THE GATE
When there is no longer time to spend
I shan’t recite the words I’ve penned,
for Saint Peter who shall demand
that I recount deeds of my hand.
Nor shall I tell of corporate gains,
or of my ride on success’ train.
For those goals which possess us all
will ultimately measure small.
Instead I’ll tell of all the time
I spent reciting a nursery rhyme,
and when I rocked my babe till dawn
or rolled and laughed upon the lawn.
Those acts performed
by father or mother,
will measure far
beyond all others.
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Here's an effort to add to the growing thread..... my there are some classy writer here...lol no I mean it!!! Hadf a few giggles readin em and a few moments of .. thought and more thought about a few....
Great stuff.
Paul
The Internet blues..
Hey!
Y’know… It’s been a while.
But listen up to my excuse.
It’s a tale of the death of a friend of mine.
I’ll call it the Internet blues…
The first time I saw her..
I knew she’d be mine.
She was everything I needed.
I couldn’t let her slip on by.
Well I made my introductions.
And soon I took her home.
She looked good in every corner.
But felt better by the phone.
I knew how to press her buttons.
And soon I had her turned on.
Her radiance lit up my life…
It was then that it all went wrong.
In a fever we got acquainted.
She commanded my days and my nights.
She would do almost anything I asked her.
She was filled with hidden delights.
But I knew that she wasn’t happy.
She had a yearning to somehow connect.
She needed to expand her options.
And make friends on the Internet.
For a year and a bit we were happy.
A few hiccoughs.. but nothing to tell.
Then one day… not so long back, she swallowed a spike.
Immediately becoming unwell.
Within days a virus had her ..
The love bug had bitten her deep.
And she lost all her drive and her memory.
Before falling deeply asleep.
We tried and we tried to revive her.
But the doc’ said.. “Give up.. it’s no use.â€
And he told me her heart had been broken.
Another case of the Internet blues…
A tribute to my old Hewlett Packard… RIP!!! LMAO!
I now have a purpose built PC disguised as a large suitcase.. HEEEEUGE!!!!… <<< Thinks that’s a good name for her… Lol.
Great stuff.
Paul
The Internet blues..
Hey!
Y’know… It’s been a while.
But listen up to my excuse.
It’s a tale of the death of a friend of mine.
I’ll call it the Internet blues…
The first time I saw her..
I knew she’d be mine.
She was everything I needed.
I couldn’t let her slip on by.
Well I made my introductions.
And soon I took her home.
She looked good in every corner.
But felt better by the phone.
I knew how to press her buttons.
And soon I had her turned on.
Her radiance lit up my life…
It was then that it all went wrong.
In a fever we got acquainted.
She commanded my days and my nights.
She would do almost anything I asked her.
She was filled with hidden delights.
But I knew that she wasn’t happy.
She had a yearning to somehow connect.
She needed to expand her options.
And make friends on the Internet.
For a year and a bit we were happy.
A few hiccoughs.. but nothing to tell.
Then one day… not so long back, she swallowed a spike.
Immediately becoming unwell.
Within days a virus had her ..
The love bug had bitten her deep.
And she lost all her drive and her memory.
Before falling deeply asleep.
We tried and we tried to revive her.
But the doc’ said.. “Give up.. it’s no use.â€
And he told me her heart had been broken.
Another case of the Internet blues…
A tribute to my old Hewlett Packard… RIP!!! LMAO!
I now have a purpose built PC disguised as a large suitcase.. HEEEEUGE!!!!… <<< Thinks that’s a good name for her… Lol.
