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Poems and word experiments

  1. Get Lost

    by , 05-26-2009 at 05:20 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    Get Lost

    Pack up your sad face and
    walk away from me
    I donít need it anymore.

    Was I ever heard to say
    Store your troubles here with me ?
    Did you ever hear me hawk
    Buy yer troubles here one and all?
    So go away,
    Just walk away
    Leave.
    Go on

    Iíve played this game before
    You are gonna leave one day
    so walk your troubles out the door
    Today.

    Iíve my own tangle ...

    Updated 05-26-2009 at 06:18 PM by Nightshade

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  2. Manchester Blues

    by , 05-26-2009 at 05:19 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    It rains here, mate!
    Nigh on 500 days a year
    Swear its true.

    The sky is leaden grey
    But beautiful in a strange
    Mancunnian way.
    Gay!

    Blue? Here?
    In the sky?
    Tell a lie!
    Demsí Magic buses

    You don't get no Blues in Manchester
    except the fans of course
    cheap drinks, cheap food, cheap shops
    what mores you want?

    22/5/2009

    Updated 05-26-2009 at 05:26 PM by Nightshade

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  3. Ther is only one person to blame

    by , 05-26-2009 at 05:18 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    Swimming through custard
    Life what drag

    Sticky sickly sweetness
    Sucks me into its depths,
    was that a fly that just whizzed by?

    Cold gel fills my lungs
    I cant breathe, tired now
    Where has ambition gone?
    Drive , hope, enthusiasm?

    Instead I am mired in this pseudo
    Reality trapped by my laziness
    Iím warped and who is there to blame?

    No one,
    No one but myself.

    13/4/2008 ...
  4. Reality

    by , 05-26-2009 at 05:17 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    We were born of sheep's dreams,
    we were born of grass.
    Neither of us is quite there
    we are nought but dreams and gas.

    So it hardly matters that I've killed you,
    Chopped you up for stew and pie.
    Because you my dear don't exist
    Nor in point of fact do I.

    Cackle! Hiss! Bubble and boil!
    Umdiddle dee and umdiddle DIE!

    We are characters in someone's brain
    though I am not quite certain who.
    But ...
  5. Second Hand joy

    by , 04-18-2008 at 02:29 AM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    Somethings are better new and shiny
    fresh and crinkly with lots of wrapping.

    A strawberry will make you happy
    for all of five minutes or so.

    But somethings are better off old,
    amtiques classics and all.

    Somethings will last forever
    others a moment or two

    Updated 08-20-2008 at 05:27 PM by Nightshade

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