Solomon's poetry thread

[Joto 11]

Solomon look what you're missing, what talented people

[saxon51 10]

Here he comes the ice cream man

Pretty chimes, and little van

Waiting, waiting. Will he stop?

99 with nuts on top.

 

Moving closer all the time

Louder, louder is his chime

Soon be here, I just can't wait

Standing by the garden gate.

 

He isn't slowing, drives straight past

So I follow, very fast

Waving, shouting, running after

Street is full of cruel laughter.

 

Round the corner, up the hill

Panting, waving, running still

Ice cream man ignores my cries

Tears are forming in my eyes.

 

Very soon I see he's stopping

Children queue like grown-ups shopping

Take your time till I get there

Cross the road with greatest care.

 

Breathing now with lungs a-heaving

In and out of folks I'm weaving

Finally I'm in the queue

"Boy in front, I'm after you."

 

Shaking legs and knocking knees

"Can I have a 99 please?"

"Sorry lad you can't have nowt.

He were't last, I've just run out."

 

So ice cream free and knackered out

I kick and scream, and swear and shout

The people stare, the air is blue

I have my rights,.....I'm 52.

 

I cast my mind back years ago

When I was only 10 or so

And life seemed oh so simple then

A full toy box, a garden den.

 

I had no worries, life was good

No future plans for adulthood

Getting lost my only fear..........

And the occasional clip around the ear!

[Joto 11]

Saxon I like that:hihi:

[mr_blue_owl 10]

GOGO to GO

 

The Boulevard’s a stream of light

That skirts Manila Bay

I notice it is now midnight

As I drink the hours away

 

I hear a jeepney’s blaring horn

I hear a young girl sighing

I feel so empty and forlorn

Like part of me is dying

 

The factories of flesh

Have GoGo girls galore

They look so young and fresh

And I feel ninety four

 

I see her dancing on the stage

My pulse increases pace

She’s eighteen years of age

With such a pretty face

 

Dark brown eyes and skin so clear

I send her my invite

And together we then disappear

Into the city night

[Circa 10]

Hating Flowers

 

Scorned, kicked

Ground with rage into the tarmac,

levelling the surface underfoot - a crocus coloured streaked mass.

 

I was just passing. The sight of them made me grind my teeth

(All pristine, orderly) cradled in heaps of stoneless damp brown earth

Controlled, deodorised. Neutered.

Alienated.

Like the inhabitants of the house they were intended to offset.

(And they do, quite perfectly.)

 

The rage splutters and gathers around my neck but only escapes enough to allow a small outburst.

The petals are rubbed to translucence over the grey path,

stamens tangled, pistils crushed, compressed

the turgid cellular pillows unstuffed

not slowly with the joy of it’s sensation -either between finger and thumb or between front teeth

not a slow juicy crushing but one mean anarchistic act;

quick joyless, senseless.

The small rage leaks away warmly as a dull shame seeps in like liquid on to litmus paper,

rising in scarlett clouds,

blooming,

staining.

Edited November 30, 2009 by Circa

[mr_blue_owl 10]

Hating Flowers

 

Scorned, kicked

Ground with rage into the tarmac,

levelling the surface underfoot - a crocus coloured streaked mass.

 

I was just passing. The sight of them made me grind my teeth

(All pristine, orderly) cradled in heaps of stoneless damp brown earth

Controlled, deodorised. Neutered.

Alienated.

Like the inhabitants of the house they were intended to offset.

(And they do, quite perfectly.)

 

The rage splutters and gathers around my neck but only escapes enough to allow a small outburst.

The petals are rubbed to translucence over the grey path,

stamens tangled, pistils crushed, compressed

the turgid cellular pillows unstuffed

not slowly with the joy of it’s sensation -either between finger and thumb or between front teeth

not a slow juicy crushing but one mean anarchistic act;

quick joyless, senseless.

The small rage leaks away warmly as a dull shame seeps in like liquid on to litmus paper,

rising in scarlett clouds,

blooming,

staining.

 

All together now:

 

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius

The Age of Aquarius

Aquarius! Aquarius!

 

Harmony and understanding

Sympathy and trust abounding

No more falsehoods or derisions

Golden living dreams of visions

Mystic crystal revelation

And the mind's true liberation

Aquarius! Aquarius!

[mr_blue_owl 10]

In the garden next door there are bushes and trees

And some nice daffodils that sway with the breeze

There’s a green patch of lawn down near the gate post

And this part of the garden is which I like most

 

The lawn gets the sun around quarter to two

From my bedroom next door I have a good view

One day as I gazed at the trees and the grass

The girl from next door who’s a shapely young lass

 

Came out and placed her towel on the ground

Then looked to make sure there was no one around

Either she didn’t see me or she fancied a flirt

As she lifted her arms and removed her T shirt

 

Beneath the shirt she wore a bikini top

It was so miniscule it made my eyes pop

She unzipped her shorts which slid down her thighs

A wonderful sight for my lecherous eyes

 

The thong she wore was no more than a string

And to her lovely curves it did tightly cling

She lay on the towel almost in the nude

I was thinking that I was just one lucky dude

 

Her hands reached to where the bikini was tied

When she pulled on the string I nearly died

The bikini top fell away to the ground

Revealing her norks so firm and so round

 

I sat and I watch and I hoped and I prayed

That she’ll take off the thong and ….

 

To be continued

[Solomon1 10]

Solomon look what you're missing, what talented people

 

innit ........

[Solomon1 10]

I cast my mind back years ago

When I was only 10 or so

And life seemed oh so simple then

A full toy box, a garden den.

 

I had no worries, life was good

No future plans for adulthood

Getting lost my only fear..........

And the occasional clip around the ear!

 

so true saxon

[Solomon1 10]

All together now:

 

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius

The Age of Aquarius

Aquarius! Aquarius!

 

Harmony and understanding

Sympathy and trust abounding

No more falsehoods or derisions

Golden living dreams of visions

Mystic crystal revelation

And the mind's true liberation

Aquarius! Aquarius!

 

 

:D

[Solomon1 10]

Wind

 

This house has been far out at sea all night,

The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,

Winds stampeding the fields under the window

Floundering black astride and blinding wet

 

Till day rose; then under an orange sky

The hills had new places, and wind wielded

Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,

Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

 

At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as

The coal-house door. Once I looked up -

Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes

The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,

 

The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,

At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;

The wind flung a magpie away and a black-

Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

 

Rang like some fine green goblet in the note

That any second would shatter it. Now deep

In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip

Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

 

Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,

And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,

Seeing the window tremble to come in,

Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

Ted Hughes

[Solomon1 10]

i love this poem . learnt it at school and its wildness really made an impression on me