No Restrictions - Hello Poetry

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

Now I am a man
who loves one and all
idea's come and go by
I am a man
who puts up with most
its just other people
I can not stand.

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

As I drift outside my head.

As I drift outside my head
I know my mind becomes closed
TO who I AM and all enclosed
My shoulders becomes head
my mind dreams
of nothing
other than what it has been
and gone before
I see lizards
that become wizards
dam I am a sleep again.

are these
dreams yours
or mine?

Surreal 22

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

The day Pink met Purple.

In
a
Day
gone
by.

The son met a man
and everything after that went to hades
youth is what we do
and we do never ask
and in later life
after time itself passes by us
we come to ask.

What
am
I
missing
here.

Then Pink met Purple
and Jesus asked
what do you mean to me
a question hard to answer.

Very Surreal

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

In a fight inside my mind.

In a fight inside my mind
my one self
becomes blind
to what is, what was, and what has become
dollar a day only goes so far
and that makes me feel so bad
for the woman I love
but if she loves me she will just have to get over IT.

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

In the Snow's of my arctic mind.

In the Snow's of my arctic mind
the cold, cold wind blows

                                                                       but in my head
                                                                   the summer glow's
                                                                          of dream's
                                                                                 of
                                                                       why I am dead.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. :-) Love PAUL ***

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

Trying to keep my eyes closed.

Have you ever
woken up with a twitch in your eye
no matter what you do
it persists and stay's on the blink.

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

Very Explicit Poem very surreal.

Have you ever tried to ****
a long with the beat to Beethoven 5th
tried to make the **** fit?

Well I have
and did not do
a bad job of it.

:-)

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

My Christmas was Pure GOLD.

What a better way
to be with friends and family
to end this year.

What a FAB time to have with the one's you LOVE
special time of year
come on you can not tell me it's not fun.

To see your older brother
punch, Mad UnCle John's lights out
and come on it's always fun
to see MOM
get drunk on three glasses of sherry

and NOT ONE Crystal glass got broke
in the making of this christmas poem.

Just for fun and if I mist you Happy New Year and thank you all for last year ☺.

Jan 2014

Paul Hardwick

My mind is blurred. (christmas wish)

My mind mind is blurred, blurred
from all the Christmas fun

BUT THIS TIME I TAKE

To wish all and one
the very best
for today
and the rest of the year
LOVE‚™

Paul ***

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

I have a RIGHT to write.

I have a RIGHT to write
see it is just BLACK and WHITE
But read all over.

Is this racist? answers on a postcard please.
Paul

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

There Will be.

One day better than me
better than I will ever become
and as i still stand here on solid ground
and look around
at the people I used to be
for when I was younger
things almost always got out of hand
and got away from me
BUT THERE WILL
Become
A
PLace
FOR
ME.

Somebody use this verse in there song. Paul *** Looks like an a bomb that gone off to me
Radiation.

Dec 2013

Darbi Alise Howe

I Was the Shipwreck

I once met a captain, three yards from the sea
In a tavern where only true sailors should be
This captain questioned if I was a We
"No," I replied, "I am both lonely and free."
He, too, could relate to a life in this way
His comfort came from the boat's gentle sway
And time held nothing but day after day
Yet my smile, he said, kept his ship at bay.
The captain, filled with both warmth and fear
Watched our faces in the tavern's mirror
Sadly, and tenderly, he declared it was clear
I was the shipwreck into which he would steer.

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

Now ENJOYING my Christmas HOLIDAY'S.

Bottle of ***
                     But no Coke a Cola
But plenty Cherry ade
                                                     Taste is like some sort of cough brew
Ow what the  F--K  after two or three glasses the party has began
                    And it has plus
                                                     Not working for the Yankee Doller

                                                     MERRY Christmas Love Paul ***.

Bet I show up ON GCHQ for that one. P.S. Happy New Year Love Paul.