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An Ode To Trolls Hackers and Scammers

An Ode To Trolls Hackers And Scammers. 
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Hideous evil creatures
Attention seekers
Cowards who hide behind computers
Cold-hearted scavengers
Not unlike preying vultures
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Childish and pathetic
Bloodsucking leeches
Inflated egotistical heretics
Unhappy with their lot
Blaming everyone else
For what they have got
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Insecure reprobates
Void of loving
Rabid narcissists 
Spreading hate
Incognito dwelling in the dark shadows
Invading innocent victims
Homes and space
A hooded callous destroyer 
Without a face
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Control freaks seeking power
From their lofty tower
Something they lack
But will be paid back
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Bullies who may escape justice now
But on judgment day they will have to pay
For their evil deeds
And I for one
Can’t wait for that day.
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Peter Dome©2020.

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Make Do and Mend

Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And never ever lock it

But still so many struggled
To buy food and pay the rent
There were a lot of big families
And money was soon spent
We’d borrow from our neighbours
There were no pound shops back then
Or super savers

People used to keep pigs 
And chickens in the back yard
Cooked real meals made cakes
And baked their own bread
Because times were so hard
We’d often eat bread and jam
Beef dripping
And cooked with Lard

Growing your own Veg in an allotment
Or your garden
Radishes made you belch
Sprouts made wind I beg your pardon

Basin haircuts to save a few bob
Acorn coffee or Dandelion tea
Powdered egg from the Co Op
During the war
You couldn't get such luxuries anymore
Unless it was from American soldiers

Things like silk stockings
Were as rare as chicken teeth
And cow eggs
So Ladies used gravy browning 
And drew a line up the back of their legs
To make our shoes last longer
We'd have seggs
And a bit of board made a sledge

If you think people didn't have sex back then
Let me tell you, friend
With so many off to war
you may never see them again
War babies where did they come from?

Scraps with chips
Salt and vinegar on your lips
Afterwards, you'd use the newspaper
Toilet roll was a luxury
We saved a bit

A stick of Rhubarb a bag of sugar
Twig that you could chew
And some wildflowers for your Mother

We’d do a thing called make do and mend
Sew socks or darning as it was called
Back then
A hole in your trousers where your flesh peeped through
We’d sew a patch over the hole
And make do and mend
There was a dressmaker in almost every street
Who'd sew the patch on for you and take up your hem

If an arm of our glasses broke
we didn't throw them away
We'd stick a cloth plaster over to hold it together
It didn't look too good
But then they were ok

People would make up bicycles from old ones off the tip
A bit of cardboard in your shoe
Or a sock in the toe end
To stop your toes coming through

The Rag and Bone man
With his horse and cart
You couldn't tell him
And Steptoe apart

The old tin bath by the fireside
Ready for your Dad when he came home from work
From the steelworks or the pit
We had coal fires and in the winter we’d
Gather around making toast on a toasting fork
And keep the fires lit
With logs and tree branches from the wood
It would save a bit

A lot of the less fortunate ones relied on second hand
A shirt from someone who just died
Table from aunt Mabel
Sideboard from next door
Open draw for a cradle

We also wear our siblings hand me downs
I’d have to wear my sisters
So embarrassed when I went to school
And walking through town

Tea warmers on our Brown Betty teapots
A half-full biscuit tin
Dirty finger marks
Clues to where us kids had been

The local pawn shop did a brisk trade
Clothes wore on Sunday
Taken back on Monday

People had things on the slate
Pay a little each week when we could
We’d hide when the rent man came 
And be behind and he’d be after our blood

The pictures and old movies
Provided an escape
From the war and troubles back home
The Cinemas were prolific back then and packed
You were never alone

We made our own entertainment
Had street parties on the pavement

Make our own plays
Go for long walks together
Play cards dominoes and Ludo
Whenever there was bad weather
Listen to the Wireless set 
In our Jim Jams
With our milk Horlicks or Olavltine
After a wash our hair still wet

We made dolls from rags
Our own cards for Mums and Dads 
Knitted and sewed
Play with Lego and Mecharno

