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Sunday, September 9, 2018
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From Tad Richards:
Write a poem about, or including a reference to, someone you’ve never included in a poem before. Someone you know, or someone in your family, not a celebrity.
ok. she smells of strawberries she tastes of hot girl sweat and raspberries but my greatest regret
asked her to marry me she laughed and said " i'm not the marrying kind " but still i want the gold bands that bind when she left, i thought i was dead my heart turned to lead she was like finding gold, in a shit heap find i'd give everything i owned, just to buy her a cup of tea
but now she is out on loaned to anybody with vodka, chicken and a lovely skin toned.
" lost and alone in the land of the dead " - the smashing pumpkins.
thanks guys. i'll try to get another one together.
i told you about her, but i never wrote a poem about her before. she could be the most insane creature on the planet.....and that includes duck billed platypusses ha ha - love - paul.
a sad story bonita. reminded me of lynne watson that used to sit next to me in math class. she was so beautiful and i was so shy, i used to sweat every time i talked to her...i made her laugh, but mainly by accident - love and old friends - paul.
been my best friend for forty years through the disasterous relationships and the grrrrrr'ss! he plays the guitar much better than me but he can't sing for toffee his humour is like groucho quips
we sat next to each other in every school class and admired lynne watson's perfect ass we like all the same music and the same political garbage makes us sick
there was the horror of tracy anderson but that's all long gone now we just get along.
i'm here for a while, if anyone wants to post - love - paul.
thanks bonita. he once said to me " if you ever write your autobiography, it'll have to go in the fiction section, 'cos nobody would believe it " ha ha
i could have gone on with this for ages tash ( lost on a mountain, both wanting the same girl, sitting outside the record shop waiting for the new iron maiden album to be delivered etc ) but library's have to close sometime.....no idea why libraries can't be open 24-7 - love and peace - paul.
THE DEVIL'S DAUGHTER
ReplyDeleteok. she smells of strawberries
she tastes of hot girl sweat
and raspberries
but my greatest regret
asked her to marry me
she laughed and said
" i'm not the marrying kind "
but still i want the gold bands that bind
when she left, i thought i was dead
my heart turned to lead
she was like finding gold, in a shit heap find
i'd give everything i owned, just to buy her a cup of tea
but now she is out on loaned
to anybody with vodka, chicken and a lovely skin toned.
" lost and alone in the land of the dead " - the smashing pumpkins.
thanks guys. i'll try to get another one together.
i told you about her, but i never wrote a poem about her before. she could be the most insane creature on the planet.....and that includes duck billed platypusses ha ha - love - paul.
DeleteLost love is so poignant, and you tell of it so well.
Deletethanks tash. she was more trouble than the second world war with more pouting ha ha - love and peace - paul.
Deleteshe sounds familiar... have you told me stories of her before?
ReplyDeleteYou sat in front of me in math class
ReplyDeletea sad, shy, quiet boy
no rough housing or sass
so little happiness or joy
A sad shy quiet boy
you had few friends - showed
so little happiness or joy
my heart with sorrow overflowed
You had few friends - showed
your courage when you joined the service
my heart with sorrow overflowed
When the local paper posted the notice
Your courage when you joined the service
didn't live long as you died
when the local paper posted the notice
For the shy quiet boy I cried
Didn't live long as you died
no rough housing or sass
for the shy quiet boy I cried
you sat in front of me in math class
http://www.vvmf.org/Wall-of-Faces/45554/JOSEPH-A-SANTONE
a sad story bonita. reminded me of lynne watson that used to sit next to me in math class. she was so beautiful and i was so shy, i used to sweat every time i talked to her...i made her laugh, but mainly by accident - love and old friends - paul.
DeleteWow...very poignant and touching...sad and sweetly written...I loved the pantoum form for this poem. It really worked well.
DeleteLovely sad poem and you really do know how to put that poetic form to good use.
Deletethe title is self explanitory.
ReplyDeleteMY BEST MATE
been my best friend for forty years
through the disasterous relationships
and the grrrrrr'ss!
he plays the guitar much better than me
but he can't sing for toffee
his humour is like groucho quips
we sat next to each other in every school class
and admired lynne watson's perfect ass
we like all the same music
and the same political garbage makes us sick
there was the horror of tracy anderson
but that's all long gone
now we just get along.
i'm here for a while, if anyone wants to post - love - paul.
love it! made me smile and laugh and just an enjoyable write!
DeleteLiked this honest poem so much! It told a wonderful tale in just a few lines and said so much about the nature of friendship.
Deletethanks bonita. he once said to me " if you ever write your autobiography, it'll have to go in the fiction section, 'cos nobody would believe it " ha ha
Deletei could have gone on with this for ages tash ( lost on a mountain, both wanting the same girl, sitting outside the record shop waiting for the new iron maiden album to be delivered etc ) but library's have to close sometime.....no idea why libraries can't be open 24-7 - love and peace - paul.
DeleteFriends Always, for Laura Dodge
ReplyDeleteWe met over a hammer, I borrowed hers,
then the borrowing became a sharing,
and the sharing became a companionship.
In the handful of years we spent together
we experienced a lifetime of friendship;
in the evenings, I used to sing away her pain.
My friend can't call me from heaven now;
I miss our daily chats of this and that,
and her cheerful ways despite her suffering.
She told so many wonderful tales; her life
was filled with ups and downs, and yet
she rode them all with grace and laughter.
"I have to deal with what God gives me
and not ask why," she told me, and I
understood her deep faith and cherished her.
what a lovely friendship and a beautifully told story of it. I can tell you miss your friend dearly.
DeleteMany thanks, yes, she was very special and I surely do miss her.
Deletea lovely friendship tash. my friends keep dropping dead too. but that's more because my generation is stooooopid - your friend - paul.
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DeleteSIGH, Her 96 year old body couldn't sustain her yet her heart was that of a youngster.
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