Small people think big, big people don't!
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The frog jumps in the pond, the toad thinks, "why break the silence"?
Silence hides in sound. Sound can hide in a vacuum, silence hiding sound
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Room for thought, mindless.
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Listen to the silence, thank God I thought I'd gone deaf.
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Secrete a secret, fake news.
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Contagious verbal diarrhoea, everybody talking shite.
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There are good, good folk, then there is good bad folk, therein lies our problems.
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Teachers have all the answers, they wish!
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I don't want the world to know my name,
I don't want fortune,
I don't want fame.
I just want my work live on when I die,
and influence those to lonely and shy,
to take that next step,
to smile and say Hey,
to the guy who walks passed them everyday,
who like them is so unsure of himself,
afraid of a life alone on the shelf.
Lacking the courage to break from his shell,
trying to smile a hello to the girl
who looks away and bows her head,
choosing to lower her gaze instead,
of making eye contract,
kickstarting a life,
that could lead her one day to being his wife.
So instead of fame and all that shite,
I will raise my voice in the hope that I might,
reach the ears to those who refuse to hear,
so frightened and lonely and crippled by fear,
your worth is within you,
you're someone to me.
So take that next step,
and learn to live free,
of the doubts that you have,
of how pretty you are,
believe in yourself,
and you will go far.
Off the shelf into the trolley
Pushed between the carrots and cauli
On the belt and codes to swipe
Next to bananas all over ripe
Push in the bag , throw in the boot
Next to the veg and all the fruit
Thrown in the ice box , squashed to hell
How long in here , no one can tell
Pull for the depths and chopped for the pot
Tossed in the pan , water all hot
Boiled to depth , drained and dressed
Put on a plate with all the rest
Sliced yet again and shoved in a mouth
Crashed by the teeth then swallowed down south
Attacked by bacteria, acid as well
Grounded to a pulp, then a journey from hell
Hours go by as I wind round the pipe
Rumbling noises as I give him the gripe
Forced through a gap, nearly airtight
Ending my life as a stick of brown shite !!
Copyright © Graeme Taylor 2013
GT
http://www.graytoon.com/poetry
Nothing positive about the future to write
The future seems shite
That must be why
I only write about what has come pass
The good bit's I somehow gloss over the bad bit's
Because I have short term memory loss
When it involves shame and blame
So what of the future ?
Ask me tomorrow
And I will tell my pen to lie
If I don't like the outcome
Ill just polish my paint's
And get someone else to play me
Portray me
As a multiple gold winner
Thinner and Majestic
Modeled in plastic
Fantastic
Science fiction
Like making predictions
Yawn
Yawning
I am in love with my bed
While my bloody alarm
Pains my head
Got to get up
Snooze button stuck
Because if I wish to remain employed
And i don't arise from my pit
I am in serious shite
As I am on my final warning
At this point how I would give anything to be rich
Because work is a *****
That money could fix
My head to my bed
And waking to the dread
Of i can't believe my life has come to this
Are you taking the Piss
addiction
so hard to get over
I stand for self
no reliance on wealth
to make me happy
its birds and bees
and a summers breeze
that helps me to quit
cuz I really give a shite
about my life
and my health
feeling better these days
about myself
A Thousand Shite Poems
If I wrote a thousand poems
brutally discarded the half of them
what was left I read once more
before I did the same again
There being left with just two-fifty
repeating that process with regularity
down and down they'd rightly fall
by this point I keep just twenty
Half and half again
ten and five etcetera
unconcerned with even fractions
eureka I've finally got there
Now just one, simple words
not sophisticated clever polished
my filter-ation of liter-ation
please read admire acknowledge
You'll be better than Nixon, you won't get found out,
You'll be superior to Carter, your business has got more clout,
Reagan? Do me a favour, he was a bore and you can act much more,
Admittedly Bush Senior sure as hell knew how to start a war,
But Bush Junior couldn't speak so that evens the score,
Obama, walking, talking and thinking he was the main man,
So if you find it gets tough keep saying " Yes we can!",
He couldn't "Can" for all his effort and might,
So don't worry, you won't "Can" cos you don't give a shite!
Cement Pillow
Blame, blame, blame
makes playing life’s game so much easier to do…
Shift it, change it, switch it as long as it ain’t put on you.
Blame, blame, blame
Mom’s the easiest target…
since dad I never knew.
Blame, blame, blame
Let others wear the shame…
As you rip a beat/ freestyle & put on a show…
Convinced that such is true, that chip on his shoulder is free to grow & grow.
Blame, blame, blame
No! Son try a ‘lil’ Socratic Reasoning…
You might find out it was truly all your own choices & actions…
In reality the blame all belongs to you.
Blame, blame, blame
“No, no, no!” Is the retort I get…
Look back in truth with that gifted brain
Choosing still to refrain,
cause the performance is way cooler, when one has been ripped off and beaten down by one who’s sposed to help you make gain.
Blame, blame, blame
“If I truthfully look back, think hard and follow the logic, I might have to accept that it was my own choices and actions…Shite! I really did create my own bed!”
