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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 9, 2024 12:03:15 GMT
I saw an old man today
Who has lost his younger wife
He now visits her twice a day
And talks about his life
He'd been saving for a headstone
Now the white marble is in place
It can be seen now from the road
It has a certain grace
He still talks like she's here
When suddenly he'll smile
Well I do remember her too
With affection for a while
With devotion he sets his posy out
Carefully displaying the sweet flowers
Then head bowed he speaks there
Quite often for hours
So upon her stone in gold
Are these few chosen lines
He traces with his fingers
The words as the sun shines
I am not bitter at your passing
But my sorrow is not sweet
Just like you my dearest love
I must wait till next we meet.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 9, 2024 12:09:36 GMT
When the bullied become the bullies
They lash out even more
They murder and Maim just the same
They forget what empathy is for.....
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 9, 2024 12:22:51 GMT
The end for humanity will finally come
When technology makes the human mind numb
As more Earthly resources are fed to our droids
Our planet will be left with cavenous voids
Soil that once was black and rich
Gets washed to a dust bowl and sandy ditch
We turned to fracking honeycombed our land
Giving mass destruction an even greater hand
On our drinking waters algae ominously sits
Producing cholera nausea and stenching squits
Till finally like bacteria and the petri dishes show
When the last space is full,there's nowhere to go.......
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 9, 2024 12:27:13 GMT
We're born to live
To laugh and cry
To suffer, to die
The new born bairn
That cries in the dark
Finds solace,sweet comfort
As daylight beckons
We become the slaves of want
Working for every minute
Too necessitate every...
Unnecessary necessity
We become numb,insensitive
Too scared to commit to others
Too selfish to share
I want to want it is my right
I want to buy food
Food,I know I will never eat
I'm programmed now to know
My future,that which I am due
Due to circumstance
I shall not be free
For if Iam fortunate enough
Enough to survive
I will share a home with strangers
A place where the elderly
Go to lose their minds
Where dreams are of puddings
Pies and the next days menu's
These are the halls
Where the once proud
Succumb to incontinence
With no lucid thoughts of dignity
When all is done
The end becomes the only option
But, do not close your eyes
Just move your mind
With your final breath
As always,to consume the light....
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 10, 2024 9:08:40 GMT
With all our youngsters on the scrounge
Our elderly queuing in the departure lounge
Just who'll pay all those wretched bills
Wipe their arses clean up their spill's
Grease the cogs of all the machines
That are now replacing us old has beens
It's like our world's collapsed in despair
Temper's flying along with the hair
Some even suggesting we need a cull
Hapless youngsters spitting wool
So the old folks are nicking the work
While young uns misbehave play the Berk
The old uns learnt to do with much less
They're used to cleaning up their own mess
Where once was cap in hand and snotty nose
There sits a well mannered none comatose
Paying attention to the finest detail
No attention seeking slimey snail
So instead of constantly picking your nose
Sit in the park see how the grass grows
Turn yourself from a fat arrogant blob
To a youngster with no prospects, a gardening job?
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 10, 2024 9:23:14 GMT
With all our youngsters on the scrounge
Our elderly queuing in the departure lounge
Just who'll pay all those wretched bills
Wipe their arses clean up their spill's
Grease the cogs of all the machines
That are now replacing us old has beens
It's like our world's collapsed in despair
Temper's flying along with the hair
Some even suggesting we need a cull
Hapless youngsters spitting wool
So the old folks are nicking the work
While young uns misbehave play the Berk
The old uns learnt to do with much less
They're used to cleaning up their own mess
Where once was cap in hand and snotty nose
There sits a well mannered none comatose
Paying attention to the finest detail
No attention seeking slimy snail
So instead of constantly picking your nose
Sit in the park see how the grass grows
Turn yourself from a fat arrogant blob
To a youngster with no prospects, a gardening job?
,..........
I sit and watch the moon alight
Rising slowly in the sky
Seeing all the feathery clouds
That slowly shuffle by (erm shuffle slowly?)
With stars that sparkle
Twinkle lustre and shine
Illuminating bedazzling
Just simply so divine
This is one of those moments
When peace comes to the night
As darkness comes looming in
Then other senses we ignite.
.......
You reach an age before you die
When looking at this world could make you cry
The gore of war the turmoil the pain
Yet we're all so foolish we do it all again
Money is king it makes all the rules
Religious bunkham is still taught in our schools
Avarice old greed will always float to the top
While this old planet turns they will never stop
Because we all want it all when, now!
Yet we don't care where it comes from anyhow.....
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 11, 2024 9:17:00 GMT
I guess now we all know the score
There aren't any angels anymore
But that's just the way it has to be
Here in our twenty first century
Our world as ever still on the boil
Fueled with jealousy hate and turmoil
We haven't yet learnt to disarm
So we blow off a head a leg maybe an arm
Food is in ever growing need
We ignore that and continually breed
The Arab spring generated more hate
Being free to kill they couldn't wait
Some of us see religion for what it really is
Nothing more than a bottle of fizz
So.... I guess now we all know the score
There aren't any angels anymore.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 11, 2024 9:19:58 GMT
As evening casts its familiar shadow
The daylight slowly melts away
Darkness creeps in on tiptoe
Consuming the remainder of the day
This is the time for reflection
What more could I have done today
Issues worthy of procrastination
Aren't all things for tomorrow anyway....?
