��You'��re a fine looking woman.��
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What made you say that?��

��The drink ! so it was.��

Drink and women will be the killing of Yi !��
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What !�� ��Heavens truth woman, I'��ve not bought a drink all week.��

Your hand in your pocket, Or you'��re sprouting wings !��

A child has much to learn, but infinitely more to teach.
To learn their lessons, become a child again.
Remember your own wisdom. See smiles reaching
your eyes, hear laughter springing from your heart.

Because if I cared you would not love me

Ever was it so that we who have to tighten our belts,
Gnash our teeth, wail at the miseries and indignities
Inflicted upon us by political thieves and vagabonds.
Their watchwords misrule and chaos.

Corpulent clerics who empty churches and whose spiritual
Guardianship seems to be one of numbing our minds And
Stifling thought, their charge Betrayed.
Woe to the goodly who work among them, for they labour
amidst vipers .

Great captains of industry who rape the "Mother," and leave
Her children wretched. Who lay down a success criteria that
Only they with their self seeking mindsets, would see as progress.
Be warned and careful of that which you wish for, lest you become
One of them!

But still let us find solace in the fact that while we suffer we gain
Insight into our humanity, turning today's pain into tomorrows
Information, experience, knowledge and wisdom, ergo expanding
The soul.
While those that exploit us to amass their earthly treasures,
Pile up a great debt, as they sell their souls for baubles!

Well we all know the little darlings are always asking them.
Why don'��t they ask their Mums and dads? That'��s because
we are always babysitting these automatic biscuit eaters.
(Cookies to the Norte Americanas)

Their Mums and dads go out to work in a vain attempt to pay
for the bloody great house they bought while trying to run a
Merc and a Monster 4x4 for mum to take the kids a mile to
and from school.

The 4x4s my fault of course, cos I used to take them, but
when I was away for a couple of days their mum filled in
for me.
Of course 7year old Amelia had to ask her mum where the
effin bastards were this morning! Well that was the end of
my school run, but I suppose I should be thankful for small
mercies, if that'��s what I can call her

That little misunderstanding cost me a fortune as I had to
help pay for the monster. I know she'��s my daughter but I
don'��t want to keep her till she'��s 50. No she is married now
and that useless , sorry shouldn'��t say that. Her husband
should do that.

I'��m not a grump you understand, no I'��m a happy type of man
who just wants a good woman, now what'��s wrong with that?
Well according to those two I should be past all of that, and
she says the very thought me making love disgusts her.

��Making love my A**,�� I just want a f*** really. What does she
think I'��m on this dating site for? I'��ve even lied about my age,
well they told me I would get more messages if I did. so I'��ve
said I'��m 85 but it don'��t seem to be working. Nobody must
believe me, mind you half the lies I tell aren'��t true!

Anyway those two should talk, I mean he can hardly get it up
because of stress at work. I still can, no I don'��t f***ing work.
I will admit I'��m not as good as I once was but I'��m as good once
as I ever was, so she can go and screw herself, which she
probably has to with the state he'��s in.

The questions and answers, I'��d forgotten all about them, you
must have distracted me. Well never mind I'��ll give you a couple
of examples then you can order the book from me, alright?

Example
Q1- G/son: Why is the sky blue?
A - G/pa : No you can'��t have an ice-cream!

Q2- G/son: Where was I before I was born?.
A - G/pa : You should have gone while you were there!

Get the idea? works all the time.

Grandpa Bill

You see what a couple of drinks can do for you
and of course some helpful critisism and examples. I think I'm progressing.

You are a beautiful woman, there I've just said what I thought.
You can look to FlightPhonix and Plastic-Pancakes for teaching
me to write what I feel, the exact emotion in fact. Remembering
that I am English this is a major step forward.

I don't think I would really seek revenge but there times when I
would like to.
Oh and thank you for your encouragement
Bill

I am a positive lad, normally, but there are times
when I like to lie, and gently lick my wounds,
and remember those that have injured me.

Soothingly I contemplate my revenge, "best served up
cold they say." Perhaps, but the thought of imminent
retribution is a great balm to me and they, knowing of
my impending revenge, gives me great comfort.

