven sent
an' possibly meant no harm to me
braver hearts will fly, whereas mine can but try
to weather, come what may, rain or shine
with heavy head, I put my dreams to bed
and begin my freefalling decline
there is no time, there is no space
I have no mind for losing face
no mind for losing face
no mind for losing face
Tell me masters of cringe
Should we suffer so long
Practising what you preach
Can’t you make it alone?
That will be fair enough
If you do what you say
Never mind a good laugh
You’re a joke anyway
You’re the masters of cringe
And you never retire
Your warlords on a binge
Setting buildings on fire
People want you to die
But the God says oh no
I don’t want these old guys
Strutting out at my show
They are devil’s concern
But the Devil says nay
They’re too stinky to burn
I shall kick them away
Back to where they belong
To that muddy old soil
Where they’ll drown all alone
In the puddle of oil.
I remember the rumble
It seemed so distant at first, a whisper in this urban jungle
No one seemed to notice it
There was no proof,no broken glass, no fires lit
I remember the sound of it
It was like a earthquake that moved the entire continent of consciousness
While keeping everything in place
Our morals and ethics drifted further away
As we ran our rat race
I remember the thought of it
The pocket watch of tension winding us up
Unable to see who it is winding
People begin to shout, act out, and cut up
As if they were out of timing
I remember the feeling of it
Bit by bit we became disjointed from one another
No longer anointed, we quickly moved to strike down a brother
A sister, a mother, a child. We forever will walk that green mile
Yet somehow do it all with an Instagram smile
I remember the taste of it
Hypocritically bitter with a hint of lemon
As the clean rights of women get trampled and hidden
Plato's guardians only protect themselves
Those of the wealthy and those who will never tell
I remember the smell of it
Was that tear gas, a train crash, or just normal pollution?
We smell our bottled water before we drink it, hoping its the solution
Like paper mache plaster on this ecological disaster we call home
If we pay enough money, maybe we can live in a dome
I remember the sight of it
Now undeniable, issues too big to make just one liable
Its too big to fail, but not fair enough to be viable
Violence is common language, truth is in disrepair
Illusion tasty like candy, vying to be our next heir
Yet I remember
At first they came for them, and we said nothing
We became divided and chided the idea of one house of something
Where everyone is community, strangers and enemies too
All we have left now is fragments of the new rule
And the rumble. Can you hear it?
Some say love draws us near?
Fair enough, I guess – I'm happily married.
But fear rules the day on a much larger scale,
the magnetic completion of opposites, making
for wholes – the undeniable physics of greater society
which can't seem to break its grating bonds –
Do we fear more the dark, or that which
light exposes in us?
Many admittedly buying and selling nearness, for temporary
safety or appeasement. Magnetism!?
The differing poles of fear and
love...hate and love – up comes
down – in, an out process – God and
his man.... Oh were love a dominant
constant, permeating all society,
at all times!
Seeming, more often, outside of
theology and poetry, a myth of
the failed heart...a grade less,
necessitating the attractive quality
of heaven and hell –
I stopped for a cup at the local all-nighter
I'm a regular there. I'm the "poetry writer".
You'll always find the occasional hack,
The delinquents, the addicts, that hang in the back.
A drifter, a grifter, disenchanted and surly
All nameless faces, except the waitress named Shirley
I throw her a line, she throws me a sign
Our usual "Hi, how are you?"
Then step to the bar, put a ten in her jar,
She's divorced and the mother of two.
She looks out of place with her ribbons and lace
She's polite, friendly and kind
But make no mistake, she bites like a snake
With a switchblade tongue, razor fine.
They're busy tonight and I need to write
She brings my black coffee to go
Says, "I'll give you this, you give me a kiss
And that will be all that you owe."
A kiss on the lips for ten dollar tips
That sounds fair enough to me
Besides, she's pretty, got big titties
And gives me my coffee for free.
Daniel Turner
She has an incredible beauty!
Totally talented but an exceptionally goofy!
Her skin isn’t fair and that’s what I mostly like!
She’s not faking it and that’s why she is liked.
She sometimes gets teased by bunch of guys.
She doesn’t care because she’s a rare spice!
She is someone who knows how to sketch,
Her wildest dreams can be drawn in a simple scratch.
She isn’t fair enough but she lightens my day!
Cheerful eyes of her are smiling and that I must say.
She’s a good friend of anyone,
She values friendship like her most precious one.
One thing that I love about her is her sincerity,
She initiates to do things with love and prosperity.
Some may call her black because she isn’t fair.
Her heart is as white as those clouds of His care.
Form:
[An offering for fans of Dean Martin... or not. More or
less to the tune of ‘That’s Amore’ (not the ‘In Napoli’ bit),
this is the cleaned up version of an unprintable original.
