more poems hehe

 

Love It

So you will resign and leave the company

You sent.me a msg saying this

I replied I may leave the same day

If the job I went for is fine

Many issues remain

Those don't matter here

What matters is that we

Could've been pilots

It never happened with you

Or any other two or three

I'm very patient and will wait

See you in future planes

All the time on the world

 

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Ascend new job soon/matters more than this crap one/you wanna my job?

 

 

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Stood

Listen to the clack of the train

On the metal tracks

Lulls you to sleep

Distracts you cleaning your rifle

That will wait it's a long trip

From the rear to the front lines

Wonder if they'll bomb the train?

We do it to them reciprocate it?

I forgot who started this war

I do my bit not to end it

For I like doing what I do

Being a soldier has rewards

You would never understand

 

 

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Crossing

Crossing on green

I walk across

You drive across

Half a metre

Miss me bastard!

You get my finger

Happy Xmas motherfucker!

 

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Move on get on live/stuck past by life, let her go!/what to do in life?

newer poems

 

Statement

I like your legs

This applies to any nice gal

Who I cross paths with

I like to look feel caress kiss

Nice curvy sexy erotic legs

Just like yours or your sisters

Or your friends or cousins or mum’s

Let me enjoy their legs

The way you’ll enjoy me

Loving bonking kissing

You get the message

As I get you and you me

What are you waiting for?

Lezzzz go baby…

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Level four warning/number four NTE, boom!/give it to me now

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God damnit! Hurt guy/moped on its side by him/please be fine brother

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Deniables

You know how it is

You know what I want

Give it to me now

I know what you want

I’ll give it to you

An exchange of goods

This is what we do

You get my rifle

I get your grenade

We the army brats

They think we never

Saw combat but we did

As we fuck in the jungle

We know our battles

Not just enemy guns

Your husband will hate me

My cousin will understand

Combat stress is nasty

After what we did together

Not just between the sheets

Our totally deniable war

If only you understood

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My dear Team Leader/gives out N T Es to us/biscuits for a dog!

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Up There

What were the Scorpion heavy fighters

Chasing that dark rainy night over Lake Superior?

Something not from here

A thing that’s taking a peek

Hidden in clouds dark weather

Not easy to find if there at all

A cost to be even up there

If you don’t return it’s fine

Just know you were up here

Over the lake that night

With nobody else but your crew

They saw you on radar

Your blip merged with the object

Then one remained whom?

Is your Scorpion in the water?

Or taken elsewhere far away

Unknown to me or any of us

Surreal hidden decade old events

Repeated elsewhere?

new poems

 

Woodpecker Ridge

Hail thee Woodpecker Ridge

Let’s go compare soldiers

Let’s go compare soldiers

Let’s go compare armies

Let’s go compare nations

Let’s go compare war machines

Let’s go compare medical treatment

Let’s go compare machine guns

Let’s go compare your deaths

Japanese and American soldiers fighting

Shooting Type 92 and Browning 1919 machine guns

Tell me which is best who wins or loses?

Tell me the story of Woodpecker Ridge

I will soon go there to see hear feel remember

Events at Woodpecker Ridge 1945

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While Free

Hike the hills on your off day

Make it count no longer In the city

Away from the wage slavers

And your dice night call centre job

Oh simple joys stop the peak

See the clouds below you

No rain here it falls down

A few hours no issues

There are no top bosses here

Or pissed off customers

Only yourself and your guide

In the natural landscape

Observe the birds in flight

They are free as you are now

Only for a while…

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Hike the peaks no stress/away from stress head females/freedom for a while

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Spy Den

There we are again

His lover asks for more money

Or she will break up with him

And stop texting him

He saved her messages

It was quite harsh

New rules she said

If you want to be lovers

You pay twice the rate

He agreed in principle

Cash was scarce just now

If you leave me

That’s all on you

He will wait and see

It’s just five weeks

Till she is reassigned

Cold Moscow is calling

Harsh bleak full of spies

Unlike placid Paris

So many changes ahead

He will chase up Tania

Ugly Tania with one eye

Once he thought her boring

Time to reconsider

At least the sex is free!

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City Scree

See the hot gal

In the black denim shorts

Look at the curve of her thighs

See them go to her butt

As she gets off the bus

She knows I watch her

Tussles her dyed blond hair

I wish that hair was in my face

As we kiss while she rides me

My big cock going inside her

Tight lovely pussy tunnel

Few things feel like that

Her fingers scratch my chest

Leaving red marks

I pump upwards into her

We kiss nibble bite screw

Make love like there’s only now

Nice looking easy gal I met

On the bus to the city

This was quite easy

Both wanting needs this

Getting it on behinds the store

Naked lying on cardboard

Nobody bothers us

Early evening fun out here

Care to join us?

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Invokes Holy Allah

Please make it hard!

Yet the day later

He’s firing at full throttle

With girlfriend lover

Half his age

See her curves

All just right

Lovely Saudi princess

From a powerful family

She knows how to titillate

As she licks nibbles sucks

His cock till it’s 9 inches long

This belongs to her

Not the legal one

Who complains all day

Give me all your money!

