I miss my mother
I miss my dad
I miss the days
Good or bad
I miss my sisters
And my brother
I miss a cuddle
From my mother
I miss the sun
The pouring rain
I miss my childhood
And the runaway train
I miss my lovers
And all my friends
I will miss my helper
On whom I depend
I miss the days by the sea
I miss the rambling
Wandering so free.
You see I'm slowly expiring
I'm aged one hundred and three
Reflecting on my lifetime
It was good,don't you agree.

Bibliophiles have there libraries
***** feeders have there dens
Vincent had his paint brushes
while authors feed their pens
Churches have there story tellers
To them it's about good and bad
Asylums holding straight jackets
For people who are totally mad
The armies train people to ****
politicians yearn to become a Lord
Tower of London has it guards
My chess set has lost its board.
Doctor Jekyll  needed mr Hyde
While ice  bergs feel the cold
My poor old grandad needed a wig
Cause he was completly bald

Played by cheaters
Kicking a round ball
War of attrition
Divers open to fall.
Sportsmanship rarely
Revealing  its sporting head
It's tribalism in a skin you cannot shed
Field of dreams
Beautiful game
Why do the players put the game to shame
The game is the game, it is what it is
The games played by people taking the p-ss

Our names are on an mega asteroid
It's coming to at us with pace
Doing ten thousand mph
I'm going to get out of my face
Asteroid ,asteroid,slow down chill
Me and Seven billion people,
whom you could unknowingly ****
Hey mister big stone please turn around
We really do not wish to be pummelled
Into gods earthly ground,
Please reverse rocky and go deeper into space
So I can spend more time getting out of ones face,

Icicles forming
Inside a flame
Hotel cyanide is
Open for guests

Revolving doors
Blackened Windows
Wooden boxes
No tomorrow's paper

Enjoy your stay
Flame will burn
Icicles forming
No return

Hotel cyanide
Accomadating
Making demise
Capsulating fun

Mental health versus the suicide bomb
It's not one for the faint of heart
Come on all you fu-ked up morons
Let's get this game to the start
When you hear the refs whistle blow
Which showers us in harmonic sound
Then everything turns a shade of red
As atoms hit the ground
Mental healthers you must take life upon the chin
Because that little suicide bomb will always ****** win
There can never be a return match
There will be no glorious return
Just a Little sporting chant
Of burn you ******* burn
Most games played in life are supposed to be a bit of fun
But in this stupid game the score is always 0-1
Warring factions please leave them inside your ugly head
It's always your surroundings that end up turning red

Taking everything
Everything that was free
Taking the flowers,
Flowers from the open cemetery
Mean as ebineezer scrooge
A man with a terrible curse
He once pinched fifty pounds
Out of mother Teresa's
Purse
Nothing phased him
He was Mean as he could be
Even took a shilling
Of child who was only three
This mean old bar steward
Destined to expire all alone
Even God wiped all his memories
And left him,well bared to the bone
Didn't deserve an epitaph
For it would have surely read
Hear lies one mean bar steward
Everyone's quite happy now he's
Meanly dead

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invisible poetry
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Love is a tidal wave of emotion,
A symphony of smile
Cocooned in harmony
Please can you stay a short while
Flowers blossoming in the midday sun,
To a crescendo of smell
All Wrapped up in cotton wool
Besotted I can tell
Swimming in delirium
Swimming in total bliss
Waiting with the tingles
To receive that first sweet kiss
Giving and receiving
Prose and the right text
Love will last at least to tomorrow
All depends on what you do next.

Frozen sheer terror
Abyss,blackened doom
This is how it  all started
In my mothers womb.
I was quite happy swimming
Around in daddies sac
If I was given a big choice
I would gladly have swam back.
I had no choice in the matter,
I was a crime without a face
Little ole heartless me about
To join the human race.
Mummy was screaming when
I came out of that dark abyss
Reeking of unhappiness
About to receive my first kiss
My I was a difficult
My I was fu--ing bad
Rotten to the bone
Making everybody oh so sad.
They gave me the name of
Chucky
They made movies about I
I was a bomb in a bowler hat
Surely making the whole world cry.
They said I was paranormal
A freak without a heart
On the scale of one to ten
I wasn't even on the chart
Being a bad omen
A tortured exorcist
I would walk upon your grave
And take a warming p-ss
Shock horror, ingesting all the pain
one flew over the cuckoos nest
Please release me from my chain
Hannibal lector, vladimere the impaler
We're quirky whimps compared to me
I don't know where I'm going with this
So I'm going to walk among the dead
Then  I'm coming back to haunt you
And cut of your miserable head

Sitting on a wall
Outside hotel ****** sh-t
A squirrel sat next to I
So I fu--ing killed it.
What else was I to do
Sit there and converse see
That to me is how i behave
To you it might be perverse.
Sitting on a wall
Taking in the dark side of the moon
Sitting outside hotel ****** sh-t
With pink floyd my mate the loon.
I don't get many visitors and
Nobody will sit next to me.

