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Get the Drift

2012-02-19T22:25:00.001Z

At home with kids
Son snoring bids
Farewell to the wife
Gone to work
To help life
With some nights
In a home
Wiping ass
Old dying clones
I feel bad
Here with my lad
All snuggled in bed
The other asleep
In his own room
Won't wake for a boom
Oh telly is now off
Just the sound of the house
And my beautiful boys
And a little green mouse
The little green mouse?
Has stopped talking
The little green mouse
Has stopped shrieking
The little green mouse
Better keep shtum
Shut up, be quiet
Please right now!
Sick of the constant
Demands for
Non idle hands and
Beer and cream cheese
And plenty of these...
Kick him off the bed
he's not welcome tonight
As he slopes
Of to party
I can hear its
Just started
I can just see his
Hole in the wall
A small glow
down the hall
And a swirl of
White lights
From his DJ disco ball.....

Final Draft

2011-09-10T17:33:00.000+01:00

Visions of Our Iris Jones

Your black and white
With dark round specs
Holding the girls
Within sepia flecks

Through a camera flash bulb
All the years that remind
Like the hollow box staircase
Up to Nanny's flat rise

See your happy smiling face
Or concern through your eyes
Memory of a red cord
An intercom in the hall

Some lunch and some biscuits
A lakes view could afford
The man in the van,
Whose the man in the wall.

With a veteran of Wars
pubs, work, Walsall & turns
You waited on his tea
Brown sauce, cigarettes burn.

At my level a bin lid
And its brown tea stains,
When we were just kids
Through leafy green lanes.

The tea leaves in the cup
scotch teapot leaf strains
When we were young pups
With outrageous names

With kindness and thought
There's the gentlest of love
the gifts that you bought
from around and above

Where would you take me
If you could have driven
Just where would we be
With a lifetime forgiven

Playing the lottery games
With a great big warm heart
slippers made for your feet
Grand kids and their art

I remember the treats
And the family roast
The gifts and big teddies
Christmas telly and toast

The dinner was ready
For the family time,
The clock ticked on steady
For your hours will chime.

If I peered in your heart
Gentle emotional stuff
A steady hard start
Your life was enough.

Truth seen in your eyes
When we gazed in a hurry
could ask you no questions
So I said not to worry.

Eyes once clear as the skies
You couldn't well tell me
The lows and the highs
You could tell us no lies.

You wouldn't speak
We were aware of your time
Sadness no leaks
And without a dime.

I held onto your hand
Like when we arrived
Like how we will stand
When we fire up the band

But the train won't wait
It must be on track
We'll jump on it later,
It always comes back.

See you when we get there,
When we come in to land,
we can drink some strong tea
And we can hold hands.

Our Iris Jones (first draft)

2011-09-09T08:08:00.001+01:00

Our Iris Jones

Your black and white
With dark round specs
Holding the girls
Within sepia flecks
Through a camera flash bulb
All the years that remind
Like the hollow box staircase
Up to Nanny's flat rise
See your happy smiling face
Or concern through your eyes
Memory of a red cord
An intercom in the hall
Some lunch and some biscuits
A lakes view could afford
The man in the van,
Whose the man in the wall.
With a veteran of Wars
pubs, work, Walsall & turns
You waited on his tea
Brown sauce cigarette burn.
At my level a bin lid
And its brown tea stains,
When we were just kids
The tea leaves in the cup
scotch teapot leaf strains
Will keep you all up
With kindness and thought
And the simplest of love.
Playing the lottery games
With a great big warm heart
slippers made for your feet
Grand kids and their names
I remember the treats
And the family fame
The gifts and big teddies
Christmas telly was enough.
If I peered in your heart
Glimmer emotional stuff
Truth seen in your eyes
When we gazed in a hurry
could ask you no questions
So I said not to worry
Eyes once clear as the skies
You couldn't well tell me
The lows and the highs
You could tell us no lies.
You wouldn't speak
We were aware of your time
I held onto your hand
Like when we arrived
But the train won't wait
It must be on track
We'll jump on it later
It always comes back.
We will see you when we get there,
When we come into land,
And we can drink some strong tea
And we can hold hands.

