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A poem or 2

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The feelings rise, they get ever near

I just sense the prize: the falling tear

The chest tightens up, the flood is within

The emotions well, let the choking begin

But it stops; like a sneeze unable to start

Almost a dream and too quick to depart

Why can’t I cry, why won’t it release?

I loved my Dad and I’m glad he’s at peace

But shouldn’t a tear be shed at his passing?

A tribute, a wailing, an expression of passion?

Am I really so cold that I truly can’t feel

The grieving they say is required for the heal

Is unexpressed pain really hiding within

If it’s simmering deeply, then let it begin

I want the release, I pine for the deluge

Let it smother my mind, I seek for no refuge

Maybe emotions are not equally dealt

Not everyone gifted what others have felt

If time is the healer, the annealer of loss

Will it still work if you can only feel cross?

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Let us not forget, as I did.... it is National Poetry Day today.....

So all you secret lovers of poetry, time to climb out of the closet :skin_up:

:)

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Okay then, after having brought up "National Poetry Day" I feel that I should at least make an effort...unfortunately poetry isnt my niche... BUT.... I will post a poem written by my Mr PB. He wrote this a few yrs ago when he used to be a night time taxi driver. He quite surprised me, a man of few words, and a closed book normally.... strange what qualities people try and hide about themselves?

So this is a poem written by Mr Powerband....

PRIVATE HIRE DRIVER

Good evenin Sir, where will it be?

A pub, a club or some sights to see?

Just take me home ya fuckin' nob

Comes a reply from the back, another pissed up slob.

Where ya goin, you arsehole, you've gone the wrong way!

I beg to differ "Twat" I do this all day.

Who do this scum think that they are?

You've paid two pound you don't own my car!

They treat you like shit, like you're there to abuse

Like you're something they trod on that stuck to their shoes.

Then of course there's the proverbial runner,

And the gorgeous, short skirted, long legged stunner.

There's offers of sex, drugs and cheap plonk

And the couple in the back trying to have a quick bonk.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes its good fun

When you're not getting beaten, molested or done.

At the end of the day it's a means to an end

Not something on which you can rely or depend.

Like the weather, your income can change overnight

By the middle of Autumn things really get tight

But by Christmas and New Year, well, what can I say?

At fare and a half, it really does pay.

So decide for yourself, if you think the job's fare :)

And they say a policeman's lot is not a happy one!

Credits to Mr Powerband :)

I did ask him for permission to post the above, gonna take a chance here... lol and post another couple of my favorites composed by him.... (apologies Mr PB, but I love them because they are real life to me) and I think he should share his works...

So dont ask why I have a black eye when you see me :) .... ( joking!)

The next poem was composed for a girlfriend of ours that wanted something extra special for her partners Valentine card... might be a little bit raw for some people, so beware... :rofl:

VALENTINE'S ...... HIM, from HER...

Violets are blue, Roses are red

Wap your tool out and I'll give wicked head.

I'll lick and I'll lick, till it's as hard as a rock,

Then into my mouth I'll slip your whole cock!

Up and down, I'll slide my lips soft and sweet

Till your body tingles from your head to your feet.

Just whenyou think "I'm cumming, this is it!"

I'll sit on your face and say "Now suck my clit!"

by Mr Powerband

Just found this last little one.... hope he doesn't mind. But he should share his work not stash it away :D

not titled..

If u miss when u piss

Clean it up u MUCKY pup.

This includes the floor as well,

Cos otherwise it starts 2 smell

Moral of this ode has 2 be

Please take care when u PEE!

We all know the loo moves

When u take a pee.

Giving hitting the pan

A degree of difficulty

But if u clean it up WC would appreciate it

And if u don't, UR IN THE SHIT!

All credits to my other arf Mr Powerband..who will wince when he sees what I have done, and tell me "It aint MR POWERBAND, it's powerband"

Reason being that I only wanted to ask one question about growin weed about 4/5 yrs ago... had to log in, so I said to him..."Quick, give me a name I can use for this log in crap!" he honourably let me use one of his old handles, from yrs before...

So now you all know why I'm powerband.. and he will be pleased that the truth is out lol

lol

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Wild? I think not

No wilder than the rest of us caged animals.

