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(Foreword: don’t know the score elsewhere, but the UK has a rule of six... which is the number of people who can gather as a group. Unless they’ve changed it... again).
My sister, my brother, my father, my mother
Came round Christmas Eve and we chose to stay in
We sat round the table with old auntie Mabel
She’s slightly unstable but always brings gin.
About half past seven to Jesus in heaven
We said a wee prayer then we drank until late
But thanks to the drinking, we weren’t really thinking
And some bloody fool lit a fire in the grate
With much drunken banter we talked about Santa
At midnight we all heard a sound on the roof
But with no sin in me, I called up the chimney
Don’t send Rudolph down or he’ll get a burnt hoof
Then out from the ashes poor Santa Claus dashes
And patted the burns where the fire had licked
Then there was a din and the door was kicked in
The cop said that’s seven and you lot are nicked
I once dated a pilot …
We both had our head in the clouds
Our relationship lead to a lot of turbulence -
I guess it never really got off the ground!
I once dated a glazier…
He thought I would be putty in his hands
But I could see right through him…
He was constantly smashed
I once dated an undertaker…
He knew he had stiff competition
I couldn’t cope - he was always ‘coffin’ when he picked me up in his hearse
He had no sense of humour in fact he was dead boring
I once dated an angler
The thought he was a real catch…
But the scales soon fell from my eyes
As he was obsessed with his flies
I once dated a footballer
He thought he could score with me
Told me he had great tackle…
But it was just a load of balls
I once dated a fishmonger…
He thought he was cod’s gift to women
He invited me back to his plaice…
Where I found out he was really a cold fish
Submitted to 101 poems in a row
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15th April 2016
I have lived in your Life — once before —
A whisper — through your Door —
A Shadow bent upon the Chair —
That was — and is — not There.
I knew your Breath — before your Mouth —
I touched the Sun — by going South —
And in your Gaze — a Window shone —
To prove — what I had always known.
The Years — cannot divide the Thread —
Nor Silence — hide the Words — unsaid —
The Pulse remembers — though the Vein —
Denies the Music — once again.
I have Lived — in your Life — before —
I will — when Time admits — once more —
Beyond the Grave — or Clouded Door —
Eternity — repeats the Score.
Yeah, I’m eighty years old and still got life to go,
Cannot wait to see what’s up ahead to know,
My hair is gray and I walk kind of slow,
More content than if I had a bank full of gold.
Have had opportunities to study and grow,
Crossed America from shore to shining shore,
But thirst for more in life isn’t in limbo,
Experience and knowledge have pled to do more.
Fortunate to have surpassed my ten and three score,
Don’t plan to stop until there is breathe no more,
Just cannot believe how fast life has flown,
Another flicker and the balance will be gone.
All my misdeeds and failings have been forgiven,
There is hope for me beyond the horizon,
Pray God’s grace see me on, may it be so,
For I’m eighty years old and still have life to go.
Once there was me in an old blue shirt,
He noticed me when I got so much dirt.
I was imperfectly looking great in my own grace,
You are so perfect enough to stain my timid place.
I’m flawlessly high and you’re so not
Are you insecure because you’re a rugged knot?
I'm seeing your face with your troop of skanks,
You throw hard rocks on me when I'm at your back.
Faking your smile is little bit horrendous,
Making you novel is incredibly tremendous.
I'm deliberately well and you're trying it hard,
You're just insecure because you can never be a bard.
Hit the ground when you saw my imperfection,
You missed respect and want a strong insurrection.
I’m not stooping down into your shallowness,
Playing your foolish games is not my happiness.
How can an evil look so angelic when he’s in crowd?
He’s insecure you know because he can never be so loud.
It’s infamy when he says he’s everything,
I just know the score that he was only cheating.
You portray a gruesome look on your face,
I’m not frightened to hit it using with my white shoe lace,
Have you realized that we’re not on the same page?
Stop such insecurity because it will be your useless sage.
Form:
They sway to a waltz in each others arms
inhaling the scent of their partners charms
In passionate moves upon the dance floor
to gentle romantic musical score.
‘Twas her first taste of an amorous dance
they had only just met by happen chance
She blushed crimson as their hearts beat as one
beneath the glitter ball her brown eyes shone.
The music faded as he kissed her hand
then softly whispered he thought she was grand
And said if she was to be here next week
he would be sweeping her right off her feet.
She was walking on air on the way home
reliving the dance in the moonlight roam
Sweet special moments in time to treasure
that will live on in her heart forever.