ElecTion Type

2011-05-06T01:19:00.001+01:00

T = ?

oh what I am saying as an MP is I hate? don't agree with, disrespect, don't understand, can't agree with, will not. campaign with, differ our views, will slander, will lie, will tell you something you might empathise with, will swing too, will ask for, can agree with, will ask for (if you vote for me) if the mood is gloomy, for the other party, but of course that council isn't my council so they are wrong..?

Rejection
Collapse
Don't like Cuts
Message is clear
Don't like the message, too far too fast?
Doorstep people are hard headed, to far too fast? £102? What a load of bollox........MP'S........cunts.

Tardy Kate the Slippery Seahorse

2011-04-26T22:29:00.000+01:00

Tardy Kate the Slippery Seahorse

Yeah won't be home
till late at this rate,
Lost my phone on roam
oh please what's my fate,
Never this tardy
Nor at this rate
She will be mardy
When I will be late,
She will have to be hardy
oh my, oh my,
Said hapless Laurel
oh what a state,
Ethical or moral?
oh what a fate
Who will be blamed
I will be, I will be
I will be shamed
If I'm late at this rate,
And will I be named
When I miss my date,
With the horse...
if I am late at this rate,
Did I say Horse?
to meet the good looking Kate
Don't tell her I said that
on our date but,
She smells like a cat
She will at this rate
Then scurry like rats
Then I'll be late,
If I don't
oh my... what...
I shan't and I wont
Be in a late date state,
Will I quiver and shake
When I'm late for Kate,
if I am late at this rate,
Will she take the bait
Like a fish in a fake
Net.. is it one of my traits,
chips salt, shake and bake
how will I wipe the slate,
With a tongue like a snake
oh mate what a state...
So let her eat cake
do you think it was fate
Will she be upset
that I should be late
She'll hiss it I bet
I'll leave Kate quite late
in a slippery state about
our late dinner date,
And who'll have the shout
When she's on all fours
about being late with clout.
Not me... and certainly not the horse.
ZJ

Target Practise

2011-04-24T21:58:00.001+01:00

Something wrong with today's earwigs
Their not wired up right
Don't like the ones on the figs
And the weirdy on Burroughs head flights
The men in the silly brown wigs
Yes the ones who lecture on life
When the time comes for me to shoot
I hope I don't hit my wife.

Vinegar Stroke

2011-04-23T22:27:00.001+01:00

Asleep, oh no
I am bored and wish to
Make a transaction
From the bank of exploit
Visions and real feels
Poke em and poke me
With and without coke
Inxs but without the choke
You'll probably see me
On the vinegar stroke...
ZJ

New

2011-04-23T22:21:00.000+01:00

At last I have some new friends, some new money and new trends.........bring it on and leave it behind....

Wave of Dignity

2011-03-24T08:50:00.001Z

A warning over transmitted waves
We have been taught once before
The power of mother natures ways
Not once, or twice but many more
Quakes make a drop in the ocean
Shifting water when pressures raised
When the Japanese shook with emotion
They waited and submitted names
Old fears of nuclear fission
After seeing the coast swept away
They make it their primary mission
To clean up dignified each day
No matter what ever it has cost
Respect to each other and law
They cast love to those they have lost
Helping spirits close many dead doors.

Dirty Date (Pornographer Poetry Series)

2011-03-16T22:36:00.002Z

Dirty Date

Hey would you like to go
For a drink with me
If you say yes
Here's what I see
I'll look at your neck
I'll glance at your bum
You won't know
that was done

I will notice your nipples
When they are stiff
I'll get an erection
When I get a whiff
Of your perfume
Mingled with your body
You won't notice this.

Your boobs are amazing
I wish I could touch
And your luscious lips
I like very much
You said yes and why not
To a drink or such
I must honestly admit
I felt rather butch...

