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Gay?

Brickjectivity

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Is there something in my pocket
have I got a bottled rocket
am I lesbian or just fey
is my castle slightly grey

have my fingers done the walking
is my shop a clicking clocking
am I boogie on the inside
a ghost buster letting ghosts slide

have the churches had a meeting
about how to time my feeding
counting out hairs parsing statements
selling out of I don't hate mints
 

oldbadger

Skanky Old Mongrel!
Ahh.....you! I cannot match your wit,
nor equal the way your poem's writ,
but let me share my thoughts on love,
and the subject of your thread, above.

The question is 'Gay?' I must say 'No',
But it's not fair, simply to answer so.
For me it's the hand, the shape, the form,
hips and thighs, the whole female norm.

But there lies within me a feeling sure,
If a woman, I'd love females all the more!
And there you have it, deep within my heart
this latent sexuality that never got to start.

The human race does love to discriminate,
to hate, victimise, harass and dominate.
How frightened we, of being placed within,
groups that we once accused of grievous sin!

If a single wish I could make come true,
It would that the whole wide world review
and banish all it's fears, hates and sorry woes,
Come to understand, empathise and have no foes.

Amen? Alas!
 

Brickjectivity

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someone who reads my poems is nice
but to answer so well means thrice
would that I could thrive in your world
die so near to London's hype girled

go see the libraries so old
some people wish to study mold
tales long of soldiers brave now past
imagine to have joined their cast

seven of angels crimson gen'ral
learning of new knowledge mineral
caviar which I cannot eat
with cheese and crackers someone sweet

deep in the heart of waters be
a lochness monster follow me
not in a bowl not in sherry
into that lochness monsters belly
 
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oldbadger

Skanky Old Mongrel!
Well, I've never tried ought like this before.
Discuss in poem? OK.... let's write some more.
London? I guess every city has it's own allure,
It's river and history; those museums to endure!

But if I had just one week in your great land,
Smithsonian.... I'd just look 'till I couldn't stand!
And six more galleries and museums, all together,
short walk to each, no need to mind the weather.

I once travelled through London city every day,
on my way around the country to earn my pay,
but I packed up slightly early, and took a local job,
just around Canterbury, far from the crazy mob.

You mentioned girls 'n' hype, I thought of fashion,
models ice-cold, set faces, no real shape or passion.
I know they help to keep that huge industry, moving,
We need such sales, our exchequers to keep improving.

But..... enough of that, spare your money and your time,
very soon you'll be able to see it all without a dime.
Already you can wander through Tokyo on 'street-view',
and soon (if not already) virtual reality will have come true.

Just imagine that, to put a head-set on, tap upon a screen,
and there, racing through Grand Canyon, with every detail seen!
Or wandering through a gallery ten thousand miles away,
before you have your breakfast and go off to your working day.

As for Lock Ness monsters, those Scots are such a sneaky lot,
'I thought I saw a Nessy, bring your money for my new yacht!'
Oh, don't start me off, your Scotsman's a wicked frugal pest,
Well, you know one already, on this forum, that Revoltingest!
 

Brickjectivity

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Maybe its a movie I've seen
right now your grass looks very green
Revoltingest cannot fool me
because I am part Cherokee

I'm also Scottish-Irish, too.
I don't think that I'm Welsh would you.
Mostly cut-throat English bloody.
Nobly past and nobly muddy.

We fought against the French one day
and so become quite wealthy, gay
after which we sailed over here
and formed a government quite queer

high in the mountain scenery
I have hillbilly history
but somehow my good ancestry
became a tenant farmer's tree

I should consider Lafayette
helped put up America's bet
there are some debts twixt France and us
lest we forget who's stood with us

we lost good men in civil wars
in world wars, two, were given chores
homesteaders fed by magic springs
my family's forged new fam'ly rings

Then an amazing thing happened
I was born my life was fashioned
where did it all begin for me
far back in England by the sea
 
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