Poetry Emotion

Weather

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 05:39:59 +0100

Tue
18
Nov
0600 7°C NW 14 mph Excellent
0900 7°C WNW 12 mph Very Good
1200 9°C W 12 mph Very Good
1500 10°C W 17 mph Good
1800 10°C WNW 23 mph 34 mph Very Good
2100 9°C W 20 mph Very Good

The above is the weather forecast for my area.
The first column is the Time ( reading from left to right)
The second column is the temperature
The third column is the wind direction, and speed
The last column is the visibility, or how clear it is, or how far you can see, but for 6am, it states that visibility is excellent. Now at 6am here, it is still pitch black, where there are no lights, so they're incorrect, how can we trust these people with our weather? Can they see in the dark? Are they some sub-human species? Will these questions ever be answered?
Oh now a very dark poem, to go with the darkness that is engulfing me at this moment in my life.

Looking For Love..

A feeling of undiluted rejection
Needing a little love, and some protection
Been looking in all the usual places
Only saw pity, not love in their faces
Keep trying so very hard to understand
The reasons for not wanting to hold my hand
Get out of bed, and slowly walk down the stairs
Feeling hurt and lonely, but nobody cares
Yet again crying in the dark, all alone
A heart of glass turns into a heart of stone
I would not do to you, what you did to me
Suicide on the mind, yet you could not see
Not looking for pity, just love and affection
Please do not reject my love and attention
Got to know you still want me to be your man
Twenty years of my love, now flushed down the pan

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Day and Night, Dark and Light

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 10:02:32 +0200

To me you all look the same
Treating life like it’s a game
Speeding up before you came
Not so wild that I can’t tame

Each night you go out to play
Searching for some place to stay
Sleeping it off through the day
For your deeds some day you’ll pay

On the prowl for a new slave
Lonely souls are not so brave
Feeling loved you really crave
Heading for an early grave

A better life you must find
Open your eyes, don’t be blind
Pleasant thoughts enter your mind
Your dark days now left behind

Found love, a love without ties
Only dead men tell no lies
Looking deep into her eyes
As your new born baby cries

A new life you have now found
Foundations deep in the ground
Smiling faces all around
The kiss of life? Have you drowned?

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A Real Peace?

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 15:53:49 +0200

In my nightmares and my dreams
Some things are not what they seem
With my eyes I barely see
How truth is hidden from me

Am I just hoping for peace?
A No-Mans-Land to police
It’s got to be a Real Peace

They’ve all got new killing toys
Why? For killing girls and boys?
Leaders treating you us disdain
Suffering children can’t complain

When please tell me will we know
Exactly when you’ll give peace a go?
Turning peoples homes into ruins
That’s what your wars are doing

Am I just dreaming for peace?
Where the Blue Caps Police
Will that be the Real Peace?

You said you tried for peace, that was before
Nuclear weapons, smart bombs and more
Filling babies lungs with the chemicals they release
That isn’t the way to get a lasting peace, a real peace

I feel like a lone voice in the wilderness
Can no-one else see the world’s in a mess?
If I keep on shouting surely someone will hear
I feel like I’ve been running but getting nowhere

Will my dreams ever come true?
Dr. King had a dream for me and you
Can we really hope for an end to all war?
Another question for the elite to explore

Yawning and stretching, wiping my eyes
My dreaming is over, I’m now wide awake
It’s not quite light, and my world still sleeps
It's peaceful now, will it last once dawn breaks?

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Poem Number One

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:56:25 +0200

I've come here to explore, and maybe bore, knock on my door, same as before, go to the store just once more
I look such a sight, it's dark at night, do be polite, that squeeze is so tight, should we fight or flight? Tell me tonight, go fly a kite.
I look for a cure. it's got to be pure, yes I'm very sure, don't act demure, you're talking manure, I don't feel secure
You think you're so hard, a bit of a card, but now that you're barred, everything that you've marred, will never be starred, you're a tub of lard
Don't act too cute, or try to be astute, just play with your flute, wow that's a real beaut, should I salute, before you shoot then pollute, that does not compute.
You don't need to swear, oh sit in the chair, where? over there, don't you dare give me that glare, it just isn't fare, I've got nothing to wear, why do you stare, you think we're a pair, just because I'm bare?
I'm here, with my beer looking queer, no one comes near, they all steer clear of my sexy rear.
What you got? What you bought? You will get caught doing things you ought not, I'm losing the plot, put a penny in the slot, to hear the Scot who never got shot, so what.

Fin.

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