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You Cant Kid A Kid

You can’t kid
A kidder
Kiddo.
I did
Go
A-kidding
Long before you ever did.
So no, I won’t do your bidding
Kid!

Ashen

Passion
Ashen
As a cold winter’s day.
The hounds bray
And he will go hunting for the sly fox.
They will box
In the dim light of morn.
Fate wont bother to yawn
And there will be a draw
As before.

Acting

Acting is your forte.
Your part you did play
(Was it really only yesterday)?
So incredibly well
That it was almost impossible to tell
What in your heart did dwell.

It was a mere sinch
To convince
Me you meant no harm.
But your charm
Should have sounded an alarm.
I know you to well
And the slight smell
Of doubt
Ought to have caused me to throw you out.

I suspect
Someone tells you your lines.
While I ought to have seen the signs
There is a grudging respect
For your acting skill.
I wonder will...

Facade

Outer beauty shows

And throws

Shadows of distraction.

The magnet feels an attraction

To steel

And is drawn to seal

Its destiny in unholy communion,

A union of empty clang

And bang.

The fine façade

Hides a hard

Truth.

The roof

Is rotten

And forgotten

Woodworm Has eaten through

The fine oak beams

Which, at first sight it seems

Should hold true.

The magnet will rue

The day it did settle

On metal

Base.

Yet to the beautiful face

It is drawn, As a fly

To the sty,

Where it will wallow

In hollow

Jo...

Rain and Poets

The rain pours
As I read poets long past heeding applause.
Their words will continue to speak
For many a week.
While papers display
Pictures of prancing idiots who have nothing to say.

The celebrities are revered for a while.
Their style
Is all the rage
Until the papers engage
In character assassination.

It is the sport of the nation
To throw stones,
Yet bones are brittle
And journalists loyalties fickle.

Beware for people may find
Behind
Your rictus grin
Your own particular sin!

Poets anthol...

The Serpent

Swimming in sulphurous waters
With the daughters
Of Eve.
Adam doth grieve
But woman does not deceive
For man does freely choose
His innocence to lose.

Man desires
Paradise
While the serpent sires
Vice
Under indifferent skies.

The serpent lies
Apparently slumbering,
While secretly numbering
Every notch
That does blotch
His once perfect bed posts.

Ghosts
Themselves flaunt
And haunt
The dismal caverns of the mind.

No peace can man find
With the vampire
Desire
For she on herself feeds
And see...

What Does It Mean To Be A Teen?

What does it mean
To be a teen?
At sixteen one may smoke
But may not buy
This means to die,
Which some may say is a joke.

One may not star in films obscene
Until the age of eighteen,
Though sex at sixteen is OK
With a guy
Where the difference in years
Will bring tears
To a parents eyes.
Such is the law in the UK today.

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In the UK it is legal to smoke at sixteen but illegal to sell or gift tobacco products to anyone aged under eighteen.
Until 2003 it was permissible for those aged sixteen to...

There Was A Young Man Named Guy

There was a young man named Guy
Who worked as a high ranking spy.
Things for his country turned sour
When he was captured by a foreign power,
As Guy would never lie!

Batavia: The Historic Dutch Ship And its Blood-Curdling History

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Moored at Bataviawerf, in Lelystad, in the Netherlands, is an authentic replica of a 17th-century ship named Batavia that once belonged to the Dutch East India Company. The replica was created by master-shipbuilder Willem Vos, who carries an extraordinary mission

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Derth

Deep in the soul
Where CCTV
Can not penetrate,
A devil does wait
And whispers, “my goal
Is to make you free.
Come with me
Where the light is no more
And see what pleasures are in store
For those who would ignore
Society’s law.

Empty the brain
And do not restrain
Your carnal needs.
Only the herd feeds
On the myth of The Fall.
Pleasure is all,
Come with me
And be free”.

One may look up to heaven above
And call upon God’s love.
But what if we are alone
In our temple of skin and bone,
With only...