Ubiquitous Prat
11-17-2006, 11:19 AM
Hi,
I am, with more than a touch of luck, praying to be a novelist, someday. Anyway, to practice i write short poems. Inspired by just about everything, mainly though the crap that happens in modern day, lower working class England. Also by Palermo and its food, 60's English music, i suppose mainly latin women and a load of other stuff.
Anyway, i was told, some of these poems are quite good. So i just thought id ask for the opinion of people like you ;) Be as brutal as you like, but i prefer a constructive critique :D So, here are 5 of the better ones, they dont have titles yet.
1.
Kinky afternoons, with sex and brandy,
before early evening walks
Accompany fresh sea food,
and rustic Bordeaux wines
2.
This life is inextricable
It's enough to make you cry,
from the very pit of your belly
You make your excuses,
you get by on lies
Theres a fat ****in elephant
It sits on our minds,
we know nothing of it
3.
Cigarettes and Guinness
Piss on the floor
4.
They jump on the northen line
They jump form tall buildings
People travel to watch
5.
He grumbles of shanks in dimly lit shortcuts
Perhaps fist fights in the park
Retribution for ****'ups gone past
:banana:
I am, with more than a touch of luck, praying to be a novelist, someday. Anyway, to practice i write short poems. Inspired by just about everything, mainly though the crap that happens in modern day, lower working class England. Also by Palermo and its food, 60's English music, i suppose mainly latin women and a load of other stuff.
Anyway, i was told, some of these poems are quite good. So i just thought id ask for the opinion of people like you ;) Be as brutal as you like, but i prefer a constructive critique :D So, here are 5 of the better ones, they dont have titles yet.
1.
Kinky afternoons, with sex and brandy,
before early evening walks
Accompany fresh sea food,
and rustic Bordeaux wines
2.
This life is inextricable
It's enough to make you cry,
from the very pit of your belly
You make your excuses,
you get by on lies
Theres a fat ****in elephant
It sits on our minds,
we know nothing of it
3.
Cigarettes and Guinness
Piss on the floor
4.
They jump on the northen line
They jump form tall buildings
People travel to watch
5.
He grumbles of shanks in dimly lit shortcuts
Perhaps fist fights in the park
Retribution for ****'ups gone past
:banana: