ABSOLUTE SILT FLINT OTHER POEMS

I feel like absolute shit

Not just a little bit

I do not want friendship

Because of the burden it would hit

I could go on about a pit

Which I have done quite a bit

I just went out for a walk a little bit

And now I am just going to sit

After a washing up fit

And life is wanting to quit

Especially no sleep

Under my duvet/quilt

I don't feel any guilt

My body may become silt

Or in a pit I could tilt

I wish I could spark like a flint

If I were money I would like to be mint

If I were a hairdo I want to be the best tint

But if you manage to take the hint

If I were an after eight I would have no mint

If I were a amber nectar ale I would have no pint

If I were a dot matrix printer I would have no print

ANYMORE ANYMORE OTHER POEM

I don't want this life anymore

There is nothing I want to implore

And there is nothing to me that is galore

I simply don't want live this life I abhor

I am so racked in pain my head to the floor

This life is such an awful tortious bore

Categorically and totally overall so sore

He wonders if he walks out of the door

And not be on this planet anymore

Then the siblings would not be four

And mother would be fraught for sure

The dead man knows there is no cure

No animal will lend a gentle paw

No woodman would attack with a saw

No policemen would break any law

No golfer would shout out four

BROTHER JONATHON POEMS

He is very much a brother like no other

For throughout my childhood he did not bother

Except for the cricket ball smacked between my eyes

He stayed eighteen months in Leicester for schooling

All I remember is his orange hair and a bicycle

And Bob Marley and Pink Floyd up the corridor

Once upon a time he did bogies on my wall

My mother in no other terms was appalled

When he reached through higher education

Attaining such brilliance to PhD qualification

Have to attest that mother did not smoke marijuana

He reached atonement for his sins in Hawaii

When I did visit him for a bonding session

Although my younger sister twisted I have to mention

Wanted to take me to see Leicester, season over

Then the tour through the countryside

Visiting all the childhood schools and memories

So finally my brother was not my enemy

DISARRAY, STATE AND DANCE OTHER POEMS

I am in total disarray

For the pain I endure every day

I wake up not wanting the day

And today is the strongest feeling

The way I feel today and everyday

Far beyond despair the disarray

It has been said before no hurray

And I definitely don't want today

Almost wish it every minute of the day

How I manage to live with this pain

And it made me think of my mind state

And wander into as different chance

Or put it another way another stance

It is actually absolutely desperate living in this state

I could not burden someone as any form of mate

Let alone have a promise in some form of date

It is almost 1 a clock and out of bed I am certainly late

And I really don't know what to do in this state

Because no matter what I do my pain does not abate

Perhaps amber nectar in quantities to fill a crate

Would be the only way my pain would abate

Then my life would like a balloon would deflate

And I would have to trust whatever was fate

Back to chance from another stance,

All I really want is my for my life to dance

DISMAY TODAY OTHER POEMS

I feel so unwell and dire today

It brings me in a state of dismay

With stomach and throat so unwell

Have no clue what to do today

Especially in connection with food

I am in a really really bad mood

Day before nothing passed

Not sure any will come to pass

Just not stopping my strife

Fed up to the rafters

Definitely no afters

I am a dead man and nothing will turn

I am sure gonna burn

There is nothing I can yearn

From the life that is so spurned

For me the World has stopped turning

Because there is not anything of value

And I just do not know how too

DOUBLE TAKE OTHER POEMS

Badgers badgering

Bears bare

Bees being

Boars bore

Bottoms bottom

Boughs bows

Butterflies butterflying

Cheetah cheating

Clouds cloudy

Cows cowing

Crabs crabby

Crows crow

Cubs cub

Dresses dress

Earth earthing

Eyes eye

Fingers finger

Fleas flea-ing

Flies flying

Fog fogging

Foxes foxy

Grass grassing

Heads head

Hedges hedging

Hogs hog

Horses horsey

June Jun-ing

March marching

May maying

Mist misting

Months monthly

Mountain mountainous

Nails nail

Pants pant

Planets planetary

Pikes pikey

Piggies piggish

Pilots pilot

Prawns pawns

Rain raining

Sacks sack

Seasons seasoning

Sheep sheepish

Shorts short

Snow snowing

Sleet sleeting

Stars starring

Sun sunny

Trout’s trout

Universe universally

Whales Wales

World Worldly

DREAMY STATE OTHER POEMS

Had a lovely dream this morning. It was somewhat weird, based on the beach, hoards of people, including me.

These red Indians came round on horses as a threat, rode through the crowd and the Chief dismounted and started to run away, I chased after him.

Next part was speaking to a couple of people, perhaps at a school (regarding the chase, someone championed me) then sat on a twin bed in a room with a very attractive lady on her bed.

We chatted about work and her corporate status.

We laughed and chatted.

I was conscious of returning to a spouse not specific, moved right next to her on a chair, just wanted to hear her clearer.

As I motioned to leave, she approached me and kissed my cheek, then mouth.

I had some sort of mask preventing the contact, I moved it up and the rest was censored as I awoke.

