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AGE:
30
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: January 19
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: January 19
I’m third in line to the Spanish Throne and whilst at home I dream of peaceful revolutions and cancer free cigarettes.
I’ve been known to write poetry and I guess that’s what I do but between me and you I would much rather be Monica Bellucci’s House Bitch.
I once wrestled a Crocodile,fought a Giant Octopus and got eaten alive by Indian Tigers.
I only cry at films which perhaps makes me heartless but I couldn’t careless, why shed tears over spilt vodka when you can weep like a statue of the virgin of Mary at Fried Green Tomatoes in the Whistle Stop Cafe..
I’m not Gay ( despite the fact I know all the words to Calamity Jane ) and the fact that I’ve seen Dirty Dancing 72 times is more down to the fact that I have a mother and …
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A five year stretch this sunken wreck has fresh sails hoisted high His beard is trimmed He's switched from gin to Cuban Rum and lime The music sings as muses swim around his ship of plenty With decks of Kings he throws them in and never stands up empty A master now he dreams of ploughs lush Gardens green and rolling His sweet heart fair combs jet black hair and smiles with lust and knowing. Blue eyes draw back to flags of black with Skull and Crossbone menace That night off sh...
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The rumble of battle rolls over the cattle who’ve come to be slaughtered today. With their pitch folks and slings they march over the hill to the field of the beast and the brave. They have nothing to show for a life full of toil so they fight and they fuck and they booze. And they’d give their last breath for an honourable death and the dream they’ve got something to loose. The slings became swords still we fought for our lords so they’d not raise the rent on our farm...
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See the weight of the world in the breath of a girl puffing rolled cigarettes by the wayside She's a slip of a thing but oh lord she can sing any song for a piece of your change. I saw her last week with my tongue in my cheek I said 'What would you do for a fiver'? She replied with a wink 'For a five and a gin I would flog my own mother and father' See the scar of a wound near a Popeye tattoo on the wrist of a man who looks ghostly His moustache runs wild on a face that last smiled on the day...
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Stuck in reverse and a rum from the hearse but then worse things still happen at sea. I’ve taken up cards but I don't have the hearts and the clubs won't stop raining on me. I've checked all the faces and tossed all the aces, the places I've been don't exist. Now all I have left is the smoke on my breath and the girl with the dynamite kiss. Plague is upon me and Jesus has wronged me so I'll die a sinners demise. My terrible deeds have corroded my dreams and they've cost me m...
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I was minding my own as the room bowed for grace When a thunderbolt struck like a shoe in the face And I realised that maybe I'd got the right place But I'd chosen the wrong colour suit... The lady I'm with looked a million and nine But the liquor was free and the water was wine By the time it was twelve she was walking the line Between beauty and Street fighting Lush...... A helium warning was echoed at three By the drunk in the beard with a gift on his knee And the prize on his arm that dem...
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It's hopeful annd positive. The rhymes are not as tight as they could be and the metre is all over the places but it's not an unpleasant read. 'New reciepts in my mind start to hum'...that makes no sense to me I must confess. Poetry is very much a matter of opinion and right or wrong is a very line...but also..what does 'Pastel' smell like..? I assume you are capable of much better things...and this is quite off the cuff and the beginning of a burst of creative September inspired work as the...
Well... Being a fan of gambling related poets in general I like it..I like the story.. I like 'She accepts the small-talk with untrained words of flirting:' and ' From counseling to therapy; from sermon to rehab.' and She's writing fantasy in her excess time -misbehaving goblins and gay dragons make her smile' You are techincally a better poet than myself which makes any comment I make other than plaudits seem a little silly...although I sometimes write in a similar style my work is much more...
Well...it's one of those isn't it. It could be filled with all kinds of meaning...you could have been asleep regarding a situation..light dawned...and now you see the reality of the situation. It could be you realised you was in love with someone...light dawned again...and now you realise that love. It could be one of hundred things or it could be a joke...it could be lazy 6 words that you scribbled and stuck on here to see if some over eager reviewer would make audacious claims and reveal hi...
It's not the kind of poetry I usually comment on but I love the last lines. It's one of those were the reader assumes that a dictionary has been used and although that not might be the case ( and what's wrong with using a dictionary anyway) it would lose many readers due to it's complexity. When I read a poem such as this I always wonder if the poet has the ability to keep it simple and to write for a broader audience...perhaps you can and I hope to read more of your work but if this is typic...
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