Nothing of value comes easy
Nor worthy roads that we choose
You cannot understand my vision
Until you have stood in my shoes
Meeting only at the cross-roads
We have unique paths to tread
Gazing destiny at a distance
Seeing different ways ahead
One man stands on a mountain
One in a valley far below
One sees clouds and tree tops
One watches seedlings grow
We share a space and time on earth
If we do not live we lose
You cannot see my life in whole
Unless you can wear the same shoes
Nor worthy roads that we choose
You cannot understand my vision
Until you have stood in my shoes
Meeting only at the cross-roads
We have unique paths to tread
Gazing destiny at a distance
Seeing different ways ahead
One man stands on a mountain
One in a valley far below
One sees clouds and tree tops
One watches seedlings grow
We share a space and time on earth
If we do not live we lose
You cannot see my life in whole
Unless you can wear the same shoes
Dream Big
If there was ever a time to dare, to make a difference, to embark on something worth doing, IT IS NOW. Not for any grand cause, necessarily...but for something that tugs at your heart, something that's your inspiration, something that's your dream.
You owe it to yourself to make your days here count. HAVE FUN. DIG DEEP. STRETCH. DREAM BIG. Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy. There will be good days. And there will be bad days. There will be times when you want to turn around, pack it up, and call it quits. Those times tell you that you are pushing yourself, that you are not afraid to learn by trying.
PERSIST. Because with an idea, determination, and the right tools, you can do great things. Let your instincts, your intellect, and your heart, guide you.
TRUST. Believe in the incredible power of the human mind. Of doing something that makes a difference. Of working hard. Of laughing and hoping. Of lazy afternoons. Of lasting friends. Of all the things that will cross your path this year.
The start of something new brings the hope of something great. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE There is only one you. And you will pass this way only once in this life. Do it right.
....Author Unknown
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.
SEE YOU IN THE NEW YEAR!
P'n'J
xxx
If there was ever a time to dare, to make a difference, to embark on something worth doing, IT IS NOW. Not for any grand cause, necessarily...but for something that tugs at your heart, something that's your inspiration, something that's your dream.
You owe it to yourself to make your days here count. HAVE FUN. DIG DEEP. STRETCH. DREAM BIG. Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy. There will be good days. And there will be bad days. There will be times when you want to turn around, pack it up, and call it quits. Those times tell you that you are pushing yourself, that you are not afraid to learn by trying.
PERSIST. Because with an idea, determination, and the right tools, you can do great things. Let your instincts, your intellect, and your heart, guide you.
TRUST. Believe in the incredible power of the human mind. Of doing something that makes a difference. Of working hard. Of laughing and hoping. Of lazy afternoons. Of lasting friends. Of all the things that will cross your path this year.
The start of something new brings the hope of something great. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE There is only one you. And you will pass this way only once in this life. Do it right.
....Author Unknown
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.
SEE YOU IN THE NEW YEAR!
P'n'J
xxx
Come love me now, while the daylight is dawning,
And the clouds are shimmering like carpets of gold,
Come love me now while the gulls are screeching,
And the smell of the harbour is strong in our room.
Come love me now while patches of sunshine
Play over your naked sunburned body.
Come love me now while everything’s tranquil,
In these magic moments before the sun comes up.
When we played last night you were so happy,
You wanted wine for you knew you were shy.
When we were dancing I saw through your clothing
And I could see you mentally undressing me.
Come love me now you who know my compassion,
You who sleep now like a child in my arms.
Come love me now you who know my power,
Now I’m warm-blooded, open, aroused.
Björn Afzelius.
(My translation from the Swedish.)
And the clouds are shimmering like carpets of gold,
Come love me now while the gulls are screeching,
And the smell of the harbour is strong in our room.
Come love me now while patches of sunshine
Play over your naked sunburned body.
Come love me now while everything’s tranquil,
In these magic moments before the sun comes up.
When we played last night you were so happy,
You wanted wine for you knew you were shy.
When we were dancing I saw through your clothing
And I could see you mentally undressing me.
Come love me now you who know my compassion,
You who sleep now like a child in my arms.
Come love me now you who know my power,
Now I’m warm-blooded, open, aroused.
Björn Afzelius.
(My translation from the Swedish.)
Love in a mist
4th Jan 2006 - 12:57pm
Love in a mist.
( Sunrise)
Mine eyes be blind lest opened to thee,
to see all blessed with beauty.
For thou art the vision that bringeth me light.
To ignite mine world with passion un-quenched.
