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I'm All Yours!

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited June 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
It's a mystery of the ancients,
Those who left a clue of some existence,
Amongst trees which grow in sands.

When Shelley dwelt amongst the pines,
When Byron was his friend,
On an isle of cliffs and caves of clans.

The answers not yet found impotent,
Nor virile was the salacious mend,
Sit content, if it be proper, on your skinless glans.

Then some author of authorization,
Comes tumbling round in motion,
Stitches tie tether wounded, bloodied spans.

An Actor of the school downtown,
She's been seen round here with a frown,
No less is her pitiful, sometimes crazed, performance.

Crazy Mary she's givin' in to Boggers so it's known,
As there's a vacant place next to town,
I'll cry for her space in the brightest sun prance.

She's been camping with many fine people,
Swimming in a lake of blue and purple,
A stream of kindness, women and men with another chance.

Place me within a mix of sexual consciousness,
Space the bar one hundred times or less,
And find me in love with a slight, yet very beautiful, glance.
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
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Comments

  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    my, oh my.....
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    That's bloody marvellous, Olderman. I love it.
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    intense separationist ideology there. almost have to feel sorry for miss Crazy Mary don't you think? She seems a tad misunderstood. Heavy knocks from afar... and nailing an unknown author is always haute, as they say.

    well written tho. except for brightest sun prance. which hurts the inner aural.

    and so does the sentence I just wrote. lol. ah well. nobody's perfect at 5:17am. least of all myself.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    but you're more perfect than most.....and as the pm blends into the am.....I somehow feel we're gonna have another perfect day......welcome back!!!!

    (I'll nivvir 4get your 'eloquent policeman en vogue')
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    setaside2 wrote:
    intense separationist ideology there. almost have to feel sorry for miss Crazy Mary don't you think? She seems a tad misunderstood. Heavy knocks from afar... and nailing an unknown author is always haute, as they say.

    well written tho. except for brightest sun prance. which hurts the inner aural.

    and so does the sentence I just wrote. lol. ah well. nobody's perfect at 5:17am. least of all myself.

    thanks for reading. help me with the sun prance and i'll edit.

    and thanks to the mods for bringing back the edit button!!
    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
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    olderman wrote:
    It's a mystery of the ancients,
    Those who left a clue of some existence,
    Amongst trees which grow in sands.

    When Shelley dwelt amongst the pines,
    When Byron was his friend,
    On an isle of cliffs and caves of clans.

    The answers not yet found impotent,
    Nor virile was the salacious mend,
    Sit content, if it be proper, on your skinless glans.

    Then some author of authorization,
    Comes tumbling round in motion,
    Stitches tie tether wounded, bloodied spans.

    An Actor of the school downtown,
    She's been seen round here with a frown,
    No less is her pitiful, sometimes crazed, performance.

    Crazy Mary she's givin' in to Boggers so it's known,
    As there's a vacant place next to town,
    I'll cry for her space in the brightest sun prance.

    She's been camping with many fine people,
    Swimming in a lake of blue and purple,
    A stream of kindness, women and men with another chance.

    Place me within a mix of sexual consciousness,
    Space the bar one hundred times or less,
    And find me in love with a slight, yet very beautiful, glance.


    Is that an Olderman original?
    I hope because it made me break my self imposed message pit exile
    to tell you it is amazing, I love the references to the Masters, Shelley and Byron.
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    eden wrote:
    Is that an Olderman original?
    I hope because it made me break my self imposed message pit exile
    to tell you it is amazing, I love the references to the Masters, Shelley and Byron.

    it is mine own.

    thanks for posting. :)
    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
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