wooooooooooo go you lot great poems

cya claire take care *hugs*

cya aswell mich

In the greyness
and drizzle of one despondent
dawn unstirred by harbingers
of sunbreak a vulture
perching high on broken
bone of a dead tree
nestled close to his
mate his smooth
bashed-in head, a pebble
on a stem rooted in
a dump of gross
feathers, inclined affectionately
to hers. Yesterday they picked
the eyes of a swollen
corpse in a water-logged
trench and ate the things in its bowel. Full
gorged they chose their roost
keeping the hollowed remnant
in easy range of cold
telescopic eyes ...
Strange
indeed how love in other
ways so particular
will pick a corner
in that charnel-house
tidy it and coil up there, perhaps
even fall asleep - her face
turned to the wall!
... Thus the Commandant at Belsen
Camp going home for
the day with fumes of
human roast clinging
rebelliously to his hairy
nostrils will stop
at the wayside sweet-shop
and pick up a chocolate
for his tender offspring
waiting at home for Daddy's return ...cont.......

Praise bounteous
providence if you will
that grants even an ogre
a tiny glow-worm
tenderness encapsulated
in icy caverns of a cruel
heart or else despair
for in every germ
of that kindred love is
lodged the perpetuity
of evil.

I love this poem. I know it's tone is low and depressing, but i love what it's htting out at, and what it says.
Written by Chinua Achebe - Vultures.

Lovely John

Lovely Poem

Kind of scares me o.0

From on of my favourite movies:

10 Things I hate about you.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

~Domi~

Here are a few poems I wrote when I was 14 for a school autobiography.

Feeling Hot Hot Hot!

Looking at the table
It's looking very stable
Climb up on the chair
And sit up there

I find my bum is burning
And I'm very quickly learning
I've sat on some chillies
And my bum is very bare

I'm feeling very silly
But I'm glad I have no willy
It's a very hot feeling
Now I find myself screaming

Quick someone get some water
I feel it getting hotter
Get my bum to some taps
And the problem under wraps

This baby needs some care
Somewhere way down there
Mum has saved the day
And the pain has gone away

Ahhh thats better.

~Domi~

Edited at 13:44 Sat 31/03/07 (BST)

And another

Off the wall, bouncing ball

My brother's got a bouncy ball
He'd hit it off a wall
At super speed it whizzed around
"Go fetch it kid", He'd call

I'd chase it round
As it rebound
Off everything it touched
Never having much success
And only end up stressed

Eventually it's power spent
And rolling on the floor
I'd catch that nasty bouncy ball
Whilest crawling on all fours

I'd take this prized possession
And present it back to James
And soon my smile would disappear
As he'd repeat his taunting games.


~Domi~

LOVE THEM ALL I DO

Have you ever felt so silly
After saying things youve sed
Do you wish you had kept them
All hidden inside your head

Wishing if only you knew then
Some of the things u know now
Then half them feelings u showed
Would not of been shown somehow

But sometimes these things happen
And we learn from our mistake
I suppose its my own fault
For being me ,not being Fake.

Spot on JSG. Very good

Love em' keep em coming!

I'm searching for a sonnet atm, but can't find it yet!

So you think your all completely boss,
However does anyone give a toss?
All of the abuse you throw about,
Understand I care much less than nowt,

Never have you stopped to think,
Your word hurt more than the poison I drink,
One by one you tell whose the 'real me,'
Unfortunately those people will begin to see

What your character is truthfully like,
And then just tell you to take a hike,
Never have I met someone like you,
Keep your mouth shut, your thoughts are askew,

Eventually I hope you'll understand,
Respect might give you the upper hand

Edited at 18:29 Sat 31/03/07 (BST)

Limericks

There once was a man from peking
Who decided that he should not sing
For when it did there was rain
And he found this a pain
As it created damp on the ceiling

There once was a girl from stoke
Who's face looked like it had broke
For she had spots like a hill
And it did not look too brill
So she gave them all a good poke


They aint very good but took me about 30 secs to make up each one lol

Butterfly

As Pat and I strolled on our way
A butterfly we caught
True or false we had to know
The truth was all we sought

So there it was for all to see
There surely was no doubt
When Patrick squashed the butterfly
The butter all came out.


~Domi~

Paula hun...i loved that its amazing *hugs*

*hugs* Thankyou Steph.


Squeezy Woo Wooooo Lol

You talk your talk
you walk their walk
you shout
you scream
think your living the dream
you project
you argue
forget about the real issue
Your fat
your greedy,
obese
eating you from the inside,
your terrorists
they kill
you love to hunt
you love the frill,
you r@pe
you pillage
rave on about equality,
your racist
anti-poor
kick people while on the floor,
you lie
kill your own people
you call yourselfs
the United States
hypocrite
false statement
shame
resentment.

*claps* gud one John

PM's
Some make me laugh
Some make me mad
Some make me Fume
Some make me glad
Some make me happy
Some make me scold
Some make me crazy
Some make me cold
Some make me silly
Some make me play
Some make me Close
Some make me stay
Some make me think
Some make me corny
BUT THE PM WITH YOU
ALWAYS MAKES ME HORNY!!


Ta-daaaaaaaaa Lmao