Mother with an empty chair
It's a hazard,a side affect of war
Father with an empty chair
Asking what was it all for
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for political gain
Fighting for anything is
Going to cause somebody pain
Especially for the suicide bomber
Asking for a day of sick
Just to become a broken wall
Now missing a lot of brick
Mother with an empty chair
At home left with just despair
Pictures, framed photographs
Do governments really care.

Hi I do not know ,what I should like
So it's hard for me to review
So when someone asks to
Like there work,I haven't got a clue
See I'm a narcissistic psychopath
Think of that as you wish
I can not comment on this I'm like water
Without a fish
I like to write a stories fact or story telling lies
Nothing seems real in my life
I just have to wonder why

Crossword compiler whom did suddenly die
The doctors and police,didn't really no why
The compiler he was clever he left them a clue
Still the stupid ******* never new what to do
It wasn't cryptic it had no hidden undertones
It wasn't suicide, I'm messaging it on a phone
So how did he or she come to Meet their maker
Answers You will find in tomorrow's  local paper.

Who was it,the first In space
I can tell you it was a cow.
It wasn't the spoon who
Jumped over the moon
It just got mixed up somehow.
Mother Hubbard sat on a wall
Ole King Cole never went to the ball.
Humpty Dumpty watched his garden so green
While the ugly sisters kept cinders unclean
What was poor old bo peep to do
Ask Sherlock I tell you haven't got a clue.
Forgive me people it's all bill hook
Shoot the piano player I'm only the cook

Good god
Devil evil
Interpretation is the word
I think it's all in the prose
Or am I just absurd
Strike me down as a non believer
An atheist or just absurd
But I can't help thinking
Or am I just good with words
I am of both factions
I'm evil and I'm good
It's only down to interpretation
Is it why I'm mis-understood
I believe
I decieve
It's apart of good and bad but
I  think I've have worked it out

The story of thee old empty barn
A scary story a ****** good yarn
It was a story,a story not to be told
I kept my mouth shut that's why I grew old.
Now I've reached an age, decriped in time
I will open my tongue,hear the bad bells chime
See I had committed a ****** ,I really did ****
Psychopathic me, chased by thee old bill,
See psychopaths can't keep there deeds closed
I will not tell you my name ,I'm so in disposed
See the barn and me go back such along time,
I ask you the jury did I really commit the crime.

I got an idea,see you what you think
Let's paint the world a bright shade of pink
Let's start a World Wide Web,paint campaign
We could even brighten up,all the ****** rain.
Make a long ladder to paint the frosty moon
Paint all the animals,pink elephants and baboons
Taking it to another level we will paint the seas
Paint Mount Everest and the Arctic freeze.

Please can somebody write verse number two
Then pass it on thank you

Sabre rattling in the world
Is surely getting out of hand
Third World War,well odds on,
I putting on fifty grand.
Made me a little bunker
Made it of concrete and lead
I don't no why I'm spending
Fifty grand,odds on favourite
I'll end up dead,
So when the bombs go boom off
And all the ****  hits the fan
Put your head up your ****
And make an alternative plan
Mr America being the hard nose police,
Mr Korea just being-naughty sheep.
Mr Russia just hasn't got a clue
NATO and Europe such a motley crew.
Ring a ring a roses a posy full of dread
Stop eating out of the basket of despair
And stop trying to turn our rivers red.
I have a solution let's all paint the world
Bright pink,
And run around stark naked, what would
Your neighbours think.

Mist on the lake  slowly forms
Then covers meadow green
Echoing silence,oh so serene
Morning chorus,crack of dawn
Sun coming up a new day is born.

Door opened in she fell
With a bloodied face
I knew she wasn't well.
This lovely lady who
Oozed such charm,
Who was the person
Who could do her harm.
Why had this lady
Rang my bell,
Did she have something she wanted to tell.
Who was this woman who
Had entered my life,
Being confused I think I might
Have murdered my wife.

Me and my mate said its not to late
To do some countryside art.
So we took some paint and a big brush
Always knowing that someone would kick up a fuss
We painted his cows pink
We painted his sheep yellow
You could safely say the farmer wasn't a happy fellow
We painted trees white,all his hens blue
Into the night we still had lots to do.
The countryside is a fun place to be
When your painting everything you can see.
Constable put it to canvas set firmly in time
A constable came to arrest us for committing a crime
Countryside art might not be for all
But when you think of it,it was a good call

Wandered lonely as a loon
With a  baked bean tin
And a silvery spoon
Kings and queens would
Bow to me
I was the happy,chirpy enemy
Singing all dancing happy chap
I'm a nuclear bomb in a bowler hat
They would cry with laughter
Seemingly having fun
I was the jester holding the gun
Cyanide I was, they felt the love
Laughter and happiness became like a glove

Drunk driver killed me the car
My Engine faded away
I cannot enjoy the traffic
No more can I come out to play.
No more can I enjoy the speed,
A fool sat behind my wheel
Now I'm just a piece of scrap
It's not the proper way to feel.

