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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 19, 2024 16:20:57 GMT
Only a marionette could not know
How an arm up it's arse 'ould manipulate it so
When the words it was saying like gottle o gear
Sounded alien,foreign,queer
Yet we are all now fully media controlled
Googlized,buggered,truly arseholed
Unable to workout that each step we take
Is equal in life to the distance we make
In reaching the stage where we all say goodbye
Where there's nothing or no one'll get another try.
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 20, 2024 9:24:53 GMT
So slow each day floats by
Wrapped in Winter's cold cocoon
As dank drear clouds fly
and encapsulate the moon
Not a star to be seen
To puncture this chilly night
No hint where the day has been
Or knowledge where tomorrow might
Frost sparkles where headlights show
The icy blanket beneath my feet
Animated and dancing crystals glow
Like diamonds glittering in the street
Footprints point away
Others point toward
Stretched with childs play
Cast where they've explored.
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 20, 2024 17:04:48 GMT
When your home and all alone
Your world is just a window wide
Creatures crawl and insects fly
While you are stuck inside
The sunlight is most welcome
Shortening this Winter's day
The black tarmac's appearing
As warmth melts the ice away
I have just seen A Robin
Delving in my gangly hedge
Several pigeon heads bobbing
Squeezed on an old stone ledge
I see all the seasons
As each day creeps away so slow
Winter steams my window
That's the kettle, I've got to go .
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 21, 2024 14:20:51 GMT
As I walk along this city street
Dodging the gum beneath my feet
The postman wangs his elastic bands
Paper hangs in wind blown strands
Plastic bottles and empty cans
Scattered by the cars and vans
Cleaners with calipers pick it up
Even the butts and a polystyrene cup
Burger wrappers and paper trails
Flyers and last night's evening's mails
Squashed chips,pop and beer tins
Bypassing all the fixed waste bins
Just when you think,can this heap get higher
You see pizza boxes and an old black tyre
An abandoned car,burnt out and black
Ohh my god,is the blitz back?
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 22, 2024 8:58:59 GMT
Here's a card Mom I'm sending it to you
Hoping this day will be a special one too
Thank you Mom for always being there
To love to comfort and most of all to care
For all of the times that I've let you down
Given you heartache and I've been a clown
For holding me till I'd sobbed out my tears
The strength of your shoulders all of these years
For your patience and guidance when I had none
For being my best friend when all mine had gone
For tolerating my each and every bad mood
My teenage tantrums and being plain rude
So please today snuggle down in your nest
Put your feet up get comfy and have a rest
So tomorrow the wicked world can have it's way
As now I'm wishing you "the happiest Mother's day"
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 23, 2024 6:18:33 GMT
So.... this party's is almost over
The bouncers are waiting at the door
There's a few old uns still twirling
In the middle of the dance floor
The band has taken it's last bow
How this audience did cheer
The saxophonist was so tasty
He had 'em crying in their beer
It's the most fun that I've ever had
The ride was as smooth as silk
I'd never before met such a crowd
So much of my own ilk
I guess on that day we all knew
The music wouldn't play again
but...silence was so deafening
I feel I'll never speak again
I assume this then is the last time
We'll meet so I will quickly say goodbye
I won't look back or turn around or you'll see me cry.
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 23, 2024 6:27:43 GMT
Ohh when we were young
And were told not to speak
Seven days was so much longer
Than an ordinary week
Every week was Sunday best
and then the golden rule
You could play the devil all week
But Sunday's was Sunday school
With our unlimited energy
Mom would give us all what for
Yet just like greased lightning
We'd all be flying out the front door
Ahh now yesterday's dreams
Along with all our growing pains
Are now nowt more it seems
Than more sorry pillow stains.
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 23, 2024 21:01:21 GMT
I'm sitting in the morning sun
Letting it ease my cares away
I can feel my strength returning
Comforting me with every ray
I close my eyes face toward
As those beams are on my face
Like a flower head I am glowing
In this heavenly space
I hear the birds feel a breeze
Then the commotion of the day
Too soon peace is shattered
I stand up , move away.....
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 24, 2024 5:50:46 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 don't 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 don't 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 But it never occurs to 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  |
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 24, 2024 5:59:27 GMT
Every tear we have shed
Is like the eyes have bled
Some fall with pleasure
Or memories we treasure
When hearts are broken
When bad words are spoken
Just feeling the strain
Watching others in pain
The sum of our fears
Can be measured,in tears.
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 25, 2024 4:59:47 GMT
The past is over the past has passed
Yet, memories still last
Forgotten faces with no lasting traces
Now it's just their empty spaces
Feelings inside you'll never confide
Thoughts you'll always hide....
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 25, 2024 10:34:54 GMT
You know in your own life
That nothing good lasts forever
Nothing bad lasts forever
But the bad times hurt
So we don't forget them
Still we ponder what is life?
For some it's walking in shit
Shit that stains as sure as poverty
The poor don't smell because poverty stinks
They smell because soap is a luxury
While the rich rub the musk
Fresh from the deers testicles
All over their expensively lubricated bodies
The poor wallow in a sea of misery
Made from their tears of despair
Ruled by folded pieces of paper
That will always buy the human race
Somewhere to lay their bills
Today drugs and alcohol
Are the new tools to feed educated fools
Fools who think that plastic money is free
Then they slip like raindrops
Into life's pool of poverty
Yet...with no alternative
What is there to us but life
Maybe one more sip of water
Another breath a blink and goodbye?
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 26, 2024 7:39:45 GMT
Hope lies on a distant horizon
It still looks too far away
Everyday I reach out for it
It just wont come into play
I guess it's the greyness of it all
That just keeps weighing me down
Battering a happy disposition
From a smile to permanent frown.
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 27, 2024 10:37:16 GMT
I guess there's more than a little envy
When the old uns look at the young
They've got years of fun left
While our song's almost sung
Lethargy just gets longer
Every single day
It seems youngsters get everything
While all we get is grey
The wisdom that we've learnt
With all those books we read
Are now but fragmented memories
Floating in our head
Yet through the fatigue
And our lack of speed
We had our chances to succeed
So... more life's not envy, the more you get the more you need.
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Post by rikiiboy on Apr 28, 2024 8:49:58 GMT
Anecdotes and overcoats
Is what old age brings
Recollections and reflections
Piles of material things
Thoughts of old lovers
The sadness for those that have past
Then the realisation
Life's just one blast.
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