We never sterilised things for babies like they do today
Kids would put muck in their mouth
And we’d just let them play
A teat on an old bottle
You were away
Now Mums have to take the kids 
To the Doctors every day

Yes many struggled back then
But people seemed more happier 
And not so stressed
Hard workers 
When British Steel was the best

People tended to have morals and be ethically minded
Not being money blinded
We had positive role models
Something to look forward too
And lots of things to do

They call things today progress
But all it is
Is a great big mess
Too many knots to untie
We may not be able to change the world
But the small world around us if we try

People used to pull together
And give a helping hand
But now all that seems gone
And I no longer understand

‘’I may be old fashioned
But I’m damn proud to be old fashioned
And my roots

''And Doc Martin boots.’’




Peter Dome©2019.

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Mind Pollution

Mind pollution
The manipulation and control of the masses 
Is a world government agenda and constitution
Throughout time.

Newer technology and the information computer revolution
Are powerful weapons to spread evil deeds and even more pollution
The slave masters crack the whip the rich get richer
The poor poorer powerless aboard a sinking ship.

Out of manufactured chaos
Comes apathy and fear
Making nations easier to control
And sell their souls sometimes unwaveringly
Blind to the powers that be commands.


Propaganda to gain support for wars
Bank crashes like never before
To take our money
And make rhe rich richer
Than before
Government leaks and lies spread to cause hate
And justify what the powers that be create.

Puppets on strings controlled by the powerful who lurk in the shadows
The real rulers of the world never seen
Ruthless greedy evil and mean.

For those not blind with open mind
The jigsaw puzzle slowly fits together
Piece by piece and the bigger picture is released
The truth they'll never be peace
The snares are their so take care
Open your eyes free your mind so you can see
World manipulation and subliminal brainwashing in your own home
Through the media and TV.

So many good people in the spotlight have tried to warn us before
And tried to revile the truth and the secrets
But were silenced and found dead on the floor.

Peter Dome.copyright.2015. June.

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Gina the Toilet Cleaner

They call her big Gina
You'd know if you seen her
She is a toilet cleaner
She wears a white smock
Armed with bucket and a mop
She likes to keep things clean
And is a real scrubber
If you know what I mean
She whistles as she goes
With disinfectant wafting under her nose
She replaces toilet rolls
And cleans the toilet bowls
She really loves her job
She has a cat called Doris
And a husband called Bob
Her job is dirty and often smelly
She has a tattoo of a toilet on her belly
At the end of the day
She puts her mop and bucket away
Goes home and has a shower
Then cleans the house within half an hour
Her husband makes her mad
Leaving the toilet seat up
She puts toilet water in his cup
Of tea to sup
She has a daughter called Pru
She dreams of being a toilet cleaner too
She doesn't care about the smell of poo
Just her dream comes true
We should all appreciate toilet cleaners
Just like big Gina.


''Warning! Toilet water in tea. please do not try at home.
 could be dangerous and doesn't taste nice''.


Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Aug.

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Stupid Questions

It never seems to amaze me
How stupid some people are
Whenever I am out
And take along my guitar.

''Is it a guitar'' people say
''No an ironing board''
I reply with dismay.

''Can you play it?''
''No I just carry it about for fun''
Even though it's a heavy one.

''Are they your dogs''
When out in town
''No'' I reply
''their someone else's
And I'm taking them back to get the ransomed money honey.''
After a while i's an annoyance and not that funny.



Peter Dome.copyright.2015. Oct.

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The Blaze of Autumn

The Blaze of Autumn.
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She stood there like womanly Venus
Among the mild autumns
Blaze of rustic blaze of copper and hues of gold
Shards of filtered sunlight 
Shone upon her soft textured silken tresses
And with beguiling eyes so full of beauty and wonder
Filling my heart with warm rapture and sweet delight
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The whole world suddenly disappeared around me
Transfixed I watched the diamond stars
Twinkle in her smiling shining eyes
And as I melted like ice
I felt butterflies flutter inside
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My thirst for her sumptuous lips was such
And my loving fingers 
Yearned to softly touch
The warmest blissful breeze
Swept through my soul
As at last she gave herself for me to hold
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Hungered sugar kisses
Turned into a feast of frenzy
Becoming intoxicated
By loves addictive heady wine
With shallow rapid breath and urgency
As we kissed the hours goodbye
Losing all sense of thought and time
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Suddenly the sun shone brighter
As the pretty flower bloomed
The bee did linger
Morning dew bathed  the garden
As shooting stars flew across the moon
Two kindred hearts aflame
Upon their honeymoon.
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Peter Dome©2020.

