My Entire Poerty Collection

[dunya]

Thanks Robert Neville.
I like "My name badge is falling off".

Thankfully I don't have to deal with the customers much, but I wouldn't mind shredding them with a few sharp words (should they be handy), or if that fails a knife...

[Robert Neville]

The Girl Made Of Darkness


Your silence makes more noise than thunder
Looking at the floor in wonder
But seeing nothing
Cemeteries welcome you like the friends you
Wished you had
Feeling humdrum
Alone as one

It doesn’t mean much less
That the girl made of darkness
Produced a suicide note
That she clumsily wrote

Your waiting for the last lethal turn
Never wanting to return
Always nothing
Cemeteries welcome you no-more
Life has nothing in store
Feeling humdrum
Alone as one

It doesn’t mean much less
That the girl made of darkness
Produced a suicide note
That she clumsily wrote

Made of darkness
couldn’t care less

[LukaInExile]

You are very brave for posting your poetry. I would never do it.

[Robert Neville]

Lonely On a limb



Taking advantage of all the opportunities
And still progressing sideward
Staring into space to look at luminaries
My body is still awkward
And I’m only made of sandpaper
Its all rough out here
Bad times I have all encountered
Lying inside of the frontier
Only wanting to just disappear

Its lonely on a limb
Its ever so lonely on a limb

So I tried to go for a walk in the rain
But I got absolutely nowhere
There’s nothing left to obtain
Somebody get me out of here
And I’m only made of sandpaper
Its all rough out here
Bad times I have all encountered
Lying inside of the frontier
Only wanting to just disappear

Its lonely on a limb
Its ever so lonely on a limb

[Robert Neville]

You are very brave for posting your poetry. I would never do it.

ah go on and do it, what is the worst that could possibly happen

[Brel]

Making Poetry History

[Robert Neville]

Making Poetry History

I like history as well

[Robert Neville]

I like history as well

sorry, I forgot the inane two faces so..
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[Robert Neville]

Behind A Hedge In Daylight


I’m not saying you wouldn’t like to
I just thought that you might
Like to meet me behind a hedge in daylight
We could give passers-by an awful fright
Only because we are doing what normal things
Do at night
We might get thorns in our sides
But we could make startling finds
Daylight turns to afternoon
And it will be over rather soon

You could leave and go home
But no-one wants to see that sight
So stay behind the hedge in afterlight
We could watch kids fly their kites
And hold hands, nothing more
I’m to polite
Feelings are crashing like waves in the tide
And we are falling behind
Afternoon turns to over too soon
Bring back the afternoon

Oh the birds circle my head
And im running away
don’t peck my heart out

[Robert Neville]

Alfie Lends A Hand


Always willing, Always being
Helpful, always a handful
Taking the money
Keeping his mouth shut
Life isn’t always funny, honey
As Alfie, lends a hand
To the brothers grim
Time slips through sand
And he is at their whim

Always willing to make a killing
Helpful, always a handful
Just if you wonder
He’ll be alright as long
As he keeps his mouth shut
Everything will be smooth but
Alfie, Alfie lent a hand
To brothers grim
Now serving time
Just for the money

But after all
He is just glad to have swept their backyard

[Robert Neville]

The Angel Inside Went Sour


Plaster on my left eyebrow
My right remains underground
As the church bells slowly die
(well it was about time)
As priests and vicars
Repent their wasted lives
The angel inside went sour
And Catholics start to cower
Its everyone’s final hour
Friends rebel! It could be
For the last time
And the dark clouds
Litter the morning sky
Remember, we only live in pigsties
Rich people look at their possessions
And the money
What a wasted life they led
In their stable, warm homes
But they still wonder why
They are the poor when they die
And as my eyebrows
Fall from my face
Was their a need for a plaster?
When you’re looking fact to face
With a disaster
The angel inside went sour
In life, nobody has the power

Run! Run! Run!
The time has come
It’s the end of the world
As your song stops on the radio

[Reelaround]

you assume half right, and my chest has lots of things on it, let alone gay poetry.

+ I am no good at explaining poetry, that is not my job, but "everthing becomes elusion" means everything escapes my mouth I guess.




Patience

No it's okay, but I was just thinking of the adjective elusive and the noun illusion

[Robert Neville]

Merry Christmas (Santa Doesn’t Care)



Unemployment is rising
Dwindling is the sterling
My radiator isn’t working
And neither am I
And wind is whirling through
The frame where my window used to be

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

The economy is in tatters
So are the clothes in my wardrobe
The bath doesn’t get hot
And neither do I
Sitting around in a bathrobe
That barely reaches my knees

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

[Practising Troublemaker]

Merry Christmas (Santa Doesn’t Care)



Unemployment is rising
Dwindling is the sterling
My radiator isn’t working
And neither am I
And wind is whirling through
The frame where my window used to be

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

The economy is in tatters
So are the clothes in my wardrobe
The bath doesn’t get hot
And neither do I
Sitting around in a bathrobe
That barely reaches my knees

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

Ha, very nice mate. It has certainly lifted my spirits for the pestering season.

Love PTxx.

[Ben Budd]

Poetry is overrated, real men become lyricists.

[Practising Troublemaker]

Poetry is overrated, real men become lyricists.

Oi, oi, watch it!

Love PTxx.

[Ben Budd]

Foreign Fields, coming to a crappy pub venue near you in the new year...

[Practising Troublemaker]

Foreign Fields, coming to a crappy pub venue near you in the new year...

...and I shall be in that crappy pub venue.

Like your signature...Gene are in my top 5 British bands!

Love PTxx.

[Reelaround]

Merry Christmas (Santa Doesn’t Care)



Unemployment is rising
Dwindling is the sterling
My radiator isn’t working
And neither am I
And wind is whirling through
The frame where my window used to be

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

The economy is in tatters
So are the clothes in my wardrobe
The bath doesn’t get hot
And neither do I
Sitting around in a bathrobe
That barely reaches my knees

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

Oh stop it now, you're enjoying the miserablist stuff a bit too much

[Robert Neville]

Flying the flag


Half mast, second to last
Number ten, pig play pen
I haven’t seen jack in weeks
Or George
But its only what I’m used to


And isn’t it a shame that we only see Jack when the fallen come home?
And when they stop coming home? What then? What then?

Gunshot, that kind
Salute to a dying symbol
It is not nationalistic
Its only the principle
And not what I’m used to

And isn’t it a shame that we only see Jack when the fallen come home?
And when they stop coming home? What then? What then?


Through the turnstiles
To a crowd once so vile
Singing about a queen to save
Flying the flag
Is it enough?

And isn’t it a shame that we only see Jack when the fallen come home?
And when they stop coming home? What then? What then?

They’ve stopped coming home
But it isn’t over
We just cant afford the fuel or cloth