Though empty be mine arms, mine heart is filled.
And yet it feels of swelling void.
I shouldst not glance lest I be burst inside,
and able not to hold mine soul to me.
But yet the closing of mine eyes hides nothing.
Thy splendour courses through the mind,
the sweetest of obstructions.
No thought but that I dream of you…
© P. B. 2006.
( Sunrise)
Mine eyes be blind lest opened to thee,
to see all blessed with beauty.
For thou art the vision that bringeth me light.
To ignite mine world with passion un-quenched.
Though empty be mine arms, mine heart is filled.
And yet it feels of swelling void.
I shouldst not glance lest I be burst inside,
and able not to hold mine soul to me.
But yet the closing of mine eyes hides nothing.
Thy splendour courses through the mind,
the sweetest of obstructions.
No thought but that I dream of you…
© P. B. 2006.
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I recall the lady next door, when I was just a child
She had a sparkle in her eye, a glint of something wild
She care not what they think of her, for things that she would do
She didn’t even care she smelt of cabbages and poo.
She had a sparkle in her eye, a glint of something wild
She care not what they think of her, for things that she would do
She didn’t even care she smelt of cabbages and poo.
Thinking....
Think I'm falling into the abyss
Don't see the point of consiousness
Religion for reason, explanation "God"
Still I'm asking "what is the point?"
With war and strife, rituals and rites
Guns and violence, life for life
Murder, rape, human rights
Politics, conspiracies, toxic gas and sunamis
Droughts and famin, infection and desease
Come to God on bended knee
Of your sins, my son, you will be free!
I've lost the point of why I begin
Coincendence or hit and miss
Astronamy or astrology,
Mathimatics and science equate me ?
Think I'm falling into the abyss
Don't see the point if REASON is this
Love and hatred, joy and pain,
A two-sided spectrum. Which side are you playing?
Find the truth. Is there a lie?
Beginnings and endings or simply pi?
Maths, science, religion
WHY?!
Adrenelyn fueled highs, despairing lows
Swallow happy pills, let the pain go
Whatever you do, don't let it show
Paralletic, stoned, sober or insane
Khama says I must do this all again?
Ordered chaos, chaotic order
Pay the bills or feed your daughter?
Heavy-handed. Tender kiss.
Think I'm falling into the abyss
Happy endings. Single mother.
Orphaned children, a lost lover
Losing yourself in another
Who's that looking at me in the mirror?
Without a point there's too many questions
Spirits, gods, prophets, guides
Plus, minus, multiply and divide
And what of pi?
Hevean and hell and open skys
Is your reality as is mine?
And without a POINT is there a reason why?
Think I'm falling into the abyss
Don't see the point of consiousness
Religion for reason, explanation "God"
Still I'm asking "what is the point?"
With war and strife, rituals and rites
Guns and violence, life for life
Murder, rape, human rights
Politics, conspiracies, toxic gas and sunamis
Droughts and famin, infection and desease
Come to God on bended knee
Of your sins, my son, you will be free!
I've lost the point of why I begin
Coincendence or hit and miss
Astronamy or astrology,
Mathimatics and science equate me ?
Think I'm falling into the abyss
Don't see the point if REASON is this
Love and hatred, joy and pain,
A two-sided spectrum. Which side are you playing?
Find the truth. Is there a lie?
Beginnings and endings or simply pi?
Maths, science, religion
WHY?!
Adrenelyn fueled highs, despairing lows
Swallow happy pills, let the pain go
Whatever you do, don't let it show
Paralletic, stoned, sober or insane
Khama says I must do this all again?
Ordered chaos, chaotic order
Pay the bills or feed your daughter?
Heavy-handed. Tender kiss.
Think I'm falling into the abyss
Happy endings. Single mother.
Orphaned children, a lost lover
Losing yourself in another
Who's that looking at me in the mirror?
Without a point there's too many questions
Spirits, gods, prophets, guides
Plus, minus, multiply and divide
And what of pi?
Hevean and hell and open skys
Is your reality as is mine?