Your pretence, hiding weakness behind a mask of arrogance

As with everyone

I know more than you

No you don’t

Yes I do

You take freely from your peer

And give back as you receive

Neither one any closer to your end game of happiness

Shallow indeterminate pleasure

Taking temporary peace in the form of chaos

The more confusing the outside becomes

The calmer you feel inside

For a while

Where to go, what to do

Which sodden path, to walk, to choose

No happiness, just different levels of shit?

Inevitably you’re on the wrong one

But we’ll all meet in the end

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In days gone by,

As my dad said,

To escape life,

Is not being dead.

Block out your mind,

Escape failure and such,

Just a hit and a puff,

Is never too much.

So if you need a break indeed,

Just use what god gave us from a seed,

Its not a want, it is a need,

Smokin Smokin Smokin Weed.

Just thought id give a poem a go

:)

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An empty room a vacant chair something missing everywhere.

My heart a place on you can fill, i love you baby and always will.

Replace 'baby' with your partners/wife/boy-girl friends name :)

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life is a puzzling conundrum

i look at it with my psychic eye

i dont think you could call it doll-drum

because most of the time ive bin high

looking back on my past from a precipice

seeing love, hate ,despair and demise

ive always bin in there to say my piece

and wrought chaos where there were calm sky's

cant say i proceeded with caution

but did not mean to hurt anyone

just saw the world through a drug fuelled distortion

and was only trying to have some fun

like a bad hand dealt in poker

never have had an ace in the hole

i always end up playing the joker

always me that scores the own goal

but looking back on the bright side

live hasnt bin all that rotten

lifes sometimes dealt me an easy ride

and the high times are never forgotten.

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Perchance to meet,

In this life so sweet,

A mind that’s fine,

With thoughts divine,

Exalted high,

Revelation nigh!

The promise is there, it raises the beat, mortality mellows, no need to now weep!

But if it’s not real, and this is a con, then isn’t the now, where we go wrong?

Perchance to be seen,

In a world serene,

Actions so kind,

To fulfill mankind,

Unselfish state,

Humanities sate!

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And so you pulled the winning wishbone from the Christmas turkeys breast/Signifying nothing like the paper hat that rests/precariously on balance;/like the family reunion gathering/The king was in his counting house/counting out his honey/the bees had gone on strike/asking lots more money.

But remember :

The distant crash of TV tunes/party hats and pink balloons

The old man died in ecstasy/clutching at the Suns page three.

The roar of outsides silences/twitches in my ear as/though everybody sits still here. And though I'm rather weary/my pen still travels on/on an intercity rover/bought for twenty pounds.

And all our sins were made of wood/and used to kill he who did good/And all our lies turned to steel/driven through his hands and feet/If he rose he couldn't stand/wine would run right through his hand/he preached on mounts/he died in pain/called a passion play/this pain goes on again.

And yet !

The windows shut/the curtains drawn/In ink not pencil/keeps better till dawn/many thoughts a word embraces/leading to mysterious places.

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Love takes us to the inner stars

On the wings of thought

Into the heart

Of life itself

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Hear my song said the bird to the tree

see my leafs shining bright in the glistering of sunlight

hold my hand said the son to the father

runs though like sand then falls to the ground.

black clouds in blue sky

no time to hear your song you bird

no time to look at you tree

in the next life maybe

I missed this one, many springs have broke

many winds have blown, shame its the way it is

but it just is.... :bag:

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Few poems about being Manic Depressive.

Wrote them months ago when I was considering my place in the world.

--------------------------

My last manic journey was very long,

My previous personality all but gone.

Took two years to crawl out the hole,

Like trying to climb a greasey pole.

The months before were the evil mixed states,

Bouts of depression, euphoria at various rates.

The mixed states are pure unfettered hell,

Like a wounded animal, under some spell.

The mental state that is even for others,

It's not like it is for our Bi-polar brothers.

You pray for respite from this endless motion,

The drugs they give you are mearly a lotion.

One minute I'm laughing at fresh air,

The next I'm slumped in a state of total despair.

The slightest thing sends you either way,

Morning, Afternoon, Evening, anytime of day.

I play the same tune 15x in a row,

I'm high on nothing, didn't take any blow.

I can laugh out loud at the slightest thing,

I might even start to badly sing.

In the blink of an eye the mood has swung,

It's easy to visualise why some get hung.

No level platform on which to stand,

Nothing helps, not even a loving hand.

