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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

I was reminded of this Wendy Cope poem on the radio this morning:

Two Cures for Love

1. Don't see him. Don't phone or write a letter.

2. The easy way: get to know him better.

The there is the one for the insecure single men on here:

Faint Praise

Size isn’t everything. It’s what you do

That matters, darling, and you do it quite well

In some respects. Credit where credit’s due –

You work, you’re literate, you rarely smell.

Small men can be aggressive, people say,

But you are often genial and kind,

As long as you can have things all your way

And I comply, and do not speak my mind.

You look all right. I’ve never been disgusted

By paunchiness. Who wants some skinny youth?

My friends have warned me that you can’t be trusted

But I protest I’ve heard you tell the truth.

Nobody’s perfect. Now and then, my pet,

You’re almost human. You could make it yet.

And the one on gaining an ex:

Loss

The day he moved out was terrible -

That evening she went through hell.

His absence wasn't a problem

But the corkscrew had gone as well.

Any poems you'd like to share?

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By *mm_n_ZedCouple
over a year ago

Fareham

Check-out

Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,

tousled sun kissed hair, divine

blue eyes , blue jeans, soft parted lips

oh god! so close, those narrow hips.

Firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,

black leather belt, button flies.

Look at me, grab me, kiss my face

this prim and proper wife, disgrace,

my prudish straight-laced life displace.

Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,

wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.

Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping

hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop

the chaos of the weekly shop.

Pin me down and spill my cream

upon the floor then make me scream

Oh god! oh god!

Well I can dream

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

"Check-out

Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,

tousled sun kissed hair, divine

blue eyes , blue jeans, soft parted lips

oh god! so close, those narrow hips.

Firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,

black leather belt, button flies.

Look at me, grab me, kiss my face

this prim and proper wife, disgrace,

my prudish straight-laced life displace.

Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,

wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.

Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping

hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop

the chaos of the weekly shop.

Pin me down and spill my cream

upon the floor then make me scream

Oh god! oh god!

Well I can dream

If all trips to the supermarket could be like that.

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By *mm_n_ZedCouple
over a year ago

Fareham

"Check-out

Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,

tousled sun kissed hair, divine

blue eyes , blue jeans, soft parted lips

oh god! so close, those narrow hips.

Firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,

black leather belt, button flies.

Look at me, grab me, kiss my face

this prim and proper wife, disgrace,

my prudish straight-laced life displace.

Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,

wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.

Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping

hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop

the chaos of the weekly shop.

Pin me down and spill my cream

upon the floor then make me scream

Oh god! oh god!

Well I can dream

If all trips to the supermarket could be like that."

This one's my own creation ... no need to guess what goes on in my mind at Tesco's then

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

"Check-out

Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,

tousled sun kissed hair, divine

blue eyes , blue jeans, soft parted lips

oh god! so close, those narrow hips.

Firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,

black leather belt, button flies.

Look at me, grab me, kiss my face

this prim and proper wife, disgrace,

my prudish straight-laced life displace.

Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,

wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.

Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping

hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop

the chaos of the weekly shop.

Pin me down and spill my cream

upon the floor then make me scream

Oh god! oh god!

Well I can dream

If all trips to the supermarket could be like that.

This one's my own creation ... no need to guess what goes on in my mind at Tesco's then

Very evocative. Thanks for sharing your pome with us.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Thought I'd ressurect this thread after reading about how people unwind after a stressful day.

I wrote this one quite a few years ago now, but I read it often to remind myself how to destress one's mind.

DISCONNECTED

Disconnect me from this powerful world,

Remove the wires that pipe to my soul.

Stop the telephones from trying to invade,

Please leave me in my ignorant shade.

Turn off the television, stop it's damn noise,

Silence the radio, don't hear it's voice.

Smash the screens in a computational slaughter,

I don't want to be part of this any more.

Scream at me to think like your unapproachable mind,

I'll just go my own way and leave you far behind,

And laugh at your leaders while they laugh at you,

And you'll stay entrapped in this wired up zoo.

I'm cutting the cables so that I can hear silence,

My brain is logging off, parking the violence.

My thoughts are in turmoil, struggling to form,

Phrases and rhymes - mindset to inform.

But where is the boy who looks after the sheep?

He's under the haystack with Little Bo Peep!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

On a hill

there was a cow

it must have gone

it's not there now

That's the limit of my poetry

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