And without a POINT is there a reason why?
war
25th Jan 2006 - 2:36pm
Sometimes I'm just a thug for your love
there's times when all the way just isnt far enough
Sometimes I forget who's me and who's you
both bleeding love till loves bruised black and blue .
Oh often like war brief treaties are signed
a noble alliance where I promise to be kind
while weapons inspectors using spies and deductions
find no soft targets,missiles or even weapons
of mass seduction.
then go on their way not knowing our lies
they didnt notice that glow, that spark in your eyes
and before they can act ..............................................
Hostilities
RISE
there's times when all the way just isnt far enough
Sometimes I forget who's me and who's you
both bleeding love till loves bruised black and blue .
Oh often like war brief treaties are signed
a noble alliance where I promise to be kind
while weapons inspectors using spies and deductions
find no soft targets,missiles or even weapons
of mass seduction.
then go on their way not knowing our lies
they didnt notice that glow, that spark in your eyes
and before they can act ..............................................
Hostilities
RISE
The bee's credo for fucking around
28th Jan 2006 - 12:53pm
Bee or not bee
I live to pollenate, fertilise
The fragrant moment
Hung on air in dusty dryness
Carried fleetingly like smoke in stillness.
This incense carpets my senses
As buzzing urgency
Dances out my quest
Not scent, nor colour, only sun.
Taking sweetness
Giving fruitfulness
My driven purpose;
To share; disclose.
This will; not my own
My brothers too follow
My dance
As I theirs.
My Queen is many
In each incarnation her hunger
Feeds me
My brothers, my children.
The fertile seed continues
My sons shall seek the flower
Driven by the same dance
To satisfy their Queen.
This winter, my empty husk shall blow away.
All life is fuel to burn
All memories are ash
Hung on the heat of the moment
Fallen onto the sheet.
Past desire
Shall burn no more.
The pregnant pause
Drained in fullness.
Dirty with dreams,
I fly
As the wind
Breathes.
I live to pollenate, fertilise
The fragrant moment
Hung on air in dusty dryness
Carried fleetingly like smoke in stillness.
This incense carpets my senses
As buzzing urgency
Dances out my quest
Not scent, nor colour, only sun.
Taking sweetness
Giving fruitfulness
My driven purpose;
To share; disclose.
This will; not my own
My brothers too follow
My dance
As I theirs.
My Queen is many
In each incarnation her hunger
Feeds me
My brothers, my children.
The fertile seed continues
My sons shall seek the flower
Driven by the same dance
To satisfy their Queen.
This winter, my empty husk shall blow away.
All life is fuel to burn
All memories are ash
Hung on the heat of the moment
Fallen onto the sheet.
Past desire
Shall burn no more.
The pregnant pause
Drained in fullness.
Dirty with dreams,
I fly
As the wind
Breathes.
Parasitic Symbiosis a poem of mutual desire
28th Jan 2006 - 12:56pm
Parasitic Symbiosis
Naturally
Like a suckerfish to the whale
I want to kiss your thous
And warm, secret places
To imbibe the milk
Of human kindness
From your breasts.
To eat the fruits of passion
From between your thighs
To taste the prawns that lurk
Between your teeth.
To clean you
Like a suckerfish to a whale
A bird preening
A cat washing
A fly, combing his brushfeet
And just as
Naturally.
Naturally
Like a suckerfish to the whale
I want to kiss your thous
And warm, secret places
To imbibe the milk
Of human kindness
From your breasts.
To eat the fruits of passion
From between your thighs
To taste the prawns that lurk
Between your teeth.
To clean you
Like a suckerfish to a whale
A bird preening
A cat washing
A fly, combing his brushfeet
And just as
Naturally.
Poems as addiction therapy
28th Jan 2006 - 3:46pm
When I speak of you
I must use a different voice
In case
You should come
Tripping back down my words
To infect me Once more.
I must use a different voice
In case
You should come
Tripping back down my words
To infect me Once more.
You always hurt the one you love?