My house up on the hill overlooking the brook
With a spectacular look
He will appreciate what awaits
On the other side of the gate
My little angel thinks our house is the first-rate
That it was our fate that brought us to this special place
To begin our life free of sin as we can hardly contain are grin
To stop and take it all in
Between the view and what I have shared with you
It's clear to see why this makes us so happy to see
The way our love has grown up to be
The most beautiful place for me
Is a home full of love, and respect
That affects all the beautiful things going off inside of me
To ask God for any more would undermine this awesome score
When in the beginning we were so poor
The only way I will ever leave
Is when God takes my last breath from me
We have weaved our story in all of God’s glory
Because of the choices, we made long ago
This is why we both know our love will grow strong enough to last
The woods are what makes all of this so special wild and free
Miles of memories that we made along the way
We will never let them fade away
As we pray to God and thank Him for such a heavenly place
Where you can see the angels play on any given day
I just hope that God picked out a spectacular view
From upon a hill overlooking a brook with that spectacular look
That we have come to know
All things are possible when you have the right flow
We come to know God who will save our soul
GARGANO CRIME FAMILY CONTINUES TO CONTROL RACKETEERING MURDER AND MAYHEIM FROM THE ITALIAN MAFIA IN AMERICA UNDER THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MILWAUKEE CIRO GARGANO CONTROLLING GOVERNMENT OFFICES EXTORTION BEING SWEPT UNDER MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI OVER THE MAFIA ARSON MURDERS RESULTING IN THE CAR BOMB IGNITING MY SKULL ARSON MURDER OF NINE PERSONS LITERALLY MASS MURDERS THE SHEER BULLYING INTIMIDATION FROM GAMBINO CRIME FAMILY SENDING ME THREATS FROM JOHN GOTTI JR. ENFORCERS ATTEMPTING TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY TO FEED INTO ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS FROM JAMAICA RESULTING IN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD JAY JHORE JOHNSON HER MOTHER TONI PERPUTRATING IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY SPACE THREATENING MY MILITARY FAMILY HERE IN AMERICA SENDING ENFORCERS FROM PUGLIA ITALY TO CONTROL THE AMERICAN MAFIA AFTER CIRO GARGANO MADE HIS BONES WITH THE ANTHONY BIERNAT MURDER IN WISCONSIN WHILE CIRO STILL CONTROLS THE MILWAUKEE MAFIA THE GAMBINO FAMILY COLLECT A PRETTY PENNY FROM ALL THE FAMILIES THEE SHEER EXTORTION ATTEMPT OF MY AMERICAN POETRY HERE IN AMERICA I NEVER DREAMED MY DISABLED WRITING WOULD BE SCORE FOR THE MAFIA BIG GIANT POWERHOUSES TRYING TO EXTORT MY POETRY ABOUT MY PANIC ATTACKS AFTER SURVIVING WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI GETTING CIRO GARGANO MAFIA CRIME BOSS PRISON TIME CUT HE ACTUALLY GATHER HIGH RANKING ASSOCIATES TO IGNITE A CAR BOMB INTO MY FACE FINALLY EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO LAUNDER THE MILWAUKEE DRUG STASH AND SEVERAL HIGH RANKING JAMAICAN CARTEL
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Food, ale, smoke, sleep, and solitude—
these are the things which I live for.
Provide for me lamb barbecued,
and I'll demand of you no more!
O lovely lass, whatsoever's the matter—
why so downtrodden and alone?
Be not vexed, if you feel so much fatter
than most, dear, for we love our own.
Sweet lass, let me tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd chase you for your gorgeous asset.
But as I am three-score and ten
years old with wife not dead, then never
could I be your white knight with steed.
So have hope, lass! For time, however,
in its fullness will meet your need.
Form:
It is a fine day to laze in the grass
And to think about that beautiful lass.
Her pretty eyes are lit with laughing fire
And she fills me with impassioned desire.
Alas, in this green field I cannot stay.
I must rise and go and be on my way.
Hardships behind and many to the fore.
How far must I go to settle the score?
It may be long and long ere I get home,
For far and far life has lead me to roam.
Time and time I have studied to go there
And day and day drink in familiar air.
I stand and pick up my gun and my pack,
Setting my feet to the long winding track.
Will she be there when I am home again?
Or, will I have to find another, then?
A man is not a man when he observes
His nation attacked and himself reserves.
He must make a strong stand against evil,
Or see all destroyed in the upheaval.
I may lose too much as an absentee,
But this is for those who come after me
I want their future to be free from fear
And have the kind of life I hold so dear.