I read a poem, written
with me in mind and
couldn’t believe someone
would be so kind, to say
as she had, with words
that touched my heart.
All I can say in reply, is
to say I really look forward
to seeing her to the right
of my screen.
Love will tear us apart sang
Joy Division, in a video
that brings back times past,
as Kim Wilde talks of her
Kids In America with her
recollection, of the perms
and the shoulder pads; the
vibrant colours, of the style
of the day.
And I was younger then,
knowing less than I do now:
but the music, ah the music,
it Spins me Round like a record
baby, round round.
Just watching Toyah Wilcox on ‘Good Moorning’. And, though Past Moment’s of Now can look good ~ those of tomorrow, could be even better, don’t you think?
Down the canal towpath they walk, swagger sticks held to the sides of their thighs, Bowler hat tilted, to a rakish angle, as eyes survey the bridge ahead: and a cod-piece adjusted give solace to the one hit in his nuts, by the natural leader of the trio; whose black bovver-boots and yellow laces, flattened straight, look as sharp and shiny as any Droog might want, till the tramps blood is spilt, all over their tip.
And Alex, the fellow, the miscreant that he is, tries to wipe the red off where it doesn’t belong, so he thinks. Yet society will say, tomorrow, in black on white, that the red should not have been spilt: and Alex, will sit and drink of his milk, cleaning, the tips of his boots. And he might even say, “We going a walk, my fellows and I?” He does like to hear, the squeal of the red.
COMMENTS
You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured! Praise god!
Kopat y'slovos, me dobby droog!
Listening carefully
to her inflected drawl,
he heeds her laugh
as once again, he
pronounces a word,
that’s pleasing, to
her ear; and, he can’t
help but grin himself,
as he appreciates her
response. And, though
he is known, to take
umbrage at a perceived
slight; the fellow quite
actively enjoys, this aural
dissection, so finally goes
to bed with a smile.
COMMENTS
lovely.
I cant believe you used words like > umbridge and aural dissection....and put them together in such a wonderful way x
A polite rebel i know...
17:39:46 - Jul 14 2008
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i enjoy things that are sent.
the text that is read.
and the time that is spent.
no moment is wasted
for time sequences we have waited.
spinning in a desk chair
legs crossed
eyes filled with anticipation
keeping myself occupied until i see that small icon on my right-screen
or for another window to open.
what will we say today?
COMMENTS
bet she does :)
It's sure to make her smile.
So....did she???
she noticed
..it'd left me 'awestruck'
Suzie Quatro has canned the can, now the
Brotherhood of Man tie a yellow ribbow
round the old oak tree & I wonder where
do you go to Chrispian St. Peters? as these
seventies hits play in the background for me,
while I sit here and type.
COMMENTS
This is one of my favorites yet. I love it!
LOVE Suzie Quatro!!
smiles brings back some memories...i hate to own up to the fact I was a disco queen but loved all the music from "our" time.
COMMENTS
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Darkinfatuation428
23:47 Jul 27 2008
isn't anticipation....wonderful?
demonlovesyou
06:41 Sep 16 2008
Oh so lovely rhyme
so lovely verse,
The rhymes like this flown sweetly and penetrate into heart.
I become most fan of you. Though the al poems will take may days to read as cant read more that 4 poems a Day
I loved the Rhymes.
RainingLove
18:51 May 06 2010
sweet Neil.