Finally the depressive phases move on,

You foolishly believe they are dead and gone.

You start to feel normal, or so you think,

You make plans, your ship is impossible to sink.

First comes the hypomanic state,

You're top dog in everything, especially debate.

Sharp as a razor that's your tongue,

Be careful though, before long you may be talking dung.

Hypomania could last sometime,

It's productive, a time to earn some dime.

You've the energy, motive and desire,

There are massive challenges of which to aspire.

You could be here for months at a time,

So full of energy you miss the midnight chime.

The worlds at your feet,

It seems you've got your demons in retreat.

On top of the world nothing can stop you,

Sadly the mania arrives as if on queue.

You notice you are talking over the top of others,

You've no time at all for normal brothers.

People seem a step behind your flying mind,

You get easily bored of the daily grind.

You quit your job, you can go it alone,

The seeds of your destruction, so easily sown.

Before long the mind is a flight of endless ideas,

Brain has been tuned by the finest engineers.

So many ideas you can't grasp one,

That's when you know the mania has begun.

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Manic comes, Manic goes, where you will end up, god only knows.

I felt affinity with the universe, I know now it was perverse.

So strong was the mania I felt, tough cards to work with I had been dealt.

Blipped out consciousness two nights in a row, the mania like seeds did grow.

A journey I'd never been on before, it's so hard to describe the world I saw.

The psychonaught in me loved the ride, it was like I'd found my ideal bride.

She took my hand and gripped it tightly, no way out she's very spritely.

Days passed by it's hard to describe, felt like the king of a brand new tribe.

Moments, Hours, Days gone quick, the mania knows every trick.

Calling people on the phone, little did I know I was all alone.

I wanted to share out the excess energy, sadly folk were all normality; lethergy.

They didn't understand where I was at, they called the doctor at the drop of a hat.

I had no way to intrepret this feeling, the top of my head it had no ceiling.

Only conclusion I could draw, was that I'd magically passed through an invisable door.

The universe and my mind, we'd started to link and bind.

All I wanted was a place to think, were I ended up caused me to sink.

Someone from another place, felt they controlled me with utter grace.

I felt I was a being controlled by a higher force, steering me on an unknown course.

Alien spacemen took control, together we had one hell of a roll.

I lost control of my logical thinking, at the end I knew that I was sinking.

All inhibitions gone completely, easy to behave completely madly.

I asked the Alien controller for more power, I didn't want to start to cower.

The game was up the power reduced, it was clear to all, easily deduced.

My brain was like a CPU, that was the only conclusion that I drew.

Alien controllers had upgraded me, a test subject for all to see.

Charging up for weeks before, I had no need to sleep nor snore.

Felt my body was a battery pack, run down eventually, that mania got the sack.

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If they jail me I will write a book of poems.

Mania is cruel, Mania is a curse,

It's put many a manic inside a hearse.

Mania is something most people never feel,

Without a care in the world you forget what's real.

You start to feel unnaturally good,

You question the ground on which you once stood.

Like every drug rolled into one,

You've the ability to shock, inspire and stun.

Mania is like being plugged into the mains,

Voltage gradually ramped up for personal gains.

The normal guy he's consistant and level,

The manics life is controlled by the Devil.

The mania builds, as if someone adjusts the dial,

There is no limit to this endless trial.

You feel it building, don't want it to stop,

If you're not careful your brain will go pop.

Throw out your old life, you're off on a new way,

You feel total euphoria for no reason, every-day.

There is no limit to how good you feel,

You really think you're the real deal.

Noone has the powers you possess,

You can take anything in situations of distress.

Euphoria leads you down a dangerous road,

You couldn't care less if you had no abode.

After a while it builds to a fever,

Then comes the delusions; you're your own Diva.

Brain is burning you need no sleep,

If you're unprepared you're going in deep.

Without need for sleep and no desire to eat,

Mania will build, survival will be quite a feat.

You've been up for 5 days and eaten nowt,

You're in the shit there is no doubt.

Run down and worn out, you become confused,

Your mind and body ultimately abused.

The hallicinations and paranoia arrive,

You're in for one hell of a dive.

You enter into a survival state,

There is from here no real rebate.

Usually end up being sectioned; it's for the best,

The bloody Bi-Polar, you need the rest.

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I was manic, addicted to the high,

Now I feel I'd rather die.

