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Information superhighway. Just a garbage bin

Porn and poems, recipes and how to not be fat

Facebook trolls and living dolls, that woman who’s a cat

OMG and TMI and hello h a u

Messages from people that you really never knew

Switch it off and have a break and take yourself off line

Just before that though make sure you “like” this stupid rhyme

Unspoken Word

So here I am again, I always find the time to rhyme

Although I’m rather busy under pressure every day

I like to stop and think and find composure in my thought

For every now and then I’ve something meaningful to say

Today however, I am simply putting down a verse

The rhythm and a rhyming pattern take me from the day

A moment that is mine, a gift I’ve given to myself

But in the end I share my words to see what you might say

Sometimes I think I’m brave but often I am just a fool

Who thinks that fourteen syllables when placed upon a line

Are poetry, when really all they are are bites of sound

And if they are not spoken out my words dissolve in time

So reader read aloud and save these lines from fate obscure

For verses left unspoken will be thoughts and nothing more

The Grim Reaper

You think I am responsible
I'm not
The flesh upon my weary bones
May rot
My putrid life is festering
Like sores
So you think I have no values and
No mores
Despising is the easiest
To do
For understanding needs the will
From you
And no man would invest his time
You see
But destiny has played a trick
On me
For I was once a someone in
These parts
But once the rumours spread we close
Our hearts
A man who's labelled does not have
A choice
They cast you off and take away
Your voice
And being out there's no way back
You know
And I have reaped what other men
Did sow

Pulse

Stop to feel a heartbeat
Everything is fine
Life is ticking over
In the hands of time
Moments lost in chaos
Wonderful release
After seek reflection
Time to make some peace
Life it should be balanced
Up and sometimes down
Swing or roundabout as
Merry we go round
Future's never certain
Yesterday is gone
Feel the rhythm pulsing
Moving you along

Bread is Buttered

I wanted something carnal but you went and raised the tone
Decided we should wait a little while
And all my urges now suppressed beneath your weighty tome
Engagement rules are very much your style
The kiss me quick and see you later tell me what's your name
Is not what you would really like to do
I pop my cork for cheap and cheerful plonker is my game
But you are used to grander types of cru
So how's your father oh of course to you he his pa-pa
And you're the darling apple of his eye
But I know where me bread is buttered not so la de dah
Your upper crust's not on my humble pie
So princess, time has come for me to do one out of here
I thank you for the kiss upon me cheek
But I am more a charmer than a princely lord or peer
This cinderfella's not the man you seek
The rich girl with her grace and favour poor man's out the door
And all is fair in wars of love and class
The passion that I offered left you wanting so much more
Your golden boy was just a load of brass

Human Need

Each of us entirely unique
Fundamentally we are the same
Need, desire, comfort, that we seek
Race that is this funny human game
Food and shelter first without a doubt
Toil and then some warmth for when we rest
Build a home to keep the danger out
Love to soothe that ache within our breast
Friends who give a pat upon the back
Pride in all the milestones we’ve achieved
Strive to be the best that we can be
Hierarchy of the human need
Actualise the self creatively
Maslow’s thoughts enshrined in poetry