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Jim Kilduff Poem
There once was a pigeon
Who lived in a cage
Its fluffy exterior
All tormented with rage.
The beaky beast ruled
The entire place
Scaring it's fellow creatures
Venom scribbled all over its face.
"PIGEON PIGEON!!!" all the other animals cried
Look what you've done
All the other pigeons have died.
Defiantly the pigeon stood firm
And puffed his chest out proud
"Can't you see from my actions
I stand out from the crowd!"
Later that day all the other birds devised a plan.
Ollie the owl who lived in the tree
Whispered to everyone
Had them chuckling with glee
To make a fool out of the pigeon
Was their plea.
Ollie the owl snook into his cage
Grabbed him by his talines
Plucking his feathers like a leaf of sage
Ernie the Eagle snatched him
And swiftly flew him into town
Without any care.
Mr Pigeon now shivering in disbelief
A fallen tyrant soon to be disceased
Ernie the Eagle now the thoughtful chief
Vowed not to speak of Pigeon the life thief.
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Jim Kilduff Poem
The world has discovered it's coveted holy grail
To Jules Rimet we honour let the football feast set sail.
Countries unite and teams take flight to a designated host nation
Little kids feed off this passion they tune-in with eager motivation.
Anticipation even before any ball is kicked or flicked
Back pages with fake news has our minds playing tricks.
Will he start will he not toys yanked from the cot
What's more at least we are entertained somewhat.
It takes us away from the 9-5 the same old mundane
Propels us into a four year galaxy the game beautifully insane.
From the old to the young the whole world will celebrate
Sole-stomping satisfaction our diverse planet will vibrate.
There will be scandals, errors, misdemeanours all documented
There will amazing goals, tricks, bad refereeing decisions all commentated.
What a beautiful notion thought of by that man Mr. Rimet
Implanting the WC in our lives from 1930 to present day.
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The big 'R', do you actually know what you're doing
To our week nation,
Absolute panic stations, feckin banter deflation, endless duration
Eternal damnation the foundation, our country's creation.
No shortage of hydration in any location,
Sure isn't Patsy livid, the crops are bad, explicit gyrations.
Sure no wonder there's emigration by the dozen every week,
Has given or society an ugly mutation,
Gets lubrication each day thanks to you.
There's a sad wet dog in the station
Contemplating rotation.
You rain on our frustration, wash our sins for we have
Offended out of hatred and vexation,
All we're looking for is some compensation.
Rosary beads in homes nationwide and Bridie is saying the rosary
For a chance of salvation, god love her she's my relation.
The forecast gives us the temptation to believe,
Subtle touch of authority has us buying flip-flops, frustration.
We have brain cells you know, we give into temptation,
Because in this situation we can find our own destination.
Just sayin aviation is our saving grace from drowning captivation,
And there's as much chance getting compensation
from you as we are from a cheap flight cancellation.
Rain we've had enough, because we're ready to make a revelation
And through your bitter tears you'll hear our declaration.
We're out for palpitation then leave you to your desperation,
Because as a population, it's our dedication, inspiration and vegetation
That are emanating through your drops of dislocation.
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Jim Kilduff Poem
Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always bodacious
With girls he was, I say, flirtatious
Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious
Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious".
That a boy the killa.
He put his looks to use
Cringey styles gave him abuse
On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus
Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse
The little bugger was let loose
Our furry friend the killa!
He did play hardball he made a racquet
His fame put him in a new tax bracket
Shops now selling his slick leather jackets
The naysayers who said he won't hack it
Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit
Our dear old friend the Killa!
If there's something the Killa can teach us
To profit in this world you gotta have guts
Analyze that minus and change it to a plus
He made no fuss he never cussed
Call him a wus he will go nuts
He's one of us, the Killa!
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Jim Kilduff Poem
There once was a teacher called Marty
Who taught each class as if it was a big party.
With a sax he explained he was jazzy
If there was doubt he would get sassy.
His style had students in the palm of his hand
Like a party of people vibing off a rock band.
Oh it didn't stop there
As he explained grammar without care
Students came from far and wide
They forked out a hefty travel fare
Marty's originality brought them there.
