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Post by Goblin on Oct 3, 2006 16:55:25 GMT -5
THIS TOWN
“You’re not from around here” I humour him, ask how he guessed. Pleased with his cleverness, he says “You’re wearing a hat!” Of course and just like that, I know it will be ten minutes ten long minutes until my bus comes.
This curious character has spaced-out eyes, a goofy face, no concept of personal space, leaving me no room to dance away - so I say that I’m asthmatic. He kindly holds his cigarette behind his back, out of the way but still breathes smoke in my face. Under my breath I count to ten then count again as he talks about his outings, how he grabs a handful of change buys a ticket on a train to a place he’s never been.
“Can I tell you something?” He whispers, furtively “This town’s crap! Just like all the rest” He lights another cigarette “They’re all the same”
Then I hear myself trying to defend a town that I can’t stand, trying to distract him with historic buildings, the cathedral down the road (the smallest in the land, or so I’ve heard). He doesn’t hear a word “Wanna go for a pint?” – my bus arrives.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 7, 2006 17:43:11 GMT -5
Frost on spiderweb Symbols of winter, of death Yet so beautiful
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Post by Goblin on Jan 29, 2007 16:26:51 GMT -5
The future will never begin The past will never end There is only ever the now A hundred thousand nows Strung end to end Stretching to the moon And back again A necklace of moments A rosary of regrets Soft chains The hardest to break And yet – If we could take The beads of memories And though what’s past can’t be undone Perhaps the beads can be restrung Create from best and worst Interspersed A pattern that pleases A chain that releases
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Post by Goblin on Mar 3, 2007 21:11:24 GMT -5
The sun has only one face The moon has need of many My moon knows all the night things Small wonder then she’s crazy Untouchable, she touches me Moving me, invisibly To sing my silent songs She’s heard them all before No need for words She knows them all And she is full Full enough to hold me Hold me safe Hold me fast In her cool light Her distant warmth
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Post by Goblin on Apr 17, 2007 19:58:38 GMT -5
Another night Another bar Almost as empty as the land outside Until two fishermen arrive Broad and bearded Like bears with beers, they sit Thirsty from all that water They’ve wasted a whole day Waiting, wading, Trying to catch some salmon Unsuccessfully, it seems
The accent I’m wearing this evening Makes them mistake me for an ally Begin to sing the praises of men Who long since kissed their conscience goodbye And a part of me (That part with a death wish) Surfaces, suddenly, Opens wide my mouth Tells them what I think about their war An angry angler splutters His friend just chuckles
And a part of me Glittering, flickering, Disappears into the depths Elusive as the salmon
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Post by Goblin on Jun 29, 2007 18:33:27 GMT -5
This is based on a very silly dream I once had
A DREAM OF DRACULAS
“I never drink wine” “But Master, It’s whiskey – look, the stag on the label” Renfield, taking orders as usual, Ferries drinks from bar to table
There’s a heap of capes on the counter On a stool, there’s Jack Palance – who For a creature that lives on blood (and beer) Is looking quite substantial
George Hamilton is swaying And giggling at Bela Lugosi Who’s trying to do his party piece With a pint glass, matchbox and coaster
But Frank Langella is long gone Ah, those lips, those eyes Were enough to snare the barmaid No phony fangs required
Klaus Kinski’s in a corner Where small cries can be heard They may be his – but no-one’s keen To ask if his drink is dead
And Renfield orders another round And longs for eternal life Says the barman “Is that with Kahlua?” And pours him one, over ice
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Karen
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Happier, more spiritual than ever
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Post by Karen on Jul 6, 2007 0:23:09 GMT -5
Oh, that's beautiful Goblin, I may share that sometime, with a friend of mine, who's a vampire; I may also share it with others in the group, who may also appreciate that poem. Please keep up the great work & look forward in seeing more of them, soon. Have a great Summer, Karen
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Post by Goblin on Jul 7, 2007 18:54:12 GMT -5
Glad you enjoyed it
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Post by banjaxd on Oct 24, 2007 19:57:22 GMT -5
Song In My Head
The song in my head might never be sung Its dark at the edges and soft as its spun Black diamonds of ice in a tinkly star verse A grin from a dark place and a salty old curse No room for the master who sits at their feet Its a song for the pallid and those indiscrete Its broken and jagged yet somehow its round Its hotter than pepper and yet to be found I sing it in my mind when my lips stay quite closed I sing it for comfort when my minds indisposed Its a jaubty old ditty at times when i'm thinking To sing it might spoil it and the cats are all blinking To rhyme is to reason so i reason but little My song is the product of dreams oh so brittle.
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Post by Goblin on Oct 27, 2007 19:59:55 GMT -5
Hi banjaxed Good to see someone else composing MOUNTAIN JOY That evening, after the storm broke I went walking, barefoot on damp grass Stumbled across an orgy of frogs A tiny mountain of plump bodies Jumping for joy, glistening As they grappled on moist soil Under the scented shade Of rosemary Oregano No sign of them next morning As I plucked herbs for dinner – Which was delicious When asked what my secret was, I simply smiled
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Post by Goblin on Nov 5, 2007 17:33:09 GMT -5
In case anyone was wondering, I did wash the herbs first LOL
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Andrew
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Post by Andrew on Nov 10, 2007 22:27:00 GMT -5
One of the best limericks I've made:
There was a guy called Craig whose memory was no longer vague in a previous life he was a nobleman's wife who died from bubonic plague
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Post by Goblin on Nov 20, 2007 1:21:20 GMT -5
A few of the recurring themes Each time Lexx appears on our screens - Poor Stan risks his neck Xev fails to have sex And a planet is blown to smithereens!
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Andrew
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Post by Andrew on Nov 20, 2007 8:27:19 GMT -5
On their way to a planet called Beadle Went Kai, Xev, and Stanley H Tweedle But their spaceship The Lexx Was sucked through a vortex Smaller than the eye of a needle
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Post by Goblin on Apr 3, 2008 3:47:51 GMT -5
Young couple, standing by the bank, recycling bottles and kisses
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