28th Jan 2006 - 3:48pm
Assassin
‘Love you’ said
Sinking hotspring knife
Deep
Within
Herbody
Contorted;
Gasp
Herface
Trickle
Blood
Hermatrix
Move;
Knife
Herwithin.
Little:
Die
Herbeat.
Flutter;
Muscle
Hersmile
Wound;
Wider.
‘Love you’ said
Sinking hotspring knife
Deep
Within
Herbody
Contorted;
Gasp
Herface
Trickle
Blood
Hermatrix
Move;
Knife
Herwithin.
Little:
Die
Herbeat.
Flutter;
Muscle
Hersmile
Wound;
Wider.
A little song - suitable for Val Doonican?
28th Jan 2006 - 3:52pm
The Leprachaun’s Lust song
There’s a kind of little Irishman they call a Leprachaun
He’s a horny little beast, at least, he’s beastly with his horn,
But you won’t find him in Ireland ‘cause all of them have gorn
And all of them are emigrés , so hear one sing, forlorn:
I’m a horny little bugger and I’m living down your street
I’ll be up against my window when I hear your passing feet
Wid your pretty little titties and your bum thats round and sweet
For a horny little bugger, well, the sight of you’s a treat
But you will never see me for I keep right out of sight
And you will never know how I would shag you all the night
But I know you’d never fancy me because I look a fright
So I guess I’ll have to learn to live with lust you won’t requite.
I was in the supermarket doing shopping for the week
When a dark haired woman caught my eye, so bad I couldn’t speak
But if I could have talked to her, I knowed that I’d be busted
I’d have told her how her body was the thing for which I lusted
With her great big wobbly arse and her skin as fine as custard
Bet she had a fleshy pussy and the tits as hot as mustard
I think I would have told her how I’d take her from behind
And how much she would like it when we start to bump and grind.
And there’s another woman I see walking round the park
How I wish that she’d encounter me there in the hours of dark
She’s an ugly little face like mine I know could be transfigured
If a fuck won’t make her beautiful, well, bugger me; I’m jiggered!
Singing diddly, diddly, diddly me, I’ll diddly, diddly you
And after we have diddled, well I’ll tell you what I’ll do
Well, I’ll creep into your ear and then I’ll fill you up with lust
And your life will be a source of glee till you crumble into dust.
There’s a kind of little Irishman they call a Leprachaun
He’s a horny little beast, at least, he’s beastly with his horn,
But you won’t find him in Ireland ‘cause all of them have gorn
And all of them are emigrés , so hear one sing, forlorn:
I’m a horny little bugger and I’m living down your street
I’ll be up against my window when I hear your passing feet
Wid your pretty little titties and your bum thats round and sweet
For a horny little bugger, well, the sight of you’s a treat
But you will never see me for I keep right out of sight
And you will never know how I would shag you all the night
But I know you’d never fancy me because I look a fright
So I guess I’ll have to learn to live with lust you won’t requite.
I was in the supermarket doing shopping for the week
When a dark haired woman caught my eye, so bad I couldn’t speak
But if I could have talked to her, I knowed that I’d be busted
I’d have told her how her body was the thing for which I lusted
With her great big wobbly arse and her skin as fine as custard
Bet she had a fleshy pussy and the tits as hot as mustard
I think I would have told her how I’d take her from behind
And how much she would like it when we start to bump and grind.
And there’s another woman I see walking round the park
How I wish that she’d encounter me there in the hours of dark
She’s an ugly little face like mine I know could be transfigured
If a fuck won’t make her beautiful, well, bugger me; I’m jiggered!
Singing diddly, diddly, diddly me, I’ll diddly, diddly you
And after we have diddled, well I’ll tell you what I’ll do
Well, I’ll creep into your ear and then I’ll fill you up with lust
And your life will be a source of glee till you crumble into dust.
Everybody has these moments...
28th Jan 2006 - 3:54pm
Coffee Frustration Blues
I go down to the kitchen
To get myself a drink
Go put on the kettle
And the sugar by the sink
Reach a mug down from the cupboard
And I’m waiting for the steam
It’s the ritual of coffee
A familiar little dream
At last the kettle boils
And I reach out for the tin
When the lid is off I see that
There isn’t any in.
