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I was blue and lonely, couldn't sleep a wink. And I could only get unconscious if I'd had too much to drink. I needed inspiration, someone to call a muse.
Mummy Assemble the fleet, Broken Britain - Benefits cheats. Hose down my town Benefits come with age, Seen it, mean it, been it.
Opuss writers are the sh*t & will leave you awestruck. They say what they think, Bad asses they don't give a f*ck. Each have followers galore. Writers of poems and tales of yore.
I'm not Steven Moffat, Although folk have told me otherwise. 'Folk' is not a word Steven Moffat would use. Not least in the context of a poem about himself.
I'm taking the night off , no poetry for me. It would only be lost, I don't think you would see. plus I'm going to watch all the football iv'e missed but I don't think I can stop writing like this.
I have this problem, Can you see. I can't stop writing Poetry. Which, you may think Is not so bad, But its driving me Slowly mad. When I write now, Every time, I have the urge To make things rhyme.
Why use a simple rhyme, When poems can be Like- -This. That's like saying: Why have a hug. If you can have a kiss.
I'm a superhero. And I've got superpowers. I've got x-ray vision. I can stare at girls for hours. I can fly around the world. I can go real fast. I can travel to the future. I can go back to the past.
Ambiguous poetry: what does it mean. Try to imagine: now what have we seen. A rainbow, a car, a knife in their backs, cross sections of life: seen smaller through cracks.
While I was sleeping, Within my bed, A tiny Spark, Entered my head, And thus was born, Within my mind, The thought to Blog, For all Mankind.
I'm afraid I have a question A nagging little quip Needs addressing properly Before I lose my grip The simplest of problems I'm sure it can be solved I really do apologise For getting you...
To all my lovely Opuss friends,. A big thanks this grateful writer sends;. 100 posts,. Ranking 8,. (But that's been up and down of late.). So thank you all,. For looking in;. I'll try to make you.
Tongue in cheek parady to Abba's Knowing me, Knowing You song. No more original content Top post your after Reading through an empty mind, why. Just try.
*** "Moetry" (by @blindmuggy) review. 1. First reaction: My first reaction was - what a philosophical chaos in lines.
Hi hi hi-kuuuu)))) Hello everybody, since this day I start to posting new series of tinny Japanese poems - haiku/hokku. Some of them are canonic but some are free-form.
A man once said "it's only words". But that is strictly for the birds. For words are good words are great. Words spread love and nurture hate. They help us thru our darkest hour.
I am the Not-A-Clock. I do not pass the time. I do not live by increments, Nor mark them with a chime. I have no hands with which to point, No face to read my thoughts.