No worries, son, you have naught to dread... my love is unconditional and just continues to spread.
Jill Spagnola
Sebun Nihonjin Okoku no Senso (War of the Seven Japanese Kingdoms):
Sebun utukushi okoku wa, senso o sengen shimasu (Seven Beautiful Kingdoms Declare War), Heishi no su sen-ri ga senjo ni ran’nyu shimasu (Thousands of soldiers storm onto the battlefield), 7 Shido-sha-tachi wa, kareka no buki o kakimasu (seven leaders draw their weapons). Karera wa Juden to shite densentu-tekina tatakai ga hajimarimasu! (the legendary battle begins as they charge!) Shototsu! Buki wa hokia ni shototsu shimasu. (Clash! Weapons strike against another.)
Toshi~Tsu ga gokaku shi, sora ga kuraidesu. (years pass, and the sky is dark) Sora Kara kaminari kurakku, (thunder cracks from the sky) Doragon ga Tobu yo ni toboe o kite imasu! (Howls are heard as dragons fly down!)
Kareka wa sugu ni modotte heiwa o nattoku sa semasu. (they quickly conivnce peace back.) Seijo ni tochi to sora ritan, (the lands and sky return to normal,) Okoku wa heiwa ni modorimasu. (the kingdoms return to peace.) Hitobito wa hinemosu pati de iwaimasu! (the people celebrate with a daylong party!) Ryu wa futatabi ie ni tobimasu. (the dragons fly home again.)
Owari. (End.)
My wild woman
Roars in me
A mountainlioness stalking
storm surging waves at sea
She rages to be
My wild woman dances
Without fear
She sings flamenco flings spins and things
Are crystal clear
My wild woman she can hold
the whole world in her embrace
and keep all her children safe from harm
None dare envade her space
My wild woman will never take no shite
knows nature can be cruel
but who gave man the right?
My wild woman is a flaming dragon queen
Emerald eyes bright celestial skies
and her fiery breath lights up the night
my wild woman
You wouldn't wanna mess
Fiercely gentle are her ways
And shes gorgeous in a dress
Diamond in the rough
Not intelligent enough for some
A drunk
Staggeringly fkd up burnt out punk
A wasted shell
A washed up piece of junk
Or maybe I just smell
These fking insecurities that follow me around
That trip me up and tie me down
till I'm beaten blue and broken on the ground
And as I fly here spinning round
by fragile threads of hope
the spidermen came down from mars
and loosen up my ropes
And that cloak I wear to keep me warm
That woven web of shite
I throw it off that husk of shame
And dance into the night
Feed em to the crocodiles
Cameron and his Tory liars
Their monstrous atrocities
make crocs come across all soft and fluffy
They like to give us someone to blame
the jobless ,the homeless, the sick and the lame
cause otherwise we might get it together
to add up their crimes ,to suss their sick game
so let's feed em to the crocodiles
The people of the British isles
were daft enough to believe their lies
so desperate for a bit of hope
they gave those Tory cuntz their vote
and now that the factories and the library's shut down
and the workers lay down their tools
and the shite that they happily shove down our throats
that their companies sell us to keep us all fools
their rich snouts are stuck in the troughs on our tables
greedily stealing the food from the country's less able
So let's feed em to the crocodiles
for this I'd walk for miles and miles
to hear an enormous gruesome crunch
of a sweet fitting end to this Orrible bunch
Login’s For Me, Me, Me!
Some carers are shite, debasing and all that, not fit,
Because just when I’m speeding to end my session,
When they’ve come in on another patronising visit,
They come over, bend down and adjust their vision.
So I growl in a low voice “Wot?” and they even proceed,
To say “What are you doing?”, so I cover up the screen,
With my fist, glance to the kitchen, sit up and concede,
“Nothing,” then they recede back to where they’ve been.
I change my login each time a new carer starts,
‘Cos they peer, peer, peer at my action of entering,
The numbers, and don’t seem to understand their quarts,
Are not intelligent, that they are myself outmanoeuvring.
I can only change my passcode a certain few times,
Since I am not Kevin on Eggheads so only remember,
A handful of historical events for password recall oftimes,
And that memory efforts are not for my times of slumber.
It’s different if I’m playing a game, that’s communal,
High scores are topical and cheats are conversation,
But I never play, and even if I did, that’s personal,
‘Cos I’m not as quick anymore, feel like a station!
Wood burner, smoke choke,
Dog shite, bullfight.
Hashtag, manbag.
**** bleaching, hate preaching.
Save the fox, change your clocks.
Prom queen, crime scene.
Chocolate fountain, food mountain.
Buy to let , insure your pet.
Cake bakers, bookmakers.
Dash cam, phone scam.
Raise the bar, electric car
Make your own, payday loan.
Lendlease , family feast.
Babestation, masturbation.
Homogenised, androgenized.
Male grooming, future looming.
Cold war, Godwin's law.
Online games, baby names.
Many, many many more......
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