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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.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014

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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.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015

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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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A Room Full of Butterflies

Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.

A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

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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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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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Sitting at the top of the Stairs

Sitting at the top of the stairs
Reflecting on my life
Looking at the bottom
Of the stairs
A place I used to be and know
I realize how far I've come
And far there is left to go.

It was always three steps forward
Two steps back
Uphill everyday
Carrying a heavy
Troubled filled sack
Struggling not to fall
Between the cracks
And hit the ground
With a bump once more.
Just as I had many times before.

I was never weak
But much to strong
Never knowing when to stop
I just carried on and on
Suddenly my whole world fell apart
I lost my old self
My heart ripped apart
My childhood caught up with me
And poisoned my blood.

So whenever I feel once more like giving up
I find myself going back to the stairs
To take a look
To see how far I've come
And the battles I've won
And where there was just darkness
At last I see the sun
And smile again.

Peter Dome.copyright.2015.May.

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True Love Ways

True love is
Getting up early every morning in the freezing cold
To go to work to provide 
For the kids and the love
Who was sleeping by your side.

True love is
Is not only doing things we like
But doing things we don't like too
Because you want to please
The person who married you.

True love is
Having a sense of humour
And together
Making the most of living.

True love is
Putting up with your lovers faults
While reflecting on your own
Finding time for each other
To show appreciation
And spend sometime alone.

True love is
Looking after your love when they are ill
And nursing them back to health
Giving them lots of hugs to say I love you 
And everything's ok
Providing a shoulder to cry on
And a listening ear
To hear what they say.

True love is
Is going through excruciating labour pain
Watling for someone in the pouring rain
Thinking about the other
And not just yourself
Making the most of what you got
And realising it's wealth.

True love is
Showing appreciation not just for the big things
But the little things too
And noticing the difference they do.

True love is
Saying your sorry and letting sleeping dogs lie
And keeping the love shine in your eyes
Coming home with or flowers
Giving them a surprise,

True love is
Seeing beauty in things others can not see
And supporting each other to be all they can be
Recognising and respecting your partner may need some space
And time alone
Or be with friends and talk on the telephone.

True love is
Being spontaneous inventive and a surprise
And never mundane and boring
To keep love happy and alive
Why should courting ever end.

True love
Can be hard work and things don't always go to plan
Realising no one is perfect
And trying to understand
Making your partner feel special
Respected and feel cared for
And the only one for ever more.

True love is
Your love is your best friend
Laying the foundations to build upon and grow
And still loving your partner warts and all when old
Seeing past the wrinkles.

True love is
Creating cherished memories
And storing them in the album of the heart
And missing each other when apart.

True love is
Compatibility and a strong bond
And wanting to learn how to please and get on
Doing things together
Together being strong and one.

True love is 
Sacrifice doing things that aren't always nice
Sharing the same dreams
Lost together in paradise.

True love is
Being made for each other
Honest true and pure
And expressing your love behind the bedroom door.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. June.

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Wild Rugged Wuthering Moor

How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the  blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills
Land so wild and unforgiving
As the cold wind begins to bite and chill
Carpets of lilac heather providing shelter
For grouse rabbit and mouse
Somewhere in the distance
I catch the site of an old dilapidated stone farm house
Battered and in decay by the harsh temperamental weather
Every day.

Silver ribboned streams gushing and rushing ever flowing
Sparkling in the sun as lazy trout swim and pout
Trying to kiss the sky.

Little white woolly dots majestically graze on idle days
As the ravens take pieces of wool for nesting away
Suddenly the sky turns black and the icy rain begins to pound
And somewhere in the far distance I hear a deep rumbling sound
Cracks of light flash in the sky and the thunder now close by 
Gives out a mighty roar
I feel the power shake the ground where I stand
And it shakes me to the core
A mixture of fear and acceleration sweeps over me
As I watch far from safety in awe.

Suddenly as it started the thunder stops and the sky begins to clear
A rainbow crescent appears and the lark twitters once moor 
As the started wild ponies and heads of deer reappear
The  overpowering smell of damp earth
I'm soaking wet my cheeks red and aglow
I'm lost in the wild untameable timeless beauty
That I have come to love and know
In my isolation I find peace of mind so serine
I am not  just a visitor
But at one with nature and part of the scene.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. June.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015