a couple of poems from 2005
olderman
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i found these while searching the forum for my lost poems
hope you enjoy these
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Military Madness
a white hot pill box on an oily beach in the south of Spain,
wherein youngsters pretend to be soldiers,
defending the old world from an invasion of salted sea dogs,
whose tempered leathered skins,
once ruled the seas and coastlines,
twice ruled the southern plains..
the bodegas now are filled with wine,
gypsies stomp upon the grapes,
such is the scent of Andalusia,
this is my memory,
of the beautiful Senoritas,
dancing Flamenco,
clapping Castanedas,
smiling at me,
a young man,
enthralled
and
in lust
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untitled
oh no,
don't go
down to the crick,
where rat poison spoils each stick,
and young boys and girls are in a state of joy...
please stay,
whispered the calm of a transient day,
stay your course,
press the love which might be coarse,
play on and enjoy...
trick the mind if you must,
lest you deny your crazy lust,
compounds built in a hippy world,
crazed degenerates in a swirl,
hope you enjoy these
----
Military Madness
a white hot pill box on an oily beach in the south of Spain,
wherein youngsters pretend to be soldiers,
defending the old world from an invasion of salted sea dogs,
whose tempered leathered skins,
once ruled the seas and coastlines,
twice ruled the southern plains..
the bodegas now are filled with wine,
gypsies stomp upon the grapes,
such is the scent of Andalusia,
this is my memory,
of the beautiful Senoritas,
dancing Flamenco,
clapping Castanedas,
smiling at me,
a young man,
enthralled
and
in lust
----
untitled
oh no,
don't go
down to the crick,
where rat poison spoils each stick,
and young boys and girls are in a state of joy...
please stay,
whispered the calm of a transient day,
stay your course,
press the love which might be coarse,
play on and enjoy...
trick the mind if you must,
lest you deny your crazy lust,
compounds built in a hippy world,
crazed degenerates in a swirl,
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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Cool poems!
thanks for that visual fins.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
i like the first one best.
totaly bad ass.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce