Justice of the Poetical Piece

Lots of Arian language also appearing....

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I'm old and cold and rather unsold

Bold is my mold as I've been told

Good as gold, and rolled to the fold

Set in my hold, and untold, in the wold

Tears Of The Sun, Darkness Falls, The Condemned

Devil's Advocate, Queen of the Damned

Willard, Magdalene, Skeletons in the Closet

Requiem For A Dream, Before Sunset

Entrapment, Monster, Human Traffic, Identity

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Duplicity

Kiss Kiss Bang, Bang, Pulp Fiction, Shade

From Hell, Blow, Spun, Heat, Derail, Made

The Dark Hours, Psych Out, Something's Gotta Give

Sin City, Last Man Standing, Shottas, The Fugitive

Possessed, Unleashed, Shooter, Assassination,

Low Blow, Running Red, Doing Life, Final Destination

I got chills and a fever and my knees wobble bad,

The thumping noise in my head is making me sad

My hair stands on end and my skin is warm to touch

I'm sweating all over and it's getting all too much.

I can't sleep at night but I'm dozing all day long

My mind is unclear so there must be something wrong

I can't stand the light that is shining in my face

I feel like I'm stuck somewhere out of place

My appetite is gone and I'm thirsty all the time

I've tried the lemon tea with a single slice of lime

My stomach growls angrily and aches like a pain

It's getting so much now that I think I'm now insane.

I got chills and a fever and my knees wobble bad,

The thumping noise in my head is making me sad

My hair stands on end and my skin is warm to touch

I'm sweating all over and it's getting all too much.

I can't sleep at night but I'm dozing all day long

My mind is unclear so there must be something wrong

I can't stand the light that is shining in my face

I feel like I'm stuck somewhere out of place

My appetite is gone and I'm thirsty all the time

I've tried the lemon tea with a single slice of lime

My stomach growls angrily and aches like a pain

It's getting so much now that I think I'm now insane.

I wanted to learn I.T. so i went and bought a computer

The software was hard to learn so I also hired a tutor

Studied many hours till dawn but all to no avail

And now I lie in my bed writing about this sad tale

I tried and tried and tried and tried and got no where fast

What the heck is a variable and does it go in first or last?

i wrote a sub routine but the concept didn't really sink in

I tore up all my study notes and threw them in the bin.

I played a PC first shooter game to ease all the frustration

But as the many hours passed I felt very little elation

Where is the exit to this level and how do I find those secrets?

It's all enough to give you that syndrome, that is called Tourettes.

I tried out the printer for some other notes I wrote last night

What is that noise the printer makes that gives you such a fright?

It whirrs and whizzes so much, it made me a nervous wreck

Finally it stops, ready to print, I almost rang for the Tech.

Printer Jam! What the ... WHAT? I really don't understand

This is all way over my head and is not as I had planned.

I've rung the local Charity shop to see if they want all my gear

And when it is all been taken away, I doubt that I'll shed a tear.

Twisted and creepy, the troll he does snarl

He lives with his mother and his name is Carl

His mother is pretty and his father is long gone

But has a pet gator whom he calls Ron.

Carl wanders the street but mainly at night

He likes to scare people into a big fright

They run and scream and cry and hide

As carl shakes his fists from side to side.

One time ago Carl came up to an old man

The man wasn't scared, his name was Stan

The old feller had his seen a lot of scarey things

And Carl wasn't as bad as a dog with bat wings

They both became good friends, two peas in a pod

Stan liked lamb and chicken and Carl preferred cod

One day Stan got sick and died a few days later

And Carl, like a good mate, fed Stan to his gator.

Birds of a flock, they gather in droves

Too many at once, they smell of cloves

Droppings all over, splatting the ground

Nothing is hidden but nothing is found

A sudden pop and there is a flutter of wings

They jump up in fright droppinf all their things

Scared and lost, they scatter so quickly

Leaving behind, a scene so sickly

Through the air they rush wild and free

Flying at speeds as if no one could see

Stopping only to rest when they feel safe

To cleanse their body from dust and chafe.

Oh joy, the flowers are blooming once more.

Sunshine is out and the rains no longer pour.

Clouds have cleared and the wind is ever so mild,

The plants show praise by swaying in the wild.

