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Off Topic National Poetry Day

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  1. Chazz Rheinhold

    Chazz Rheinhold Well-Known Member

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    As I was out walking on a corner one day,
    I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
    His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor
    And I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more.
    Only a hobo, but one more is gone
    Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
    Leavin' nobody to carry him home
    Only a hobo, but one more is gone
    A blanket of newspaper covered his head,
    As the curb was his pillow, the street was his bed.
    One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come
    And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed.
    Only a hobo, but one more is gone
    Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
    Leavin' nobody to carry him home
    Only a hobo, but one more is gone
    Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down,
    To look up on the world from a hole in the ground,
    To wait for your future like a horse that's gone lame,
    To lie in the gutter and die with no name?
    Only a hobo, but one more is gone
    Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
    Leavin' nobody to carry him home
    Only a hobo, but one more is gone
     
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  2. Chazz Rheinhold

    Chazz Rheinhold Well-Known Member

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    Not strictly poetry but...


    Dear God, hope you get the letter and
    I pray you can make it better down here
    I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
    But all the people that you made in your image
    See them starving on their feet
    'Cause they don't get enough to eat from God
    I can't believe in you

    Dear God, sorry to disturb you but
    I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
    We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
    And all the people that you made in your image
    See them fighting in the street
    'Cause they can't make opinions meet about God
    I can't believe in you

    Did you make disease and the diamond blue?
    Did you make mankind after we made you?
    And the Devil too!

    Dear God don't know if you noticed but
    Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book
    And us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look
    And all the people that you made in your image
    Still believing that junk is true
    Well I know it ain't, and so do you
    I can't believe in
    I don't believe

    I won't believe in heaven or hell
    No saints, no sinners, no devil as well
    No pearly gates, no thorny crown
    You're always letting us humans down
    The wars you bring, the babes you drown
    Those lost at sea and never found
    And it's the same the whole world 'round
    The hurt I see helps to compound
    The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
    Is just somebody's unholy hoax
    And if you're up there you'll perceive
    That my heart's here upon my sleeve
    If there's one thing I don't believe in

    It's you
     
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  4. SimonGraysJacket

    SimonGraysJacket Well-Known Member

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    I used to like going to City,
    But owners a right pair of titties,
    The old man is ailing,
    The son's motto is "failing"
    Now I'll leave it to someone more witty.
     
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  5. Obadiah

    Obadiah Well-Known Member

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    Far from crazy pavements
    The taste of silver spoons
    A clinical arrangement
    On a dirty afternoon

    Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
    Are rendered obsolete
    The legal term is null and void
    In the case of Beasley Street

    In the cheap seats where murder breeds
    Somebody is out of breath
    Sleep is a luxury they don't need
    A sneak preview of death

    Belladonna is your flower
    Manslaughter your meat
    Spend a year in a couple of hours
    On the edge of Beasley Street

    Where the action isn't
    That's where it is
    State your position
    Vacancies exist

    In an X-certificate exercise
    Ex-servicemen excrete
    Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
    In a box on Beasley Street

    From the boarding houses and the bedsits
    Full of accidents and fleas
    Somebody gets it
    Where the missing persons freeze

    Wearing dead men's overcoats
    You can't see their feet
    A riff joint shuts opens up
    Right down on Beasley Street

    Cars collide, colors clash
    Disaster movie stuff
    For a man with a Fu Manchu mustache
    Revenge is not enough

    There's a dead canary on a swivel seat
    There's a rainbow in the road
    Meanwhile on Beasley Street
    Silence is the code

    Hot beneath the collar
    An inspector calls
    Where the perishing stink of squalor
    Impregnates the walls

    The rats have all got rickets
    They spit through broken teeth
    The name of the game is not cricket
    Caught out on Beasley Street

    The hipster and his hired hat
    Drive a borrowed car
    Yellow socks and a pink cravat

    Nothing la-di-dah

    OAP, mother to be
    Watch the three-piece suite
    When ****-stoppered drains
    And crocodile skis
    Are seen on Beasley Street

    The kingdom of the blind
    A one-eyed man is king
    Beauty problems are redefined
    The doorbells do not ring

    A light bulb bursts like a blister
    The only form of heat
    Here a fellow sells his sister
    Down the river on Beasley Street

    The boys are on the wagon
    The girls are on the shelf
    Their common problem is
    That they're not someone else

    The dirt blows out
    The dust blows in
    You can't keep it neat
    It's a fully furnished dustbin
    Sixteen Beasley Street

    Vince the aging savage
    Betrays no kind of life
    But the smell of yesterday's cabbage
    And the ghost of last year's wife

    Through a constant haze
    Of deodorant sprays
    He says retreat
    Alsatians dog the dirty days
    Down the middle of Beasley Street

    People turn to poison
    Quick as lager turns to piss
    Sweethearts are physically sick
    Every time they kiss

    It's a sociologist's paradise
    Each day repeats
    On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy
    Beastly Beasley Street

    Eyes dead as vicious fish
    Look around for laughs
    If I could have just one wish
    I would be a photograph

    On a permanent Monday morning
    Get lost or fall asleep
    When the yellow cats are yawning
    Around the back of Beasley Street
     
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  7. Stockholm Tiger

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    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
     
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  8. Stockholm Tiger

    Stockholm Tiger Well-Known Member

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    If I die in a war zone,
    Box me up & send Me Home,
    Put My Medals on My Chest,
    Tell My Mum I did My Best,
    Tell My Dad not to Bow,
    He won’t get tension from Me now,
    Tell My Brother to study perfectly,
    Keys of My Car will be His permanently,
    Tell My Sister not to be upset,
    Her Brother will not Rise after this Sunset,
    Tell My Love not to Cry…
    Because I am a soldier born to die....
     
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    Amin Yapusi Well-Known Member

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    This lady is taking a fist
    Her bum hole is up to the wrist
    If you asked me to state
    My preferred sexual fate
    This wouldn't be top of my list

    Limerick Larry
     
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  11. Plum

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    More verse than poem but a good shout for a funeral.

    Death Is Nothing At All

    Death is nothing at all
    I have only slipped away into the next room
    I am I and you are you
    Whatever we were to each other
    That we are still
    Call me by my old familiar name
    Speak to me in the easy way you always used
    Put no difference into your tone
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
    Laugh as we always laughed
    At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
    Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
    Let it be spoken without effort
    Without the ghost of a shadow in it
    Life means all that it ever meant
    It is the same as it ever was
    There is absolute unbroken continuity
    What is death but a negligible accident?
    Why should I be out of mind
    Because I am out of sight?
    I am waiting for you for an interval
    Somewhere very near
    Just around the corner
    All is well.
    Nothing is past; nothing is lost
    One brief moment and all will be as it was before
    How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

    Canon Henry Scott-Holland
     
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