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A poem or 2

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poetry is gay,is all I have to say ,sorry to be a cunt. if your opinion I affront, but if it does ....... are you gay?

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hey you there

please dont judge

that which

you cant touch

i used to care

now i dont much

cause of all the things

you done touch

judge away

with your negativity

it defines you

dont mean nothing

to me

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the garden is waiting

so stop your debating

the journey is worth more than the prize

im here to guide you

so let me inside you

you will never know untill you try

realise your potential

i know it sounds mental

we are much more than meat and just bone

the karmas to learn you

the twists and the turns too

the future is ours now to own

we're all on a journey

its sweet and sour honey

dont take peanuts for your precious time

take care for your sanity

and dont get caught by the vanity

dont take the sentence if you cant do the crime

dont watch the news

for all you see is abuse

of the planet and of your fellow man

they programme you with sadness

and cruel acts of badness

its no wonder my heads in the sand

dont let the hate eat you

this is how they will beat you

the darkness will blacken your mind

they feed off your sadness

but in your heart theres no badness

a true love you just have to find

try not to slacken

your grip on the atom

the quark and the gluon combined

its quantum mechanics

keep calm do not panic

an improbable truth you will find

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On ‎28‎/‎12‎/‎2016 at 5:56 PM, Captain Bonglington said:

Just seen this Boojum, that's really good mate :yep: you written anymore?


Boojam's poem is brill, his gift manifest, I've read lots today, but his is the best.

Its late and I'm tired, I'll go make a cuppa, oh no I won't, I'll just take an UPPER.



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raise your glasses  and give thanks,

to those who kindly run seedbanks.

pop the seeds and watch them sprout,

harden off then they go out.

a hidden spot that you have found,

the seedlings planted in the ground.

you water them , and off they go,

a secret, quiet, guerilla grow.

and as months pass,  the buds appear,

enough you hope will last the year.

at harvest time, on secret land,

with bags and cutters in your hand,

you chop your harvest, from the mud,

kolas, and the popcorn buds.

away to dry, to get a cure,

the ganja harvest strong and pure.

so grab a joint, and fill your pipe,

or stoke a bong up if you like,

with resin, pollen,  kief  or kush

and celebrate this special bush ....


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good poems, thank you

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On 12/05/2013 at 7:43 PM, BiPolar Dave said:

Radiating light like a walking funfair!

That's worthy of an award mate. Don't worry, I'll tell 'em Leonard Cohen spent months on it. 

Top work just for that line. Seriously.

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To add an O and avoid the grammar polizei

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Here i sit, Broken hearted.

Paid a penny and only farted!

I think next time, I'll take a chance.

Save my penny and shit my pants.



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Theres a very old poem ive been trying to find for a while now. Its a tale of a very happy couple living in a cottage in the countryside, isolated. It was probably written in the 1800s early 1900s. They live in blissful happiness, until one day they have their first ever row. Instead of making up, he walks out and goes either hunting in the hills or checking his flock. He has an accident, falls, or gets trapped and dies. His wife, waits anxiously for a day or two before she sets out to search for him and eventually finds him dead or someone else finds him, not quite sure. The moral of the story was never walk out after a row because you never know, it could be the last time you ever see that precious loved one again. Its a touchng poem and one that id love to find.

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Just knocked this up on laptop in 10 minutes lol


Ill call it FUBAR (a phrase from Saving Private Ryan) lol




Its been three weeks since ive had any sleep, im like the walking dead on my feet.

Im getting frustrated with all of this waiting, crying and blubbering like a big baby.

Im in need of some closure and new beginnings, start growing again and get out the trimmings.

A little we cottage with a back garden would compensate nicely, for all of the shit I had to endure.

Its left me broken and bent out of shape, but life isn't easy, its not given on a plate.

Its difficult to see clearly out of only one eye, trapped in a corner with only blue sky. The world moves too quickly for someone like me, would be nice to remember that feeling of glee.

But those days are gone and I know not what awaits, accept for the opening of them pearly gates. I better slow down, not get too far ahead, its difficult living but harder when dead.








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Last paragraph, replace accept with except..My keyboard is fucked and my spelling is shite, its about time, i learned how to write.


Just asked my gf to pick a topic. Big Brother she said. Knocked this up in 10 mins lol


Eye Of The Storm.

Its that time of year for celebrity cheer, as lots of x Listers reveal their veneer.

They peel back each layer as every day passes, some more than others especially the lasses.

Give em task, a drink or two and before you know it chaos will ensue.

Its not like they haven't made tits of themselves before but public opinion wont be in uproar.

As days go by they begin to collude, mess the place up and hide all the food.

We have Christie Alley and him from Bearings bank, but I like Chloe shes well worth a wank. The theme this year is eye of the storm, controversial topics will be the norm. Some will be boring others much fun, but if I had the choice id stick my head up my bum.


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Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow.

With lsd and ecstasy and whizz as white as snow.


Der dum I thankyou lol

Sorry that's about as arty as I can get but there is a fair bit of talent on here good work chaps 

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Good luck asking, i have no idea where my head gets this shit from, my brain just leaks every so often lol i don't even understand what its trying to say lol


Gods are for fools and it's a shame to see, Control of my soul is not for me.

Instead i will look at the shape of a flower, The molecule, The universe, We are the power.

Observing through, My limit of sense.

That all we can do is experience the experience.

Short of time that as may be, Realise this, You are equal to me.


The people that 'have', strive so hard for their greed.

Like a genetic mutation it must feed.

Get out your tools to divide and conquer which are allways the same.

Shallow, Cruel and Laughably Vain.

So as i return  to the human in being.

I will love my brother and sister again and see my soul freeing.


Reso Aug'18






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Drink feck row.


love is to trust, to cherish and behold dear that sacred vow, we say each year, never to betray, never to lie. I may be divvy but im not pie in the sky.


A promise isn't a word to be used lightly, with flight of fancy. A drink or two never did any harm right, wrong, its fight, fight, fight. Some can see what drink does to others changes their their prose and extends their nose, makes them meaner and secretive in demeanour.


To watch a beautiful rose wither away the most precious of things fade every day. Such beauty such grace such and magic in time and space, amazing, loving sweet, full of passion and fire, to change lives and make better the suffering of others is truly a gift that angels admire but don’t hold your breath for there is a price to pay for the other whose life you're causing dismay. It wont go unnoticed, don’t try that slight for the all seeing eye is always right.


To fight for true love is no easy task, but its worth doing but at what cost dare I ask. I cant fight no longer this ground-hog day, if you wont trust me, its over I say. Put faith in those that care and have loved you each day, unconditionally, with nothing but heart and soul, its always been my everlasting goal. To make you see clearly the things that cause harm, if you can't see this there's cause for alarm. This little ditty, may be a bit shitty but its my last shot and I'm all out of pot. I know life's not easy and full of stress but coping with drink just causes this mess, lets get back on track and trust once again, its so much easier than all of this pain.



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there was a young fella from stoke

who grew some nice weed for a smoke

rolled a joint nice and long

then loaded his bong

and fucked off to the shed for a toke ..



badoom   tish ......   i thank you   :doh:


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