Short Bollocks Poems
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Pay no attention I'm a bit off line
A bit off centre it could be the wine
Or might be my arm pits
Or maybe my bollocks
Perhaps it was that bucket of turpentine
Active macho sperm told the passive egg
I am turned on darling eggie are you on the rag?
Eggie smiled and tumbled
Sperm's bollocks are bumbled
Eve pinched Adam's bum, " your dizzy balls sag".
A caravan for a Turkish
not a tommy gun
you took the jam out of my doughnut
periwinkle blue
a desert eagle is not a replica nor a diamond
sweet enough without the sugar
that my son is why we're here
I think it's you who should behave
bollocks
all bets are off
How would they know?
I mean, this could be AI.
Could write
Any
Old bollocks.
Does it have
The
Spirit; of my poetry?
Where is my
Soul? Is it
Next to this semi-colon? :
Look at it,
Bit lonely there
But
We all are
My son
Is writing a story on paper across the room
Let he forever
Be his own mind
On paper,
In voice
In spirit
Poet's Plea
I pray not to carve sculpture
whittled by a frenzied rupture
Which, like a portent fist
bollocks to shard all the gist.
Instead, Oh Greatest Lord,
I pray for gift of a kind Word
swinging not like a dry sword;
That, perchance, it may drift
Like of a selfless spendthrift
Spirit of the wretched to uplift!
31st August 2013
Words meant so much to him too
The punchy lyric told you what to do
It was what he wanted to say
Instead of just wasting it anyway
What bollocks, yeah man
Here was where he made his stand
The solitary one in his plan
Too far now from where it began
Opening his old wounds
Too late to bind them he swoons
Just drag yourself on
March on singing your sad songs.
© Paul Warren Poetry
In this humid summer air
I don't wear my underwear
my bollocks get all sweaty,
for that I do not care.
It's not amusing they sweat profusely
along with the crack and sweaty pubes
whilst women have their sweaty boobies
seems we all have sweaty rude bits.
So if you girls want to air out your ****
us men will too our balls and dick,
an idea from which we all benefit....
go on, get out your luverly nips.
Lord bless the nihility
of spirit and entity
'cause my mind is pallid
like a deaf actor
in a silent film
but I'm not craven
just frowned and mortal
antique in the name
of a poetic justice
hesitating no more
sleepwalking in time
one of the nervous eaters
I'm the oxygen moron
joining the armies
of heavenly damned
to luminize the libretto
at vanishing point
wounded and mesmeric
never mind the bollocks
whatever they say
I'll always complain
Broke the door
Gotta Iphone4
A TV
Dvd
Laptop
I can't stop
Popped back in the shop
Ooh! ooh! another Iphone
Gotta go home
Cant carry any more
Me arms are gettin’ sore
But I think I can manage two more
So back into the store
For me 8month olds son a fluffy toy
And me 8year old a game boy
I think I will call it a day
Gotta home quick a and sell them on ebay.
*Bloody riots in London. When all the smoke settles who pays for it we do, the tax payer Bollocks.