Then it makes me think of
The way you were last night
I wanted to make love with you
But you just put out the light.
I go down to the kitchen
To get myself a drink
Go put on the kettle
And the sugar by the sink
Reach a mug down from the cupboard
And I’m waiting for the steam
It’s the ritual of coffee
A familiar little dream
At last the kettle boils
And I reach out for the tin
When the lid is off I see that
There isn’t any in.
Then it makes me think of
The way you were last night
I wanted to make love with you
But you just put out the light.
Sometimes the sadness is more serious.
28th Jan 2006 - 3:58pm
Devices and Desires
You have told me,
God knows how often, you have told me,
How much you cannot stand...
My beard around the basin;
My guitars around the living room;
My clothes around the bedroom.
And I have heard
God knows how often, I have heard
How much you don’t want
Me around anymore.
I don’t tell you
God knows how often, I don’t tell you
How much I don’t mind
The way you slurp your tea in the morning;
The dross of life you perpetually dump on me;
The mumbles you offer me as conversation.
And I have tried
God knows how often, I have tried
To show you
These foolish things don’t matter.
We don’t talk
God knows how often, we don’t talk
About love anymore.
How I love all the little things about you.
How you’d love me,
If it weren’t for all the little things about me.
This has happened,
God knows how often, this has happened,
To people falling out
Of love before.
They don’t see,
God knows how often, they don’t see,
How all the things she thinks she wouldn’t miss
If he were gone
Would be what she would miss
If he were gone.
Her love is eroded,
God knows how often, her love is eroded,
By all the pettifogging little faults
He has.
She never saw as problems, until now;
God knows how often, she never saw as problems, until now;
The symptoms of an overwhelming imperfection,
That cannot be forgiven.
The symptoms of an underlying condition,
That separates him from her.
He remains in love,
God knows how often, he remains in love,
Breaking off the brittlenesses;
Forgetting irritations.
His love is blind,
God knows how often, his love is blind,
Looking the other way
From minor wounds.
He treasures the little of herself
She has left him.
His love survives,
God knows how often, his love survives,
Wanting only to be with her.
And she, only wanting better.
Satisfaction,
God knows how often, satisfaction,
Always numbs him.
Always eludes her.
You have told me,
God knows how often, you have told me,
How much you cannot stand...
My beard around the basin;
My guitars around the living room;
My clothes around the bedroom.
And I have heard
God knows how often, I have heard
How much you don’t want
Me around anymore.
I don’t tell you
God knows how often, I don’t tell you
How much I don’t mind
The way you slurp your tea in the morning;
The dross of life you perpetually dump on me;
The mumbles you offer me as conversation.
And I have tried
God knows how often, I have tried
To show you
These foolish things don’t matter.
We don’t talk
God knows how often, we don’t talk
About love anymore.
How I love all the little things about you.
How you’d love me,
If it weren’t for all the little things about me.
This has happened,
God knows how often, this has happened,
To people falling out
Of love before.
They don’t see,
God knows how often, they don’t see,
How all the things she thinks she wouldn’t miss
If he were gone
Would be what she would miss
If he were gone.
Her love is eroded,
God knows how often, her love is eroded,
By all the pettifogging little faults
He has.
She never saw as problems, until now;
God knows how often, she never saw as problems, until now;
The symptoms of an overwhelming imperfection,
That cannot be forgiven.
The symptoms of an underlying condition,
That separates him from her.
He remains in love,
God knows how often, he remains in love,
Breaking off the brittlenesses;
Forgetting irritations.
His love is blind,
God knows how often, his love is blind,
Looking the other way
From minor wounds.
He treasures the little of herself
She has left him.
His love survives,
God knows how often, his love survives,
Wanting only to be with her.
And she, only wanting better.
Satisfaction,
God knows how often, satisfaction,
Always numbs him.
Always eludes her.