In UK ‘Old Fellow’ is a euphemism for... let’s just call it
man’s best friend.]
***
Big long fish in the sea
Eight foot long and wriggly
That's a Moray
Well I pooped in my trunks
It was biting off chunks
That's a Moray
First it bit my thing
My ding a ling a ling
People on the scene
Heard me bellow
This big fish just bit me
And it swam away with my old fellow
Then I heard someone squeal
That big fish was an eel
That's a Moray
Then they bought me a skirt
To conceal where I hurt
Fair enough
Well, I gave it a whirl
Living life as a girl
But no more, eh?
’Cause I went down the pub
For a flirt and some grub
That’s amore
See , this bloke wandered by
With that look in his eye
That’s amore
He said hey babe what’s yours
Slipped his hand down my drawers
That’s amore?
But he felt quite a chump
As he fondled my stump
End of soirée
Had a tear in my eye
At his hasty bye bye
That’s amore
I learned electronics
Made some bionic bits
That’s amore
Ladies squeal with delight
When I ‘stay up’ all night
They’re in love
And they all ask of me
Is that whole thing for me
That’s...
A Moray
But I’ll write nothing more
As I think this has gone...
...Far enough.
??????GASTON GLOCK THE GUNSMITH GOES HOME??????
Gaston Glock, the genius gunsmith,
The gun guy behind mysterious myth
And the groundbreaking Glock handgun,
Produced the glock gun but now gone.4
What a grand grandeur idea granulated.
Gaston Glock's genius granted
Global gunmen gleaming & grinning.
Gaston Glock's gone yet gun's glocking.8
Glock's groundbreaking forever glocks,
Gifting us a great gift worth a million bucks.
He deftly designed the dependable gun,
As the dawn of gunning & ghostlighting begun.
But Glock's groundbreaking handgun
Became an instrument in the wrong hands.
Killers, dealers, smugglers & gun gangs
Gaining guts to gun down with the glocks.¹6
Gaston Glock's Guns, granting guardians
Great gallantry, and turning them into villians.
Gang guardians guard against grim gangs.
Conversely, Glock's guns generate grief,
Granting gunmen gruesome glory relief.²¹
But Glock's genius glocks gave mankind defence
Against godforsaken gunmen & misdemeanours.
Gaston Glock's great gift gave guts
To pull the trigger when danger flickers,²5
Glock's gun became reliable defence, fair enough.
Gaston Glock gave a great gun gift that's tough.
At age 94, he passed away blazing glocks,
Leaving a legacy that'll last farther than all the nooks.²?
In memory of Gaston Glock, the founder and producer of the glock handgun.
Rest In Peace ?????????
??????Vick Manuel Poetry??????
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 28th December 2023.
"Absence makes the love grow"
Absence grows love?
grows love??
Okay but what is what is absence?
Fair enough
But surely, if
In love will grow
Does that mean that
The lover loves the lovee more when the lovee is not in e
eyeshot
and earshot
and noseshot
and mouthshot
and even tongueshot?
Surely not but hmmm
...then what?
Perhaps the statement's truth lies in the fact that
Pain brought about by wanting to
be even a foot closer to her
hear her gentle chuckle
be....there
Seems sweeter than the pain of her being in my life
Clearly making me sadistic but I know that this "sad" will
not "stic" around forever
Like a donkey being led on with a apple as time goes by ,
Your
desperate
desperate
desire to indulge in it's sweetness only seems to grow
However I desire not only the sweetness of the apple , I too don't mind experiencing the
Bitterness
Hardness
Sourness
I REALLY DONT CARE.
I JUST NEED MY APPLE.
So perhaps I should allow to do its thing
Guess my mind will continue to ironically...spiral mindlessly
Guess my fingers will have to wait for the day I see them to get shake uncontrollably
Guess my arms will continue to not be 'arm'ed with her warm embrace
Guess my smile will have to wait to conquer my face , even when her presence ismiles away
Guess my lips will remain dry, not being moistened by hers
And that's okay.
Because the of marks the end of the in my heart.
But theres only one way to find out,
Right?
The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams
Cries of pain that are locked into their souls
Evil twistfate deals aches and screams
Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe
In the trap, feels like stuck in of eternity madness
Hands are not chained but mind is unclear
Hidden away from the world today within darkness crying
Nightmares of life's perils strike deep irons hotly burns
Blowing with the wind, flying a hurricane
Shamelessly all trying to live from day to day
Frozen ice frosting bites cold deeds creeps inside scars
Slowly from the scrapyard of life's twisted metal crushed
They cried many tear, tears of hope - wanted life to last
But life was not fair enough as the remains lay deeply covered
Unraveling out savagery of an animal cold cutting steel beast cursed
Piercing howls forgiving the past in order to be redeemed blessed
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 20.01.2015 -
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