Candy apple rain
Sweetness in those lips,
Picture of you did
Launch a thousand ships.
My sweet little, Lady Luck
The woman of my dream.
You could never end up
In Edvard munches scream.
They you were inside a frame
Decorating my papered wall,
Im still dreaming that one sunny day,
That you might give me a call.
Candy apple rain
Blossoming everyday
Pleasure from your poster
Pleased me in just that perfect way.

Clouds are forming
Shapes a plenty
Sunshine and rain
Never leaving me empty
Sand and the shingle
Between my toes
As the tide comes in
So relaxingly slow

Leaves from the trees
Fall quietly to the ground
On Autumn cool breeze
They are making no sound.
The forest today is dancing,
Dancing with a smile of glee
Warmed up by the sunshine
For animals and you and me.
Bluebells carpet, wild forest floor
Fungi sprout,while natures seeds
spore.

Barbed wire inside a silk purse.
A woman of beauty just a curse.
Eyes so piercing,chards of glass
Only the brave would touch her ****.
Cursed souls still they tried
For a glance of her beauty
They accepted and died.
We put her on a pedastol
Cancerous to the core
Medusa you are whom we adore

Fruit cake in my larder
Wearing a wooden cloak
Running around on empty
I wish to take your place

Creaking bones rotting flesh
Wearing a wooden cloak
Silence of dark loneliness
I need to take your place

Acid runs through my veins
Wearing a wooden cloak
Demons control my mind
Plesase can I pinch your place

If your not prepared to give
To me  then I will have to act
Then I'm prepared to **** you
It's just a matter of fact

In my wooden blackened cloak
I wanted every piece of you

Looking into the blade
Of the knife
Slitting my wrists taking
my life
Watching the blood run
From my skin
Is this where my death begins
This is my Stalingrad
I was never set free
My fiercest enemy
Oh s--t  it was me.

Fishing on the bank
Of the river side
With my line and bait
An incident happened
A cruel twist of fate
I began to flounder
And promptly fell asleep
This is the quirky bit
I had hooked two sheep
It was quite unusual
This peculiar weird dream
See spookily I had died
And been swept down stream
Fishing by the riverside
With my line and bait
My life was taken,cut short
In a cruel twist of fate.

Smiling back up the beaten track
It wasn't courage in which I lack
I never stayed to face my dark fears
This dread I carried for many a year
So as I progressed back to my destination
I had to have a drink at a watering station
I downed at least six pints of refreshing cider
It seemed pretty silly to have ran from a spider

A voice came in from
The deep blue sea
From a ghostly old
Sea dog lost at sea
I was to carry his voice
I was to be thee host
To find his lady who
Lived once on the rugged coast
Many cliffs I willingly climbed
With a wide smile on my face
Till I came to graveyard
A sweet quaint old quiet place
There was once  his widow
His wonderful beautiful bride
I relayed his voice to her
Now alongside her,he now lies
When I visit the seaside
And look pleasingly out to sea
The voice of thee old sea dog
Says thank you to me.

Enigma of stone
Meadow pipits August sun
Cider with Rosie


Fallow deer bracken
Nibbled lawns spasmodic jerks
Refreshing pale ale

Smiling faces cool
Winners take the glories compete
Celebration drink

Total eclipse of my toilet seat
Staring drunkardly at my feet
Can't move gone one over the eight
Morning looks dodgy I'm might
Be late
How do the hell do I get of the loo
Send me an e mail  with an idea to do
Drowned my liver, killed all my sorrow
I shall not learn I will probably
Do the same tomorrow.

I want to be a fish
Learn to drive a tank
I want to be a turnip
And become a tiller in a bank
I want to be a lampost
And work down the sewer
I want to be an e mail
Because elephants are getting fewer
I want to be a chicken
So I can cross the road
I want to be the difference
between a frog and a toad
I wanna be a spice girl
And be able to sing
I want to castrate chuck berry
And strangle his ding a ling
I want to be an allotment
I think I've lost the plot
I need to be taken aside
And just humanely shot

Eft the newt
Swimming eagerly home
A dik dik on a mountain top
Roaming all alone
A quirky fate of nature
Say these creatures will never meet
Reminds me of the humans in a busy bustling  street
Reginald the Chinese man
Walking slowly home
Bob the wandering,Desert nomad
Wandering all alone
A quirky fate of nature say these humans
Will never meet
Reminds me of the newt and the dik dik
In a busy bustling street.