Oh I really want you hot
So after a few drinks
I really want what not
We go back to your house
Maybe a snog methinks
Some coffee anticipation
To settle and suck face
With natural perspiration

Then I decide to try a thigh
Then your back and tight belly
Not venturing too high
I go around, turn to jelly
The side of your boob,
Oh weighty, oh so firm
Don't think we'll need the lube
My hard on gives a squirm
So I hold and cup and neade
Ahoy! another a stern
Then I try down south and squeeze
Your crotch, that feels real warm
What a turn on what a wheeze

Change, return to tits and arms....
Then at last you make a grab for it
Through my jeans a naïve touch
You rub my stiffy dick
You grip and hold my packet
Oh where did I leave my jacket?
Now plunging down below
Into pants and hairs and holes
All squishy and rather tight then.....

You pull my cock right out!
With a murmur and a shiver
You then cum on top of my finger
With all a shivering and quiver
So now I'm not really embarrassed
When my penis starts to feel harassed
And I squidge a tidy packet
All up your arm and sleeve
Narrowly missing aforesaid jacket
And I cannot quite believe
When you lick it up and lap it

But we agree to meet again
As its getting rather late
And we will definitely shag
And we'll have a suck & lick
So I scratch my empty bag
After licking your wet lips
Then I'll stick a dick in it
The next time that we date
The next time we do coffee
She said I taste of toffee...
Yes we'll have another date
as its getting rather late....

Seat of Leadership

2011-03-03T12:04:00.000Z

Yes the seat of leaders
Yes the stupid bleeders
Rich, tall and privileged
All terribly civilised
But let's not forget
The lies and regrets
That walked corridors
And made up the law
Keeping us down
To prop up the clowns.

Love

2011-03-03T11:54:00.001Z

...Or hate this is a difficult question, I think it is more easily answered with apathy.

Extraordinary

2011-03-03T09:10:00.000Z

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Blockheads

2011-03-02T23:01:00.004Z

Blockheads

Blockheads
Waiting for the men
Who will show up when
They need to sound like then
When Ian stood in front of them
I'm lucky in the fact that I'm helping
With the vans and roadies for the night
So I will hear the rhythm stick

I will see him stumble and fight
bang on the floor once more

and the mighty walking tick,
If only to imagine for sure,
that he was still around
to hear a present spirit
where no other can be found,
clickety clack stack of the little man

whose back from the big land of verse

He was almost christened Stan
through the sublime city of words.

Fell in Together

2011-03-02T23:01:00.003Z

We fell in together
and brushed off the world
Cos I'd found my girl
in a pub called 'The Earl'
I'd come from the Midlands,
a dirty old mirror
From industrial beginnings,
or a pearl, a pearl in an ocean,
And the salt of the earth
I'd come from the Midlands
I'd fought off my nerves,
From a difficult birth
To fall into a new life with
With my travel trunk and her.

Poets Blog?

2011-03-02T22:27:00.001Z

Well what do you expect to hear here then?

Seasonal Danger Verse

2010-12-22T13:06:00.001Z

Christmas time in the countryside
Snow in the fields, trees
Farms, cottages, park slides
Yellow snow at the bus stop
Behind the telephone box
A yuletide log covered up
All over the pavement and doors
Watch out where you sing your carols
There is yellow snow on the floor.

Driving Under the Influence

2010-12-20T15:10:00.001Z

Fell asleep while at the mobile phone, woke up with a truck on my head, quite dead, plenty of claret...

London Cabbies

2010-12-20T12:13:00.000Z

Just a couple of points...

- you have your own lane, don't get arsey when you can't get out of it.
- that's fine, just do a u turn from a stand still kerb position right in front of me, I don't mind at all.
- just stop there, don't worry, I will wait.
- toot your horn charitably whenever someone doesn't know the road layout as well as you.
- never rush anywhere with a client on board.
- if you don't have a client, drive like a looney and expect everyone else to let you out of a junction, in and get out of the way.
- I'm already on the island so when I indicate and exit correctly don't get irate when I cut you up because you are trying to get up the inside of me after only just joining the island thinking your the salt of the earth, god given right, cockney sparrer twat.
- another parked car in your bus and taxi lane? Tough Shit......
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