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Wonders of the Universe

Far beyond the blue
High in a velvet jeweled sky
Lies the cosmos and universe
So far from human eye
Light years away.

The vastness of God's creation
Has captured man's fascination
Since the dawn of time.

Modern telescopes
Slowly unravel the mystery
Probing galaxies
Never observed before
As we stand at infinities door.

Arrays of stars and planets
Set against swirling pastel coloured gases
To take the breath away
The beauty of the universe
Fires man's imagination
With it's finery and array.



Peter Dome. Copright.2015. Oct.

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I'M Not Nosey But

I've never been one to nosey but
Looking through my net curtains
I just happened to have a pair of binoculars in my hand
I'm a curious kinda man
Ooh you wouldn't believe the things I've seen
Not being a gossip of course
It's so posh around here the mail is personally
Delivered by the Queen
And across my vast sprawling country estate
Someone's skinny dipping in my lake
I think I'll choose a masserati today
And wave at the peasants on my way.

There goes Dietrich on her penny farthing
Listening to some Hank Marvin
Toqyen is drunk again
Casarah is walking her lama
Tim has just worked out at the gym
And Jan is looking nice and Trim
Peter and Vera 
are in the garden
Singing Shakira
Poet destroyer is cutting the grass
Ooh she has a lovely fast
Mower that lass.

There goes Mary Jo on her pogo stick
She doesn't look too well hope she's not sick
Over there prince Harry is having a party again
A fancy dress
And he's dressed as hen
Well folks Think I'll get in my hot tub full of champagne
And wait until tomorrow
When I can spy again.




Peter Dome. copyright. 2014. Sept.

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All Man Well Almost

My suntan comes from a bottle
My hair from a wig maker in Peru
My legs are very hairy
I have to put my teeth in to chew
I have had plastic surgery
And a nip and tuck
And I'm soon to have my nose done
With a bit of luck
My lips are bigger than Mick Jagger's
And I have that wind tunnel look
And I'm quite a catch by anybodies book


But I'm all man
Well almost
But I do what I can
I do have a six pack
But keep it in the cooler
Yes I'm quite a man
I measured it with a ruler.

So come on ladies grab me while you can
When I've got my teeth in and wig up on my head
They say I look like George Clooney
But then I look in the mirror
And I think they meant Mickey Rooney.

Ar well can't have everything
But my heart is loving and true
I may not be organic no more
With all the plastic surgery
But there's much more than that to me.





Peter Dome.copyright.2014. July.

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Why Oh Why Me

Why Oh Why Oh Me.

Oh why oh why do have so much bad luck
 My hands are tied
My feet are stuck
I’d be much better off being Mr Bean 
Or Donald duck
Than me

I try so damn hard to move forward
But I always get knocked back
And if the road ahead was paved with gold
I’d fall between a crack

Nothing goes right
Everything goes wrong
I’d come last in my own lookalike completion
And I’m as popular with women
As King Kong
Why me what did I do wrong?

I feel like a caged songbird
Who never had a song
I wanted to be an Eagle
But I'm more like a Beagle
With a very wet nose

I’m fed up and frustrated
Condemned and so underrated
Unwanted just not good enough
A hasbeen  an emotional punch bag
A failed comedienne
Without a gag

A sinking ship
A Rat caught in a trap
Ten steps forward a hundred back
An unwanted puppy
Drowning in a sack 

A  penniless beggar
With an empty cup
Only dark clouds and rain
When I look up
A prisoner on death row waiting to die
With  no lookalike

Why oh why me
Cursed at birth
To live a life of misery.










Peter Dome©2019.