He was warm and compassionate
It was evidenced in his nature
With gestures somewhat effeminate.
Immediatly they twigged he's special
Unlocking their world understand the ethical.
Marty didn't care what other people thought
So get just taught and taught and taught
Each day the same way "English let's play!"
To have Marty is what the language sought.
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I have a friend yeah a subconscious one
Always following me in the days vibrant sun.
He's very very like me from the heels to the head
And he's there until I jump into bed.
But he's also very very not like me at all,
Like there are days when he can be so god damn tall!
There are those times he swells widely with pride
And there are days when he hibernates happy to hide.
He's made up of choices I have yet or afraid to find
If I delve in deeper I may wish to fast forward or rewind.
He contains my invisible parts I still have to discover
Moreover my future self held for ransom.
I reckon he's made of igneous rock, in bright light
He shoots up like a transformer, Mr. Biotite.
I wonder what it thinks of me with each passing day
Cowardly out of my vision like a bird of prey.
Yet if we lost it we would shrivel like a dried prune
Our existence imbalanced no longer in tune.
See we've got a friend, a subconscious one
In the long run will show us how things are done.
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Intake of detergent
I need it now it's urgent
Give me lavender a big supply
I'm complex so oversimplify.
Have I told you I'm complex
See my insides are convex
I get vexed easily
Like a raging army of clouds
So hastily
Don't push my buttons
There's many, dozens.
I also have a vast amount of cycles
I'm sorry I'm just old
But if you give me some bold I'll be content
Willing to remove all the stains of your life's mess by 60%.
See I can't give 100 no not anymore
I'm dizzy
I've told you about my cycles
Now to be recycled
See I somber at the thought
A whirlpool of emotions.
But isn't it delightful to have a second chance
The big revival... the second coming, resurrection
An even healthier, more aesthetic complexion.
Hmmmm maybe a Harley Davidson Street 7-5-0
So I could cycle and cycle forever ya know.
Fancy a spin?
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Jim Kilduff Poem
There was a penguin named Billy
Who had dreams which all the others found silly.
Poor Billy caused a lot of tension
Because there were things he needed to mention
No one listened to Billy.
While all the raft were doing their craft
Billy was coming up with his plan that they all called daft.
Oh he loved star gazing at night
Everyday he wished he could take flight.
He was jealous of the petrels swirling and swooshing around
Oh he tried, cried with frustration each time he hit the ground
Wishing he could be them
From this moment his idea did stem.
The rest of the raft heard of Billy's words
To be shunned because he was a different bird
His decision caused vicious derision
Not worried Billy still focused on his mission
To go to the moon on a giant spoon!
It had been a 4 year operation
The task code named 'Apollo Salvation'.
The emperor and king oh they did revolt
And protested against a penguin who didn't conform to social norms.
Billy lay back on the spoon
Leaving behind great darkness and gloom.
Launching in 10 seconds he tightly shut his eyes
Going to the unknown, a penguin forever immortalised.
WOOOOOOOSH!
Now catapulted miles in the air
Feeling weightless, now flying like a petrel without care.
Billy was now brimming
Flying seemed as easy as swimming!
Away from the surly ponds of earth
For this was Billy's rebirth.
For there were no more tensions, no more decisions, no more seals and orcas
Through his body there was now a wonderful aura.
Billy was always a free spirit, he loved mooning about
Now forever on the moon, day in day out just chilling out.
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Hidden within the depths of your pocket
You grab onto your pen like a plug to a socket
As a way to focus on life to know when
Inspiration consumes you and its time to write again.
When you open your heart you open your mind
Unlimited energy within you, you find
That when you do inspiration is easily sought
Now strike while the irons hot.
In a world thats suffocated by consternation
Consideration is given to infinite inspiration
Strange desolate faces plodding on the street
To the salivating pleasure of ternasco meat.
We are our own creation yearning for liberation
A chance to be free from pain
blossom like a carnation.
Realise that what we have today may be lost
Live for the day smile without any cost.
You are not some game so dont be played
Confront the venemous beasts dont be afraid.
