Poetry Threat (well ok thread!) mark 2

[sharongooner]

Edit 8)

that does ring many bells. funny how we moan all the time about working, but when I have days like that Im really pleased I have the best workmates in the world.

Apart from that time they kidnapped my stuffed parrot toy and sent me pictures of it in a noose overhanging a toilet… the swines! :twisted:

[cath 55]

shall i give in to this hollow feeling
shall i let the loneliness i feel take over
shall li let the demons take my very soul
oh nooooooo sod off you all lets go!!

lets go. lets live the years that are fewer
in front of me than behind me
sod off you demons
that threaten my very being
so sod it, your soulmate
is not
is not
is not to be
just yet

lets go
lets live
sod off you demons
so sod it
your prince
is not be
just yet

live and go
just like
the stuff that passes
for real food
from yer maccy d’s
from yer chucks wiv colonels D ,
live your life
for death
is not to be
just yet

[cath 55]

whoooooooo hooooooooooo
tis time to dance
to prance to live
a bit of a lift
does this thing give
ermmmm
alcohol!!! with some dark stick stuff
lol maybe this poem should end?
enough?

hell no!!
lets not waste this moment
the one thats been bought to me
on a wing
on a very large
bacardi
or maybe several

lets not waste this euphoria
the one that you just know
will be regretted
when the morning comes
but…..

for now lets dance
lets sing
lets rejoice the feeling
the one that lets all barriers drop
the one that never lets in a strop

lets dance my freind and sod the hips
as i sing to you between the sips
hey this poem almost rhymes!!!

[rubyred]

/flings cath around like the King of Siam…

[cath 55]

@rubyred wrote:

/flings cath around like the King of Siam…

pmsl rubes at the load of drivel typed last night. lol not concerned with thos so much but more concerned bout the msn and texts i probably sent that aint come to light yet ffs!! :oops: :oops: :wink:

[minim]

Moving on

You can’t stay here forever
It just isn’t possible
You have to move
One step in front of the other
Don’t dawdle!

If you don’t take that first step
You will never learn how it is done
Frozen with fear
On the edge of a life
You can’t see.

It takes real courage
To step into nothing
But the ground will harden
Under your feet
As each day is done.

So…move! Now!
Come on, get on with it
The blind will always lead the blind
You have to get in front.

[cath 55]

^^^^ what!!! wivout me stabalisers????……. :shock: :? :wink:

[toybulldog]

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[cath 55]

@toybulldog wrote:

I always go from gate to gate,
soaked to the bone and all burned up;
All of a sudden I’ll lay my right ear
in my right hand.
Then my own voice sounds to me
as if I had never known it.

Then I don’t know for sure, who it is that’s screaming,
me or just somebody else.
I’m screaming about next to nothing, really.
Poets scream about more.

Finally, I close my face
with both eyes shut;
which looks as if it’s in my hands
with its whole weight, and resting.
That’s so that they don’t think
I don’t have a proper place,
to lay down my head.

[toybulldog]

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