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I Am Practicing To Be A Poet

Personal Stories, Advice, and Support

    " Walkies"

    As you walk on the pavement down the road, And your body is hurting and your head throbbing, The sting as a fly alights on your skin, There's a welcome companion nuzzling the ground, From your head to your feet, You wish you could beat, That unwelcome companion the sneeze...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 20, 2013

    It's That Time Again

    It's that time of year again, Too many people spending too much money, Crazy office parties, crazy people and crazy children, Commercialised,critisised and oversized gone that way, Too Fat Too Tat to-morrow is boxing day, Burp and slurp Dad's not at work, The kids in quids,pick...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Nov 25, 2013

    So,You Think You Are A Tough Guy?

    You are bigger than most? Blubber A fist without a brain, Yes If I bop you one will you cry? Easy We think so you are a coward, Easy Take your sheep away, you're on you're own, Easy What made you think you could strong arm people? No,No,No. You will meet your match, Easy Did...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jul 19, 2013

    The House In The Park

    This house was a home for a family many many years ago, Now a school.The school in the del, The house with a mouse or two or three, Children with pride, you might say, Wonderful staff so dedicated and professional, Inside the walls are wood lined and dark, With fine great oaks...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 19, 2013

    It Is Simple, I Live In This World.

    I like to cook, not out of a book, Tradition being the by word, Use your local suppliers, the farmer, fisherman and fresh vegetable man, Go out into the country and gather what may, The mushrooms, mollusces and the mighty meats, That perfect going back to your locals, loving...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jul 31, 2013

    A Summers Day

    Come the sun come the day, In the meadow smell the flower sown hay, See the bees, hear their humming, Those warm days are coming, The Sky lark's sings her lovely twitter, And dances her joyful winged display, The low groan of a cow's call saves the day, In farm kitchen the bread...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jul 17, 2013

    Time

    This is the time to tellThe venerable tale of timeExcuse me do you have the time?The time for what?I say. No the time !Well I'm living are'nt INO, the time,I get badgered, people point to their wrist,I scratch mine,No it. fine honest,saw the doctor,Get on the bus, Driver yes mate...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 21, 2013

    The Dour Mills In The Town

    The chimneys in the town where the mill is, They look so sad and seem to bend when the wind is, Blowing so cold where the mind is, Could it be? That in some way,what may be is, Sad that the man with the dozzer,to take them down is The very man who built them so many years ago is...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jul 3, 2013

    Old And Young? Some Do!

    He is a sad old man and wants someone young to love, A girl who is blind to his looks, But sees his mind as a challenge, He will look after her, and her him, He believes in equality,fairness and has a kind head, Would never hurt, always respect, and have it returned, She...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    1 Response Jul 18, 2013

    Simply The Best

    Written on 25-11-05 Our George has gone. He did not cry or demand, His life as a genious was one, So different we could not understand, He footed and womaned and supped, May be he needed a family, May be he forgot, We treated him as a god, May be he forgot he was...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jul 11, 2013

    Al -Fa - Bet Slug.

    Have you seen that shameful slow sliding slug. Is he slyly seeking shadowy shade Slothfully slithering by? Does he salivate on your salsify salaciously? That shameful slow sliding slug. Living, lithe, loathsome,loading his liver, Lean long and lubricated looting the lonicera...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 22, 2013

    Short Poem " Wag"

    Oh little wagtail cocking a wink at me, Jumping and jingling in front of my pane, You are a playmate, do you not see? Each time you move, they move free, You are pretty and touch my heart, Not even frightened when we are apart, So go see your wife,and make a family, I will love...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jul 17, 2013

    Innocent You Ain'T

                                                              ( I am a mid age women having problems ) Do I walk with my head on the wrong way around? May be I see through the back of my head, Possible capabilities of super human abilities, I do not...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 24, 2013

    Old? Do You Think?

    When you are old, the feeling you had when you wer'nt, Seems to overwhelm you,and frustrate every bone in your body, Spoken to as if all knowledge had been expunged from your brain, No opinion should be uttered from your lips, save please and thank you, Be grateful you are alive...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    1 Response Jul 2, 2013

    Short Poem / Morning Cup Of Tea.

    My cup of tea, Don't take it from me, Would you rather have coffee? No, I like my cha by far Ma ! X. In summer the window's flung open, The morning silence is spoken, The diamond on my hilt is, The first's of the day,free and me, And my cup of tea.
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 24, 2013

    Two And Two Made Twentytwo

    There's a window outside my window ,no door, When I look out my window someone's looking at me, And I have not seen them before, Another time I saw a shadow but only fleeting, May be they are in there having a meeting, But it is late at night and I don't think that is right...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 23, 2013

    Short poem / That ____ Pipe Moment

    In days of yor, I smoked a pipe, On the back porch the world Not going by,but the hills, Ock, No body getting at you to do, Quite a job keeping that pipe clean, After, you got a good smoke, Can taste it even now,them hills, The smell in my baci pouch,wat's that, This is good,best...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 20, 2013

    A Wet Day In South London

    I want you to pretend I am a young to mid age female. Durr I forgot my mac to-day,my belly button has a lake in it, The Niagra is running down my spine,OO that's a nice feeling, Everything is wet wet wet.Where's that mac, must get to Ealing, You know, that sodden weather,trust it...
    GentlyBently GentlyBently
    66-70, M
    Jun 20, 2013
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