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@minim wrote:
Suspension Trauma
On top of tall towers
Gaze fixed on far horizons
Breathing deeply
Inhaling life.
But circumstance forced me
To step over the edge,
And curiosity broke my fall
Leaving me spinning free
Over a void
In harness to the shadows,
To be hauled slowly and surely
Into one possible future
Memories pooling in confusion.When five minutes can seem like a lifetime
Only a fool would waste a life.Here’s the very thing for you..
THE VERY BAD POETRY SOCIETY HALL OF HONORARY REMEMBRANCE 8)I shall strive to reach memorable badness.
I am not nearly gruntbuggly enough to emulate a vogon.
@obtuse wrote:
@esmeralda wrote:
@minim wrote:
Suspension Trauma
On top of tall towers
Gaze fixed on far horizons
Breathing deeply
Inhaling life.
But circumstance forced me
To step over the edge,
And curiosity broke my fall
Leaving me spinning free
Over a void
In harness to the shadows,
To be hauled slowly and surely
Into one possible future
Memories pooling in confusion.When five minutes can seem like a lifetime
Only a fool would waste a life.Here’s the very thing for you..
THE VERY BAD POETRY SOCIETY HALL OF HONORARY REMEMBRANCE 8)better than being a pseudo intellectual
Yeah..but you mustn’t be TOO hard on yourself.
When I was in my younger days,
I weighed a few pounds less,
I needn’t hold my tummy in
to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older,
I’ve set my body free;
There’s comfort of elastic
Where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes
My feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now,
But used to wear a seven.And how about those blasted tights —
They’re sized by weight, you see,
So how come when I put them on
The crotch is at my knee?
I need to wear these glasses
As the print’s been getting smaller;
And it wasn’t very long ago
I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to grey
and my skin no longer fits,
On the inside, I’m the same old me,
the outside’s changed a bit.@cath 55 wrote:
When I was in my younger days,
I weighed a few pounds less,
I needn’t hold my tummy in
to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older,
I’ve set my body free;
There’s comfort of elastic
Where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes
My feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now,
But used to wear a seven.And how about those blasted tights —
They’re sized by weight, you see,
So how come when I put them on
The crotch is at my knee?
I need to wear these glasses
As the print’s been getting smaller;
And it wasn’t very long ago
I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to grey
and my skin no longer fits,
On the inside, I’m the same old me,
the outside’s changed a bit.You’re like a bottle of Laphroaig 30 Year Old Single Malt, Cath..
Colour: Deep red gold.
Nose: An initial trace of sherry is followed by a sweet fruitiness that overlays the tantalising hint of Islay peat.
Body: A full profound depth and roundness.
Taste: The first quiet explosion of peat is tempered by a sweet gentleness that develops into a heavy roundness.
Finish: Succulent and long. :wink:Devil may care
Wild bluster and grayness mingle
Curled fists hold fast through snarling gusts
Our even strides overtake fast food fat legs
As they scream at smaller snottier versions of themselves
Eating chips.The vacancy signs are flashing
Bed and breakfast at a price
As the adults of the future, getting wed,
Make last sordid single memories they are likely to forget
By tomorrow.“Waste your time and money here!”
Is screamed loud upon each pier.
As we lean upon the rusty painted railings.
The reflective stretching sand is the purest thing in sight
Or so it seems.Grimy shops along the sea front
Sell complete and utter garbage
The only people buying have no taste.
In one shop a tower of golliwogs peer through crumpled cellophane
So grotesquely.We take refuge in a café, and sip tannin strong tea
Staring out through stale smeared windows
At passing hoards intent on having fun.
It’s a strange addictive feeling that you might be missing something
But you’re not.Before you get all worried
And think the time we spent was wasted
I can tell you categorically it wasn’t.
For every second that I spent, at the seaside town from hell
Illuminated.@esmeralda wrote:
@cath 55 wrote:
When I was in my younger days,
I weighed a few pounds less,
I needn’t hold my tummy in
to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older,
I’ve set my body free;
There’s comfort of elastic
Where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes
My feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now,
But used to wear a seven.And how about those blasted tights —
They’re sized by weight, you see,
So how come when I put them on
The crotch is at my knee?
I need to wear these glasses
As the print’s been getting smaller;
And it wasn’t very long ago
I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to grey
and my skin no longer fits,
On the inside, I’m the same old me,
the outside’s changed a bit.You’re like a bottle of Laphroaig 30 Year Old Single Malt, Cath..
Colour: Deep red gold.
Nose: An initial trace of sherry is followed by a sweet fruitiness that overlays the tantalising hint of Islay peat.
Body: A full profound depth and roundness.
Taste: The first quiet explosion of peat is tempered by a sweet gentleness that develops into a heavy roundness.
Finish: Succulent and long. :wink:awwwwwwwwww fanks esme xxxxx
A + for Cath! 8)
Taxi for the rest….. :wink:
@sharongooner wrote:
A + for Cath! 8)
Taxi for the rest….. :wink:
lol sharon………. send in the clowns…………oh apparently they already here…. ;)
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