Moonlit cornfields
Sovereign skies
Majestic glories
All seasons cry

Hallowed lands
Enigma of stone
Beautiful glories
Never alone

Dancing rainbows
Landscape green
Fantastic glories
In aquamarine

Fallow deer
Swallows fly
Majestic glories
For our countries
We die

A dik dik dik dik
Jumping a ha ha ha ha
Ornamental garden

Mosses lichen green
Acid colours hallowed
Awakening sky

Bonsai Japanese
Tiny small wood shrubbery
Seventeen potted

I'm hijacking a small shooting star
To travel the universe
Searching for a black hole
So there will be no reverse
I'm going to pinch a role
A part in a Shakespeare play
All this excitement is in my mind today
I'm surfing thee astral plain
I'm dancing on the sun
Dreaming of a woman
To have some lovely fun
Then I woke up with all zest and desire
Then slipped back into reality
And relized my abode was on fire.

Twisted inside
Brambled rose
Inside my brain
Cancer grows

Temple of doom
Forget me not
Mind so dark
Three dashes
Six dots

My demise accepted
Flowers will sway
Sweet peace at last
I died today.

Memories
A photograph
A picture of you.
Made me laugh
Made me cry
Wonderful times
Me and you.
Danced all night
Were never blue
Elegantly dressed
Memories of you.
Lips so sweet,apple red
A figure to adore
Then you had heart failure
Hitting your head against the floor
My heart was truly broken
All washed out lost at sea
This picture brings back memories
Of sweet little you and me.

Happenings that didn't happen
Wondered what happened to them
Where did the flame go
The one you wouldn't light
Non forming memories
Because of blinkered sight
Shadow of the unborn waiting in your womb
Unwritten lyrics dancing to one lonely tune
Crying shame that blame game
Why wasn't it meant to be
Watch the icicles dance inside the flame
It might just set you free

Can someone tell me  what is love?
Poetry and that sweet purple dove
Roses, roses for my darling Valentine
Let me kiss you where the sun don't shine
Love to me is a peculiar .
Love to me is all wrong
Sexuality to me is a pastime
In your world I do not belong.
Little old psychopathic me
Emotions I have but none
Love and *** are sweetly married
Like six bullets and the gun
Can someone educate me on the
Finer points of love
Because I'm getting fed up
Trying to catch that poetic dove

Jelly and cream
Good verses bad
Satan and God
Happy loving sad

Life attaches death
Foot and ball
Guns wins wars
Rise and fall

Mother and father
Daughter and son
Beginning  to end
Misery and fun

Clever I'm thick
Cement and brick
Words in dictionaries
Buckets for sick

Lyrics and music
Hot freezing cold
Light and dark
Hairy or bold

I'm not sure where I'm going with this
So I'll stop and start and hit to miss
Hate it or love it give yourself a kiss
Hello goodbye,
If everybody was alright there
Would be nobody left

Miles and miles of railway track
Onwards we went we didn't look back
Going to face the enemy probably to die
We were fighting for freedom
We would not question why.
We moved in silence no hope or despair
Bombs and shrapnel dropping everywhere
Death rained down in our hole of hell
Only the survivors had a story to tell
Miles and miles of burnt up track
There we died we never went back
Obituaries in tutorials
They put our names on memorials
Should we have questioned?
Was it our basic human right
History is riddled with glories and *****.
Bullet in the head,God save the King
Blackened roses in a sweet deathly ring.
Millions of mothers,mothers everywhere
We're living, left loving an empty chair
Hope we learn from that burnt out track
We're we all died and never came back.

Lips tasting of cyanide
Your so dressed to ****
I need all your loving
Excitement and thrill
Such an hour glass figure
You look so elegantly chic
Scented by the devil
With cyanide you reek.
I'll be your next willing victim
To be ensnared in your web
Even I'm knowing I'm going to
Wind up dead.

I am marcell deuschamp of
Poetry I like to write some crap
Sitting on a toilet seat
Waiting for a bigish,super mishap
Am I an artist I like to take the ****
Liking my work shall always go amiss.
Whistler had his mother
Edvard munch got his scream
Constable had his haywain
While my ***** stayed unclean
Wordsworth has got all his words
Aesop reads his fable
Deuschamp had no talent so he just
crapped upon his table
Vincent had his flowers
Shakespeare had his plays
I like writing crap poetry
Just to fill up all my days

I met a blue budgie
High on a perch
Where are you going
What is your research
The budgie had flown
Out of the window
And now I am totally free
So I ate the little ****
I ate  it for my tea
Freedom is  so dangerous
You must learn all the rules
I met a blue budgie
Or was it just a fool.