FIERCEST BURNING FIRE OTHER POEMS

I feel so extremely ill, I should take mixed pills

I feel so horrific, I would miss out on a picnic

I feel so utterly sore, I have pain oozing out of pore

I have pain coursing out of every single pore

My lifelong tell is full of of tortious ire

I should burn out on the fiercest burning fire

I am in such pain randomly all over my body

I am like a headache consuming every brain cell

I do stretches and Pilates floor and standing out in the sunshine

I am learning to do these things that will help my pain

I do wonder if the was any kind of point

I have now taken to body massaging, boiling hot and ice cold treatments

I walk with my feet bare along the grass of the local park

Feel the rock I sit on sensing the slight rough caress

My life can be one big pain in the ass

From this writings you must just simply grasp

Which can feel like an angry mule kick

The message of this last mans gasp

If feels like a wasps nests annoyed over zealous bear

Or if the life were to be sucked out into the air

I am just so sick of it all, I want to have some fun

I do feel like my life could be over and done

I DETEST MY LIFE OTHER POEMS

My throat ferociously blights my life

My ears, neck down to collar bone inflamed tagliatelle line

My shoulders ache ache ache

My chest is sore sore sore

I am hungry I could eat a horse that will kill me, not Bill

My poor me, but ain't no joke

My doppelganger does not doppel

My thighs/knees burn like teas

My surface skin boils away

Muscles deadest like athletes

My toes are woes

Don't be surprised if I take it !

I DO NOT KNOW OTHER POEM

But I am sure I am gonna die

Because of the way I feel inside

It is so stressful it makes me want to cry

And I cannot see me long lived like my Jody

Once upon a time did state, because she sighted healthy Dad

That was so long ago and I have no how to go on

All I have had today is a bacon, rocket and tomato sarnie

Which leaves me dire and no reply to my girls Narnie

I am so dead to day, and dead every day, will be dead tomorrow

And the next day, and the next day, and the next day

This is why my life is not to live, in a world I cannot forgive

Having gone through two GP practices, oodles of scans,

Ultrasound, referrals, numerous invalid solicitations

Namely frontal lobe body, that has no specific symptom

But leads my horrific life that simply has me beaten

LIFE THAT CRIES IS NOT FAKE OTHER POEMS

What am I to do

Christmas will not do

Maternal interference certainly will not do

All I want to do is go

Be on my own like I am now

It is a sad life to live

But at least I will be able to do

Whatever it takes

And when to much I can put on the brakes

And anything wrong I do to me is not a mistake

All it is, is the other person that it makes

But then we are all like that with our own takes

I just don't know if I can forsake

Continual jibes like an overflowing lake

From this feeling I want to be awake

So the flood of toil is at last fake

I certainly don't want this feeling to take

In the morning will I transform from sleep awake

So in the morning I can take what it takes

MATHS PLUS MINUS OTHER POEMS

Well you have the simple plus and minus

That formative teachers start to teach us

It unquestionably does not reach some of us

And in some for the rest of their lives it is a fuss

What about all the type of angles that are thus

Acute, right, straight reflex and obtuse

All of these terms are of Worldly in use

To a few it does manage to be no use

There is the basic division and multiplication

With accompanying addition and subtraction

And of course there is the decimal fraction

Angles, algebra, vertex, equals and equations

That run through life in so many situations

ONE UNLUCKY EVENING OTHER POEMs

Once I found myself in a very bad situation, spent the evening handing out leaflets alternatively which were documents of “Mad World” and “Green Recycling Guru” that have been printed. One one such evening one was attacked by the foot of a black haired guy with black jeans and jacket and one did not understand what he said, but then I was tripped and kicked and punched, One managed to run away after saying “leave me alone” Some minutes later one returned to recover the leather wallet and the Recycling papers that had blown away completely from the tarmac path, then I was attacked by the same guy and now another guy taller with blond curly hair, there were two others in the background not offending. So not worth calling the police or going to hospital cos one can look after myself.

OODLES OF SCANS OTHER POEMS

But I am sure I am gonna die

Because of the way I feel inside

It is so stressful it makes me want to cry

And I cannot see my long lived daughters Jody and Lauren

Once upon a time did state, because they sighted healthy Dad

That was so long ago and I have no how to go on

All I have had today is a bacon, rocket and tomato sarnie

Which leaves me dire and no reply from my girls

I am so dead to day, and dead every day, will be dead tomorrow

And the next day, and the next day, and the next day

This is why my life is not to live, in a world I cannot forgive

Having gone through two GP practices, oodles of scans,

Ultrasound, referrals, numerous invalid solicitations

Namely frontal lobe body, that has no specific symptom

But leads my horrific life that simply has me beaten

STRONGEST DEATH FEELING OTHER POEMS

I have a life in the strongest terms I simply cannot bare

It is with me every hour of every day, it is so unfair

I slop around in very casual clothes to wear

Because there is no place I want to be in the glare

For this life I lead and long since been Pierre who does care

I so wish I was brave enough for suicide but I don't dare

I want to run out holding a burning flare

To bring to the attention and I do declare

There is nothing that will help me, not even a chocolate éclair

I am making reference to bear with a sore head

And fair enough, because I do feel nearly dead

There is no where on this earth to I want to tread

In this life that is totally and utterly filled with dread

I don't know whether to eat anything balloon lead

I have never been religious about daily bread

From this life, I actually drastically want to be dead

WE NEEDED EDUCATION OTHER POEMS

We were denied education

We were denied thought control

Little ones, back of estate car