Do you have another?

Why are you tired?

Come and fuck me

The odd time he does so

He thinks off his mistress

Who does all things

In and out of bed

Oh what illegal joys

His reason to live

An illicit lover

No longer a virgin

If both are caught

The Saudi sword awaits!

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new poems

Little bird flies along/small bits matter now/protect what is yours 

Zonking

Go to work with a hangover

After drinking half a litre

Of Petrol Brand brandy

While reading and listening to music

Midweek half way turn training

For GQ voice in the call centre

Wish I drank the other half

But I needed sleep or can't work

Another day in paradise

Not stuck in the rain

Now in the back of a VX

Looking at passing gals

One in the jeep such legs

Sit her on my knee kiss her

She's half my age oh my!

Let's go babe party time

 

 

 

Recognize

It's always this way

Bounced about in the back

While going to work

Do the job remember the training

Get some perks on the way

Meet a gal in the van

Get good incentives

Be rewarded for performance

Make new friends there

Hear some mad stories

Lose some mates to life

Crashes drugs shootings

Avoid those yourself

And maybe you'll make it

Where will we go tomorrow?

To the resort to swim

 

 

 

Run at me, bolo!/you wanna hurt me with that?/bazooka time, jerk!

 

 

 

Careers

Events on the horizon and horizon on the events

Now I know what it means to be here in this place

All the opportunities good and bad

Get a job work five days a week

This is a given you need money

And the give provides it

Unless you take another opportunity

Like being an alternative businessman

Delivering packages to certain people

We know its drugs, guns or money

Don’t ask what’s inside though t’s a given

You drive an old reliable car the cop will ignore it

Is doing this better than a normal 9-5 job?

I’ll let you explain it all to me

 

Mansell poems

‎Mansell

‎A marble in a cup shaken about like hell

‎This way that way up down

‎You get the idea it's this way

‎In the back of the jeep

‎As he drives it all over the road

‎Hold on Nigel Mansell at the wheel

‎How fast can he go?

‎Will we get there alive?

‎Or crash n burn all smoke

‎Nothing left of us going to work

‎With the driver who liked racing

‎Like I did 35 years ago hehe

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‎Mansell 2

‎Look at the gal over there

‎The one eating nuts

‎She can eat my nuts hehe

‎Like the other one does

‎She's quite nice with big thighs

‎She small legs that don't

‎Touch the floor when she sits down

‎Just like the one who doesn't talk

‎All feel the same with the light off

‎Kiss hold love touch gasp feel

‎Let's get it on babe

‎Jeep to work

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‎Mansell 3

‎Give me things to write about

‎Steal my cheap old phone

‎Off me in the jeep

‎I'll pull the pistol from my bag

‎And shoot you in the back

‎As you flee when you see it

‎Hey not my fault you got plugged

‎You started it taking my mobile.

‎I took your cheap life

‎Worth as much as my phone

‎What do you say to that?.

‎Another dead street tough

new poems

Say Hi

See the gal there

She works in my old company

Does she see the small one?

Who no longer talks to me

I wonder if both are friends

She dials the health care account

That I did for a year or so

As does her boyfriend

They get off where I used to

Now I go passed there

Going to my new job

Away from you

Past the place you get off

Where they are now

I see the gal stand up

Perfect figure an hourglass

I bet she’s great in bed

Like you used to be

Those days over

One time I missed you

No longer as time moved on

Will you ever msg me to say Hi?

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Gun Bus

Stop the bus

Not for passengers to alight

No for a different reason

It has guns on it

And is a gun bus hehe

Gonna fill our enemies full of lead

Dakakaka go the guns!

Drop down dead go the enemies

Never to arise except in Hell

A great idea putting guns on a bus

Multiple machine guns with gunners

Each with hundreds of rounds

To spray here and there

Leaving a smell of gun smoke

And like rotting dead cats

That would be nice yes?

As war is for politicians

Same old shit different nation

Gun bus visiting you soon

Gonna get you and bring war

They’re a mad lot

Not exactly Vietnam or Iraq

It’s something else this thing

An old orange painted bus

With armour plate and guns

Plus those grizzled cold gunners

Each with many kills

They know their game

Beware the gun bus!

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Partings Tidal

We both decide to go our own ways

He turns left and she turns right

See you that’s it then

Off they both go

In the next steps

Of their lives

Where to next?

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Oh write me haiku!/what topic love war peace smile!/these mind images

new poems

 

Whet

Fly to where

On this world

Or an alien one

To do that

You need to fly to it

A trip away

In a vehicle

All about aerospace

Build such a craft

I’ll go along

Far from Earth

We the explorers

Discovering what?

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Really Excel

Try to make it in whatever thing you do

Write a bestselling book sell a million

Take award winning photos get the shot of the century

Set up your own business hope it works out

All this and more the will and way to succeed

What steps have you taken to make this work?

Let’s compare notes my writing business and yours

Are you able to learn from me I and me from you?