Save money, theres a reason piggy banks are cute
Be so happy to put money in that chute.
Sadly there will be rainy days
You gotta be happy with your loot.
The paper we earn and yearn is the poison fruit
Prosper on the highway or go down a murky route.
Tell the truth, be honest and discrete
Dont divulge your mind in dark denials
Wilting as a person the walking deceased
So indulge in truth stand tall for miles and miles.
You are a biome a community of complex cells
A great individual with inate potential to excel
in anything if you channel the energy
required to propel you towards your destiny.
In the depths of your pocket lies a pen
Harnessing you to speak your mind.
When that stream of energy flows within
Start writing from the inspiration you find.
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In a universe far far away
There lived a penguin, whose thoughts did weigh
Heavily on his mind.
He thought of a vast array of things big and small
But there was one facet he thought of most of all..
Love.
Love being that for a penguin
See he had a lot of love within him
Waiting to burst out like when the other penguins laughed at him when he declared, "I will find a soulmate".
Poor Billy would just feel sad and lonely as to why there was hate
All he wanted was the perfect date.
Billy often wondered if the love within him would dissipate
And if love and his existence do collate.
Ohhhh he was the biggest flirt.... of ideas
And he was a dancer
He tangoed around them gracefully.
Care free because he loved mooning about
And it's the reason his love life was in doubt.
Each night before closing his eyes and falling asleep
There was something he said 3 times before counting sheep.
Eyes shut tightly, he wishfully yearned
"I wish I had a soulmate" again and again.
So from here he slept and dreamt and dreamt
To the gods his wish was now sent.
The next day Billy checked his mail
A funny old letter that was written in brail.
Fear not, Billy was a clever penguin and read it thoroughly.
Firstly, he was told today you'll meet your soulmate
Secondly, you'll be shown the finer things in life
Lastly, unfortunately it will only last 24 hours.
All Billy cared about was positivity
His love life now to be full of activity.
He wittingly got himself prepared,.making sure he looked his best
No longer repressed but today was the day he professed....
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
A penguin shaped silhouette appeared through the door
Billy excitedly reached for the emergency rose on the drawer.
He waddled nervously towards his destiny
On opening the door the was hit with such radiant energy
So strong it knocked poor Billy off his feet
Instantly she laughed and chuckled, "Oh how sweet! You are very silly"
And announced, "My name's Lily, what's yours?"
With a quiver he replied, "Billy"
He showed her the rose and she was in tears.
Upon touching her little wing he felt an instant connection
Between Billy and Lily there was only affection.
They waddled into town and she showed him things he'd never seem before
He was fascinated by all she knew, her knowledge of the outdoors.
Oh Billy absorbed it all, whatever she said he listened
He looked in her eyes oh boy they glistened.
Lily was of radiant nature
A kind of penguin that's few and far between
She was just like the penguin in all of Billy's dreams.
Billy admired the curvature of her eyes and her enormous eyelashes
It made his heart flutter, he was the phoenix rising from the ashes.
Lily loved painting and suggested they make portraits of each other
"Yes! I love painting!", he responded...
Oh he was a bluffer.
With only 6 hours left of their time together
He knew this would be something that would last forever.
And so they painted, painted and painted some more
For Billy the brush and the canvas were at war
But Lily's was a masterpiece a palaces decor.
They adored each others paintings
Maintaining the same love they shared for the last 20 hours.
And time passed and passed and passed
And at long last Billy did something he had never done before
They kissed (or beaked)
With all the love that had amassed
He no longer needed to ask.
It was such a warm embrace so warm like sun rays
From that moment their love was enlaced.
And suddenly she had gone
Vanished.
Billy's heart now drowning in tears
But his soul was now varnished a different colour never to fear.
Lily left behind the portrait and a note
On it she wrote " Love you, forever"
A day in his life he would forever treasure.
They spoke in a different language only known to them
And found delight in their flickering partnership, oh it was a gem.
What Billy learnt that day was to value every moment you've got
Because life is for living and love cannot be borrowed and certainly not bought.
Billy stayed forever humble and loved each day
In his heart Lily 'the expiry date' forever stayed.
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