I got happy for once, went over the top,

You've no idea how fast you drop.

I worked out endlessly, got super fit,

The motivation gone it was just a flit.

5months it's been since the crash,

My wrists could be so easy to slash.

Back on the smokes my fitness gone,

Muscles I built it was all a con.

From my huge desire for life,

I'm on 20 a day, it's awful strife.

Can't see any reason to go on,

It's hard to find motiviation when you wish you were gone.

I look in the mirror and see the decay,

Results of depression day to day.

I feel it'll be impossible to quit,

These cigarettes make it impossible to be fit.

The body and mind both in recession,

I feel alive yet contained in my own funeral prosession.

I see before me a broken man,

Dealing with hell as best he can.

I wonder what the future will bring,

At this time it's only misery that I can sing.

:yinyang: Hang tough it gets better.

------------------------------------------------

A friend once said I was the one who'd go far,

He noticed in me something that was above par.

What he didn't realise was that what he'd seen,

It was a delusion, not real, I was too keen.

The manic man who has no limit,

He appears like he will always win it.

People struggle to work out what is the appeal,

Of the bloke who appears the real deal.

They are drawn in by his natural flare,

He's everything they want to be but they don't dare.

After a while the cracks start to appear,

The constant manic man starts to disappear.

The manic man struggles as life moves on,

Manic periods become less long.

The mordern life is narrow band,

For I'm one in one hundred, a grain of sand.

Life is setup for the normal being,

Sadly the manic he is all seeing.

The mind is naturally expanded, it boggles,

It's cause I wear the lazer goggles.

The swings from high to low,

You see everything that other people don't know.

The burden of a gift starts to overwhelm,

The manic man is at the end of his realm.

It's known fact this condition gets worse,

Over the years it becomes a curse.

In your teenage years you can do no wrong,

As an adult your stuffed as normal life is just a prong.

1 in 5 of us who are Bipolar,

Find that life becomes one big steamroller.

We don't fit in with the normal ideal,

Our sanity is there for all to steal.

My friend saw in me, something different,

Don't blame him for I was so flippant.

As a child I was distracted.

No suprise I've ended up so protracted.

Edited by BiPolar Dave
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Few poems about being Manic Depressive.

Wrote them months ago when I was considering my place in the world.

--------------------------

My last manic journey was very long,

My previous personality all but gone.

Took two years to crawl out the hole,

Like trying to climb a greasey pole.

The months before were the evil mixed states,

Bouts of depression, euphoria at various rates.

The mixed states are pure unfettered hell,

Like a wounded animal, under some spell.

The mental state that is even for others,

It's not like it is for our Bi-polar brothers.

You pray for respite from this endless motion,

The drugs they give you are mearly a lotion.

One minute I'm laughing at fresh air,

The next I'm slumped in a state of total despair.

The slightest thing sends you either way,

Morning, Afternoon, Evening, anytime of day.

I play the same tune 15x in a row,

I'm high on nothing, didn't take any blow.

I can laugh out loud at the slightest thing,

I might even start to badly sing.

In the blink of an eye the mood has swung,

It's easy to visualise why some get hung.

No level platform on which to stand,

Nothing helps, not even a loving hand.

Finally the depressive phases move on,

You foolishly believe they are dead and gone.

You start to feel normal, or so you think,

You make plans, your ship is impossible to sink.

First comes the hypomanic state,

You're top dog in everything, especially debate.

Sharp as a razor that's your tongue,

Be careful though, before long you may be talking dung.

Hypomania could last sometime,

It's productive, a time to earn some dime.

You've the energy, motive and desire,

There are massive challenges of which to aspire.

You could be here for months at a time,

So full of energy you miss the midnight chime.

The worlds at your feet,

It seems you've got your demons in retreat.

On top of the world nothing can stop you,

Sadly the mania arrives as if on queue.

You notice you are talking over the top of others,

You've no time at all for normal brothers.

People seem a step behind your flying mind,

You get easily bored of the daily grind.

You quit your job, you can go it alone,

The seeds of your destruction, so easily sown.

Before long the mind is a flight of endless ideas,

Brain has been tuned by the finest engineers.

So many ideas you can't grasp one,

That's when you know the mania has begun.

That was a very good poem

You described this condition too a tee

I fly so high

And I fall so low (moby).. :yinyang:

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