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 11, 2024 9:42:34 GMT
There's a certain sombre mood
That can swing one's way
When the weather lacks the blue
And all appears grey
When there's an air of despair
While hope has gone to sleep
The thoughts of inactivity
Is enough to make you weep
Yet.... all can change in a second
With just a little glow
It only takes one tiny ray
For the darkness to go....
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 12, 2024 13:10:33 GMT
Don't give up by giving up
Hang on to your dreams
However rotten life may seem
Nothing's as bad as it seems
Even when you feel deluded
Not knowing which way is up
Don't take a break for heaven's sake
Keep drinking from life's cup
If you feel invisible
Separated from life's pack
Become a tad more risible
There's no fun turning back
Loosen up your outlook
Take an optimistic view
Knowing there's millions out there
But only one of you.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 13, 2024 9:12:29 GMT
No kowtow or genuflection
Will ever change a thing
If you're looking for perfection
Listen to the birds that sing........
Every second of your time
Is like a grain of sand
They won't all be sublime
Falling unseen through your hand.......
It's time to put our holy books
Firmly into the romantic category
To see how our real history looks
As we write our own gory story.....
As with all things
The ticking clock is king
As each new season brings
The old tree a brand new ring......
Our world is beauteous
Our umbilical cord
Our machinations are hideous
Turning our planet into a circuit board......
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 13, 2024 13:18:58 GMT
Sometimes I ask myself why
Do people think there's a god in the sky
A superior being of male descent
A better thing we couldn't invent
Why would a God be mortal anyway
We're just soft tissue that rots away
The meaning of life what is it all for
We've spent thousands of years just making war
We spend billions it makes no sense
Building weapons of destruction for our defence
Meanwhile coughing out a toxic brew
A carcinogenic spume for me and you
We are scraping at our Earth's crust everyday
Leaving our planet open to decay
We could tackle poverty and it's conception
By introducing mass contraception
Or maybe we will all stall until when
There's a shortage of hydrogen and oxygen
But then again you know what's really funny
There really is a god on this planet it's AKA money.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 13, 2024 17:38:23 GMT
So time has snuck up on you
Stealing your looks away
You are now looking at your mom or dad
In your mirror every day
When you wake up each morning
But you cant see the time
You cant find your glasses
Well now you're in your prime
At first you see wrinkles
You hadn't noticed before
After what appears only weeks
You notice even more
Cracks appear on cracks
More old vulture than crow's feet
Whatever you do dont turn around
Your bum's now a mighty seat
Soon you're sticking in dentures
The whitest teeth you've ever had in years
Talking like Sean Connery?
Sure issh yesh me dears
At first you are embarrassed
Because you're getting slow
Pretty soon you dont give a shit
You just go with the flow
Youngsters? it's no surprise
Seem to get quicker every day
It's then you finally realize
You're getting too old to play
You start whingeing in the supermarket
Moaning about the size of the queue
It never occurs to us the reason why
The slow coach is a coffin dodger like you
But ohh! the aches and pains
Nothing prepares you for this
Not that you now believe in god
Because this is taking the piss
You'd put your head in the oven
But the chances of that are nil
Because it's bloody electric
And you aint paid the bill
Still in these contemporary times
As aging ravages you away
Even you cannot stop progress
As getting older gets more modern everyday.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 13, 2024 18:17:14 GMT
Sitting here just bum spinning
Watching watching plastic faces on my TV grinning
Plastic smiles on plastic faces
War paint on all their outer cases
All the people have false teeth
Gleaming far too white beneath
Their plumped lips succulent and wet
Just as red as they all can get
The ladies have their hair stiffened in place
It looks like it`s welded to their face
The men appear to be just as vain
Polished domes or wigs again
People now sport the odd tattoo
The camera`s zoom in on those too
On the youngsters the ink is taught
On the elders sad and fraught
Orange skin where gravity can win
Sagging bingo wings and a double chin
I see many have had a manicure
Like black fingernails dipped in manure
Still it`s easy here to take the piss
But there must be something on the telly,better than this?
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 13, 2024 19:48:26 GMT
I'm a cyborg circa 1949
Born on a Birmingham production line
Made in womb and engine room
To serve as serf until doom
Given only a limited education
Moulded to reduce the wage inflation
Given limited promotional stages
Fed on only sustenance wages
Marked with non-specific intel
To suck up to the rich who sell
Borgs like me, who're two a pound
Brainless,stupid,still around
Hungry,static in the poverty trap
Like sponges we soak up their C**p
We work as we don't know how to stop
On forever until we drop
Too soon our limbs reach their end
Stiff,motionless,cannot bend
Then our usefulness reaches stagnation
We're scrapped no value to our nation
So... here I await my termination
I'm ready to be recycled with frustration
Because with a few new body bones
I can still outdo these new drones....
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