Animals abound like the deer and rabbits and birds,

They squawk and squeal as if it's their way with words.

The stream flows briskly with fish and other life

None of them wary of the recent wintery strife.

Do you really want me to write a poem as most know I'm not very good?

I suppose I could do one about the people in the local neighbourhood,

Maybe I could create a rhyming piece that would amuse you one and all,

But it might turn out rather awkward-looking as my timing is fairly dismal.

I do like to criticize poetry written by other people who think they can write,

And though I'm rather clever about it, not many agree with my insight.

I do give good comments but sometimes a poem is not to my liking or taste,

It seems that people spend too much effort on works that is a time of waste.

Let me see, how should I start? Do I begin with a question or a simple line?

Perhaps I could just write along a bit and all will turn out fine.

I like to write about inanimate objects rather than romance or hellish things,

It is easier to define a landscape than to explain my emotional upbringings.

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Far afar so far away

So far away so far

Away afar away so far

Afar away so far away.

Times are tough for teens anew

Life is long and very askew

Social skills do bring new friends

And foes do not make any ammends

Learning lessons takes much time

Right through life into their prime

Looks and beauty are shallow needs

But flowers are nicer than ugly weeds

Thoughts of issues can turn their mind

To wastelands of dread so very unkind

Passing puberty can be distraughtful

For the unwary, it's so unthoughtful

Later teens think they are mature

But really are just so simple and pure

Heading for that start of adulthood

May stop some, if only that they could.

24 November 2011

Dot

What dot?

This dot!

Dot.

"Where is Kate?" thought Mrs Tate "she is very late for this date." It's ten to eight, should she wait or leave it to fate for her to meet Nate. She opened the gate then sat on a crate, in a bit of a state as her teeth did grate, Will she exonerate if she brings a plate that will sate the new guys' palate?

He was a good mate, that guy named Nate, for her daughter called Kate. A man who was straight, danced with a gyrate, and could also skate. She had a bit of weight, but did highly rate, even though was often late. There is much to deliberate when arranging a date, using food as a bait.

The clock chimed eight and just arrived is Nate, He walked through the gate, past the crate, as Mrs Tate stood up and greeted Nate. There was not a sign of Kate, she was late!

Look, here comes Kate! Sorry to be late. But she did bring a plate. And they all sat down and ate.

"Where is Kate?" thought Mrs Tate "she is very late for this date."

It's ten to eight, should she wait or leave it to fate for her to meet Nate.

She opened the gate then sat on a crate, in a bit of a state as her teeth did grate,

Will she exonerate if she brings a plate that will sate the new guys' palate?

He was a good mate, that guy named Nate, for her daughter called Kate,

A man who was straight, danced with a gyrate, and could also skate.

She had a bit of weight, but did highly rate, even though was often late.

There is much to deliberate when arranging a date, using food as a bait.

The clock chimed eight and just arrived is Nate,

He walked through the gate, past the crate

Mrs Tate stood up and greeted Nate

There was not a sign of Kate, she was late!

Look, here comes Kate!

Sorry to be late.

But she did bring a plate.

And they all sat down and ate.

10 June 2011

Woods fly in darkness spreads and birds ease their wiles,

Sparse the land as dusk does spawn, keep the simple styles,

Lifting sun and moon between and many a noise does spark,

A single breath of clouded sky, the scene does show its mark.

Around the sea and in the depth, a shadow crawls silently,

Eyes are wide and rounded squares, not so intently,

Shifting sands and dust aloft sparring with the rocks,

Lapping waves of raging sides sets the rigid locks.

Mounds deplete the gentle roll, slaying the folding tide,

Stars are brisk and piercing, calling for a gentle ride,

Enlightened smiles of harmony bearing the sailing leaves,

East is West and North is South, neither have their grieves.

6th June 2011

The hint of mint is succinct to the taste of meat

Much ado is for you to prepare such a feat

Spice is nice, once or thrice, and add a bit of salt

The cook must look so there is not to be a fault.

To be sure, the temperature, must not be overly high

Otherwise the meal just dries and everyone will sigh

Dinner is a winner when it's made to a perfection

Win or lose it's best to use an oven with convection.