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Anonymous Angel

From More Little Ones. A very funny, very creative man!

Anonymous Angel

CLEARING THE DESK

Just a minute while I throw this badger
out through the window, squash a few squirrels,
blow up a pig, shoot some bloody hawks,
eliminate the bats and tortoises,
crucify all crows,
pulverise a pike, make the owls into omelettes,
dig a grave for the ground-hog!

Now I am ready to write.

-Gavin Ewart

Anonymous Angel

RELIGIONS OF THE ABSURD

What people believe
is often unbelievable.
That a virgin could conceive
is inconceivable!

-Gavin Ewart

Anonymous Angel

HAIKU: CULTURE

Ah, wee-wee! The great
French writers: Rubberlegs and
Ballsache and Racing!

-Gavin Ewart

Anonymous Angel

WELTANSCHAUUNG

If you look at the world, it looks bad!
And this can make some people sad.
The slightly demented
are fairly contented,
the happiest ones are quite mad.

-Gavin Ewart

Anonymous Angel

PANTOUM: WORSHIP

So much I deify your glorious globes
(and kiss your round re-entrants and your cleft-
the Oriental earrings in your lobes
are all you wear) I touch both right and left

and kiss. Your round re-entrants and your cleft!
On your white skin the blacks of body hair,
where both shine with a single, sexual light.
I see a Heaven feminine and fair
that overwhelms me now-it is so bright

where both shine with a single, sexual light,
the two, the privileged, that make the love!
That overwhelms me. Now, it is so bright-
yet comforting, the finger in the glove,

the two, the privileged, that make the love
(the Oriental earrings in your lobes),
yet comforting (the finger in the glove).
So much I deify your glorious globes!

-Gavin Ewart

Anonymous Angel

TRIOLET: WINE IN OLD AGE

The old men ballet round the loo
and rise, in turn, from drinking wine.

This is a thing they have to do.
The old men ballet round the loo.

It's like a dance, it's like a queue.
Though bladders weaken, they feel fine.

The old men ballet round the loo
and rise, in turn, from drinking wine.

-Gavin Ewart

Anonymous Angel

FREE FOR ALL

In a competition I read:
'If I am not a poet
why does my heart bleed?'
And I think to myself 'Quite!
Nobody ever seems to imagine
that a poet's a person who can actually write.'

-Gavin Ewart

Goatshead · Will eventually call you an "arse".

Poetry=Shite
Hate to say it.
But mostly.
It all proves.
Poetry.
Is shit

-Teh Goat

DarkIllusion · Gets mad when you don't flush the toilet

How many brain cells did that kill eh goat? xD

Goatshead · Will eventually call you an "arse".

Depends on how many decided to commit suicide rather than read the crap printed above.

TheBlindTroll · Blind. Like love. And bats.

Looks like Goatshead is a big fan of poetry.

Great moments come to every man
in some situation where he can
attain such fame that folks acclaim
the very mention of his name

Now the circus played our town one day
3 Bengal tigers got away
The manager looked straight at me
He said "Boy, here's your great opportunity"

He says "Somebody's got to get them cats
Yes sir, somebody's got to go
Now the tiger man is very very sick in bed
So just put on your hat and your coat

Now the man who catches them cats and brings them back to me
A real hero he's going to be."

Yes sir. That's a wonderful chance for somebody
It's got to be somebody ELSE, not me
Pee Wee Hunt

Goatshead · Will eventually call you an "arse".

You know the authors name rhymes with cunt?
Failing that ...........

Goatshead · Will eventually call you an "arse".

Actually the shorter verses above have some merit, I never read them before the longer crap ones, got in the way but now I have........
(A small aside, for some reason, on this thread I feel as if I am moulding clay, it's strange because, though I'd love to be an "author" I have no illusions this will ever be the case...)