None of this is easy and success isn’t guaranteed

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Nominate

What will you do if it goes bad

With this new one

So much potential

A lot to go wrong

Just like the last one

Or the third after this

When will one remain?

No more chasing

Or being available

Simply pick one

Keep hold of her

I nominate this one

She’s as good as any

Top of the list

No other gal needed

Let the world keep turning

Let the gal and I

Remain static in place

Enough is a pause

We are for good

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Best Book

What book to put this poem in?

Under my real name or a pen name

For too much can or cannot be said

Maybe I will use your name

For my book how about that?

I become you the normal person

Not different or alternative or odd

Will you cope being me?

And what of me being you

Or even your sister or cousin

Watch this space see my book

Stand in line buy the first copy

The best book ever!

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See the big gal there/getting off the bus, wallop!/suspension up down!

cool poems

 

Make small moody gal/more famous than pilots, goths/morning dew mist juice

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Space Love

Pink bra strap

Shoulder almost hidden

Hint of small boobs

Under her blouse

Quite a slim gal

Quiet smile with depth

Depth of personality

Inside within waiting

To be found release

A kiss eyes shut

Hold her close whisper

Those words mean it

Oh she reacts

Waiting for what?

Animals crystals aura

Take her to nature

We kiss some more

And there we are

Our business our kisses

High in clouds no rain

Snow falls ether flows

Her and I her long ago

Where are we now?

Together on a different world

Different beings we the same

Our kisses the same

We met on Earth

Far and long ago

Hold her close

Just like that

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Hidden Books

The unpublished books are still on the system

Hiding in plain sight or not wanting to be found

Leave us alone we are fine we don’t want

To be published again for we like silence

And solitude from being unpublished

Not read passed along discussed etc

Just leave us be we hide like the small gal

Her who went No Contact hiding where she can

The books are the same so email the support

Help find my unpublished ebooks that hide

Give them a poke wake them up

Let them be seen published read

Rather than hiding I don’t know where

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One Armed Bandit

See the one-armed bandit by the general store

He’s pestering people for money

Holding out a paper cup with his sad look

He asked me after I bought orange juice

No I said and ignored him

So he went on to beg with others

Who also refused this youngish guy

Who had half a hand missing

His good hand held the cup

He can still work or do a job

He can write poetry or tell a story

He can be a singer in a band

Do something creative and smile

Not be a beggar who others ignore

Imagine the guy with half a hand

Writing shattering poetry

Or singing heavy metal songs

Why didn’t I suggest that to him?

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new poems now

 

‘Nam Lid

See the cool custom bike whisper on past

Give him some Devil fingers there he goes

Cool biker on a nice bike notice the features

Short cut down rest mudguard his pith helmet

Green with red star from Vietnam

Where has he been on that bike and why?

We are all on journeys I'm going to work

If that was my bike where would I go?

 

 

 

More Words

Haven’t you noticed

There is always something to say

I’ve got things to say to my ex galfriend

Who went no contact on me

I’ve things t say to my old publisher

Things could’ve been done better

I’ve got things to say to the one

Who gave me my writing talent

I’ve got things to say to my dead parents

That doesn’t matter here or for you

There’re always more things to say

It can be important or stupid

You be the judge on that

How can I say those extra things?

Is there the time or opportunity

To do so and free my conscience

 

 

 

Twin Pains

Some things are always there

Like your memory of being there

With me at a certain time and place

 

Like my sore feet and aching legs

After a hard river waterfall hike

There are always risks

 

Being involved with you

Doing difficult hikes

I’d do it all again

 

Make it all last longer

Do those hard hikes with you

If we were to die

 

It would be together

I think of you now

After writing about you

 

Where are you now?

Doing what with whom?

 

 

 

Star Water

More of the same following days

Stasis nights gestating to what?

We are who and what we are

Our environment shapes us

Genetics is part key but you

You shaped me more than all factors

Why is this? A kind of progress

Even standing still growing to what?

All things combined it is relevant

To our tomorrow as life advances

Cannot be stopped unless we

Split the planet into three

You get two pieces I just one

It's always this way and written

Written in the water and stars

 

 

 

Catalogued

Oceans in rain falling down.

Like rocks down the mountain

Gravity basic science taking them down

This is the way of this world

At a certain place and time

3 dimensions the sweet spot

They all know where it is

As do we it's visitable in a ship

We don’t need a ship we live here

And spend half out time

Wrecking the place ruining it

The other half bemoaning that

Oh save ourselves and this world

No fake sky god will descend

From the heavens and save us

That's part of the biggest story book

Ever fucking written sci-fi horror fantasy

Less sales than the Ikea catalogue

All about a planet named Earth

Who will visit us next and how?

 

 

 

Point Turn

Point to point navigation

Enters the numbers on the system

Check the route on the display

It gives you a timeline

Between points how long

You know where what how why

A routine trip for you both

What if a number was wrong?

Entered wrong by you

Or scrambled by the device

Where will you end up

What will happen

How will you be

When it all goes wrong

Numbers in a device

Point to point navigation

What of it all failed?