Irony

Can You Tell?



A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell or so I've heard it said,

But of little concern to me of late for I have been alone,

Similarly last night I called her up cashed quite well, instead,

Well intentioned servility was to see me limping home.

I was hoping for a repast to satisfy her continued want,

To dine in excellence at some distance quite my travel hoped,

Yet my inquiries were met with cool, to frequent a restaurant,

So I remained where I had dialled and played and lost my dough.

A fool, a fool, I thought myself, quite right at the time,

To allow my life to carry on with no firm attachment,

When I require is some guiding love that relaxes on my mattress,

And here I am with now't to say apart from retrospective rhyme.

A gentleman may never kiss and tell nor that he did fuck-it,

And a cow may have a bell, but can eat from field or bucket.



(c)R.H.Elliott 2004

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wouldn't worry if you prefer a bucket, if instead you could supply a mattress.

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Conversion





If I give you ten hugs

Will you give me a kiss?

What is the exchange rate

For a night of bliss?

How many of such encounters

Will take it to the level above?

Tell me what more must I give you

Before you will call it love?  



Written 11/9/99

For 11/8/99

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Clever Fools

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Games We Play

Fools find faults

instead of correcting

faultfinding!

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When Nothing Seems Too Much To Ask

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Soul Poetry

Those times when life

stabs you in the back

in cowardly fashion

and leaves you lying

puddled in your own life-draining force.



When prayers seem to remain-

unanswered

and even more painful-

unheard.



When questions fall by the wayside,

to the place where answers

come in only echoes of your own

mind's invention,

repeating back your queary

as if in mock.



When forward steps

proceed to only knock you back

to a distance even farther

than where you first set out

on the journey.



When nothing,

seems to much to ask

and all you get for your efforts anyway...



...is nothing.

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waiting

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families

Alone this night, I'm cold and still.

I sit with nightimes icey chill.

My mind is racing, thoughts abound,

wondering why you aren't around.



Heart is racing,

stomach churning.



For your call I'll wait, still yearning.



Where are you now?

Are you allright?

Please wont you get in touch tonight?



I fear the worst, can take no more,

until I hear you at my door.



I hear the key inside the lock.

What time is this? its three o'clock!

We trust our kids to do whats right

and not come home

in dead of night.



My mother told me long ago

they're only lent to you, you know.



How right she was, I fear she's right.

I have now become her tonight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

its hellish waiting for them to come home sometimes

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Reckoning

DANCING DOOM ENTERTAINS ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT

OPEN WINDOWS OF HELLS OWN NIGHTMARE SINGS

THIS WE HARVEST UNTO OUR HEARTS THAT BEAT

AND WITH OUT THOUGHT BEGIN THE ENDLESS FLIGHT



WHAT MANNER OF MIND OPENS TO THESE PLAYS

THAT FROM ONLY ONE COME SO MANY MORE

A LEIGION OF FOLLOWERS ENDLESS TO SCORE

TRAILING EMPTY SOULS WAISTED WITH OUT CARE IN ENDLESS DAYS



NEEDING THIS EMPTIENESS O' LACKY OF MORAL DEATH

I SUMMON THEE UPON THIS DIAS TO DO AS I WILL

KNOWING IN THE END MY WILL YOUR WILL, WILL PREVAIL

I SIMPER HERE DREADING THE ANTICIPATION YOUR EVIL BREATH



UNTO MY HOME THUS YOU COME AS BIDDED YOUR WILL MY CALLS

NEVER MORE THE FREEDOM MY MIND TO COMAND

AS UNTO YOU IS GIVEN ALL THAT WAS MYSELF GONE MAD

THE ECHO'S HAUNT THIS MIND OF JOY THE PRESS YOUR HUNGER FALLS



INTO THE VICE NO REMORSE SAVE FOR THE LOSE OF LIGHT

I HAVE DIVORED IN ME ALL YOU WOULD CONSUME

THAT I NOW AM AWAKE AND FULLY CONTROL THE FACULTYS

THAT SHALLOW BROKEN WILL YOUR SIMPLE SOUL MY FOOD DELIGHT



AS I WAKE THE MORNING PASSING IN THE SHADOWS MOON LIGHT

NONE WILL EVER GUESS THE PAIN YOUR GIFT MY MIND OPENED

THAT IN ALL TIME NEVER PASSED AS NOW IS PASSING LOOMS

WHAT I AM IS AS WAS NEVER LOST TILL FOUND HERE THIS NIGHT.



I WAS THAT WHICH WAS CONSUMED

I AM THAT WHICH WAS SUMMONED

I HAVE ALWAYS THUS BEEN FROM BIRTH

THIS THING A MONSTER ALL WILL PRESUME

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Turnip-Aide

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Anger

Unearthed turnips roasting in pollution

crumpets melt into the tea

no hopes for any resolution

the tide come sin from the sea



giant arachnids creep like vines

lining up children for frieing squad lines

radio active flesh, so sublime

today is tomorrow death brigade

nevertheless, we ehar the doorbell chime



when life gives you turnips make turnip-aide

Author's Notes/Comments: 

somewhere over the rainbow...

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Outgrown

Chubby infant - loving, trusting,

Centre of her universe.

Mama is life and sustenance.



Trusting toddler learning borders,

Daring much yet knowing that

Mommy is there, to run back to.



Knowing youngster stretching forth now

One foot home, the other out

Trusting Mom is there to catch her.



Insecure the adolescent

Aware of much yet testing more

Needs her mother, won't admit it.



Young woman, rejecting all now -

Remember your parent here.

I am always for you, daughter



But it seems

You have outgrown my arms.

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Wonder

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General Poetry

Wondering, waiting, constant anticipation.

Let out a sigh, wonder why?

Rest, pause, think.



Pointless conversation, uneasy rest and relaxation.

Comic aggravation, easy irritation.

Vacant stare, life’s expression.

Let out a sigh, wonder why?

Rest, pause, think.



Uncontrolled expectations, constant never ends.

Thoughts flicker, visions loom.

Times cries, faith dies.

Let out a sigh, wonder why?

Rest, pause, think.


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