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Terry Reeves Poem
No one likes me - they put me on a register,
you must be sick they told me, yes you're right;
my mother made an amazing statement - like this:
'There was nothing more exciting than a twelve year old boy.'
Let's digress: all these things happen in the animal kingdom,
we are supposed to be of higher intelligence and morals,
animals have no knowledge of God or human morals,
they have their own codes, territorial and hierarchy.
That being said, humans are animals, behavioural;
we come to another idea - God should nudge us back on track,
he created us, has responsibility, not hide behind 'man-made,'
no wonder his fantastic creation, design, began to fade.
I'm locked away now, I know it's best if I don't get out,
perhaps you can tell me -what was God's plan really all about.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2020
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Terry Reeves Poem
My nails grow longer in the heat,
I like to keep them short, hands and feet,
pedicure and manicure by the girls in Phuket,
they give you more, full service and yet . . . .
I don't need my shoulders or head massaged,
there's a slap on the back as their fingers emerged,
nothing too intimate otherwise I might get ********,
the personal service should be my selection.
Now there's a mask on my face, an extra they say,
don't worry, it's free, you won't have to pay,
I'm not too keen on cucumber, peer over the edge,
shouldn't be so fussy, after all it's a privilege.
I walk out of the shop, spent my last Thai coin,
can't help but notice - there's a swelling in my groin.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2017
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Terry Reeves Poem
Firstly, it's a manufactured word to suit
the gay community - I'm not impressed;
let's say fifty one per cent are against,
forty five per cent are just not bothered.
I make no apology, my entitlement,
some friends I have are gay, no big deal,
although sometimes I wonder about mindset,
theirs, not mine - is it really oh so fine?
Someone came to my car window, I said: 'No,'
why should I be subjected to such effrontery?
They say that it's 'normal' in the animal kingdom -
animals have their own codes, no human knowledge.
I have my own code, even tho' laws have been made,
consider your position, a phobia doesn't mean I'm afraid.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2020
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Terry Reeves Poem
They told me ghost stories and about spooks,
and that not all was as simple as it looks;
I looked into a mirror but someone else looked back,
apparititions may be clever but they don't have the knack.
Of Earthly pursuits and detaching from celestial routes,
who used to be who or are they still the same?
hands were down by the side, let me out of here,
no worry - you're the one who should have the fear.
They sang:' I'm riding along on the crest of a wave,'
was it true that good fortune favoured the brave,
I deliver my chautauqua, does anyone understand?
Like the old days, spoken all over the land.
They preferred: 'Maybe I should have loved you more,'
didn't want anything new, that's what they'd asked for.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2018
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Terry Reeves Poem
Thou didst not make me come
I came of my own accord
now you tell me that you're bored
how can I improve on my sweet Lord
Thou art a ruffian - unskilled in the
art of lovemaking, no tantric sex
more like Titanic with a hex
I always know what's coming next
Who wrote my script and said that:
I wouldst love you no matter what?
maybe it was you more likely than not
I must be thankful, pretend at what I've got
Now thou art coming again - never mind my pain
Why is it that my loss has to be your gain?
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2016
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Terry Reeves Poem
We all have one in our lives, someone better than you,
not much to be done about it, in shades of blue,
where did he get the lines from, was it God-given?
Maybe, to keep you in place but how the hell was he driven?
Suddenly there's a change, now I'm better than him,
I want it permanent, not just in the interim;
however, I'm grateful for the role model, it's a doddle,
no looking back, easy, no longer need the mollycoddle.
Thank you Robert, for giving me all of the superlatives,
now I know reasoning, aims and that justice lives;
the best thing is the platform you gave for progression,
and being greater than you is no longer an obsession.
There's a smile forming when I see the students come,
dig out my latin, they just go on and on, ad infinitum.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2018
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Terry Reeves Poem
It was time, for my audition - a nice renditition,
I came armed, nothing too predictable, with ammunition;
this offered my chance for fame, only I was to blame
if I messed up, success meant I would never be the same again.
It was good, I knew by the smile on their faces,
now I waited, standing, while my heart really races;
I knew that one juror may give me a hard time,
playing to the gallery, a mountain I might climb.
The unnecessary hype, weirdly prolonged, was irritating,
I heard the voice: 'You know what . . . . ' , procrastinating,
why can"t he just say if he liked the bloody thing or not?
as though he was on another programme and forgot.
It was tiring, waiting for all their second-guesses,
I need not have worried because I got four yesses.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2017
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Terry Reeves Poem
I made love - felt like I hadn't shaved for 24 hours,
went outside, wet, got caught in some snow showers,
white specks on a black man, an albino down the road,
when I returned, my partner was reading 'The Da Vinci Code.'
Someone said that those guys had a poncey beard,
The Illuminati gathering just like Robert Langdon feared,
I wonder if anyone else had drawn a perfect circle,
yes, my barber design with the fade haircut magical.
Not forgetting my tattoos, logos on my designer shoes,
the winner takes it all, what is there left to lose;
I was accused of looking just like D'artagnan,
they can say what they like, I'm my greatest fan.
See the muscles chaps, never mind 'Angels and Demons,'
my ears are listening, glistening, filled with diamonds.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2018
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Terry Reeves Poem
They say that it will cure all your ills,
It's liquid and doesn't come in pills;
will it cure, anxiety, trauma and impropriety?
depression, obsession, angst and obesity?
Flatulence, disobedience, lack of ********,
boredom, constipation, sickness and a sore bum,
morbidness, being morose, getting rid of a dose,
help ejaculation, deaf and dumb, making you come.
Phobias, hang-overs, make-overs, hand rovers,
sexual harassment, groping and embarassment,
corruption, bribery, graft, lying and dying,
cheating, beatiing, passing exams without trying.
No, it won't, unless you're into psychosomatic,
in which case, you're route to paradise will be automaric.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2018
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Terry Reeves Poem
They can't have the Ashes trophy so they have a cup,
it's becoming irritating as they're trying to catch up,
there's nothing you can say, all out at the end of the day,
square leg in a round hole, not suitable some might say.
It looks like Sodom and don't worry about Gomorrah,
they won't listen, told to grow up when you rebuke them;
when the population dies out you may be needed again,
perhaps then you will know you will never be the same.
You can't procreate, no IVF so adoption, so a problem,
you've moved the goalposts, now playing between them;
you went to school - so didn't you learn anything there?
we don't like latent desire so we'd rather not really care.
Did someone say 'inappropriate' but you said it, not me,
I hope that you're happy and exactly where you'd like to be.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2023
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