Not very enlightened thoughts I grant you, but the
veneer of civilisation is exceedingly thin, as I can
attest to, and I really do want to hurt them badly,

I know this would all sound better if I was telling you
that I had been the victim of such unenlightened
behavior, but no it is my turn to hurt, and the prospect
does excites me.

The thought does occur to me that I may have been the
object of revenge in the first place, but then who said
life was fair? not bloody me!

You were unimpressed with my last line. I really liked your poem
and and laughed out loud at the last line. Just great. I would like to write stuff like that but I need the time to become more honest or to let people into my inner thoughts. I'm only a novice but I am learning
from people like you. Once again, just great

A man is only one of a kind in his own mind.
But sadly he can'��t outrun his own thoughts.
At the time when he believes he'��s finished.
That will be the beginning

The Journey

Living is getting started, setting out on the path of life, putting your
Best foot forward, making your way to where you want to be, what
You want to become. No matter how hard the going gets or how
Rocky the road becomes.

You may know of me, but not of my saga. You marked my passage,
But not what I've endured. You saw my Struggles, but not my triumphs.
Underestimated, I am more resilient than myself, or anyone thought !

I take pride in my journey it's been hard. Sometimes every direction
Seeming like a wrong turning. I have been misled, misused, maligned,
Yet I somehow still survived. Yes, alive to tell the tale so to speak, the
Adventures seemingly not quite so daunting now, you understand.

A Child

A child has much to learn, but infinitely more to teach.
To learn their lessons, read their message, become
a child again.

A child does not speak your language deceit is not
understood, so when you open your mind'��s eye and
ear , you will see smiles reaching their eyes and hear
laughter springing from their heart.

The lonely Pints

Maybe you'��ve drunk them, certainly you will
Have seen others do so.
Cold, unwanted, unenjoyed, silently consumed
In an engrossed fashion. The casual drinker not
meeting the eyes of others, hiding the need

No one wants to be lost, lonely in a crowd. The
yearning hidden by the downcast eyes, all hearing
but apart of none. Isolated out of the warmth of
human conversation and comfort.

How did it happen? Well it'��s usually a long story,
A few wrong turnings, some unfortunate chances,
With sad endings and with no one to listen. Still
There'��s always the numbing effect of the lonely pints
For company

Another beauty, It's as though you're reading my mind. The thoughts
not the way you turn them into poems. Great

The knowing


I thought I was where I wanted to be, only
To find
I was in the wrong place.

Dogs barked at wolves at
My passing.
I howled at the moon,

Hopes and dreams flickered
Out touching
The lives of others.

Never learned to live with those lives,
Didn'��t know
How to love or be loved.

I'��ve not had the life I would have
Wished for.
I have lived the life I'��ve had.

Because of it, despite it, be dammed
By it
I am who I am.

The Knowing

I thought I was where I wanted to be, only
To find I was in the wrong place.
Each day
A dying, each one a fading dream.

Life raced by a ��pace. Dogs barked at wolves
As I passed. I howled at the moon,
Till the
Blush of dawn drove me out of my head

Hopes and dreams flickered out touching
The lives of others. I paused,
But did not
Dwell, hardly broke my stride!

I tracked the illusion across a lifetime.
Never learned to live that life,
Never knew
How to love or be loved.

Icy loneliness stopped my chase. I knew
I couldn'��t outrun the thoughts
In my head,
That Insidious certainty suffusing my mind.

The knowing always knew the pursuit would
Fail, and the sadness and anguish
Of that
Knowledge glistened In my eyes.

It would appear that it will have to stay the edit function is long gone

Do you know I only added that last line because the poem seemed so sad,
and I am such a positive character. Still perhaps you're right and I also feel you are right, so using my ability to change my mind, I will take out the last line.
Bill

Well I could feel sorry for myself or have lots of regrets, not that I could change anything except ,"Put a smile on it all," and get on with my life.
Sometimes though it's quite hard to take my own advice.
I am glad you liked it though and thanks for the compliment

The knowing

Dogs barked at wolves at
My passing.
I howled at the moon,

Hopes and dreams flickered
Out, touching
The lives of others.

Never learned to live with those lives,
Didn'��t know
How to love or be loved.

I'��ve not had the life I would have
Wished for.
I have lived the life I'��ve had.

Because of it, despite it, be dammed
By it
I am who I am.

looking Back, I did the only things possible,
Forgave myself,
And put a smile on it all!