Kingdom

Upon A hill somewhere in Sussex I saw it and
its apt to be those feelings of naval warfare, sailors pluck, weathering of many a storm.
but suggestions of a less warlike character
which occur to the contemplative man on
meeting
the monarch of the forest.
And then there is the
massive trunk
whose noble emblem of majestic and sublime endurance is
a mother-idea in each particular kind of tree,
embodied in the poetry of every language.
standing as a type of strength and endurance.
I the single mark of supremacy
resisting gravity and the Oak alone defies it.
It chooses direction for its limbs, so that their whole weight may tell,
like no weeping willow .
Beneath some noble Oak feelings of the moralist, the poet, and the man.
The forester .
The aged tree whose boughs,
in Shakespeare language, are
those of this kingdom 

Su una collina da qualche parte nel Sussex ho visto e

la sua suscettibile di essere quei sentimenti di guerra navale, marinai strappare, agenti atmosferici di molti una tempesta.

ma suggestioni di un carattere meno bellicosa

che si verificano per l'uomo contemplativo

riunione

il monarca della foresta.

E poi c'è l'

massiccio tronco

il cui nobile emblema della resistenza maestoso e sublime è

una madre-idea in ogni particolare tipo di albero,

incarnata nella poesia di ogni lingua.

in piedi come un tipo di forza e resistenza.

Ho il marchio unico della supremazia

resistendo gravità e solo la Quercia sfida di esso.

Si sceglie la direzione per le sue membra, in modo che tutto il loro peso può raccontare,

come nessun salice piangente.

Sotto alcuni sentimenti di quercia nobili del moralista, il poeta, e l'uomo.

La guardia forestale.

L'albero di età compresa tra i cui rami,

nella lingua di Shakespeare, sono

quelli di questo regno

hampstead seen from highbury fields

Over there
far beyond
lies Hampstead
the silky air of night
belongs there
in the fields
now given back
to their things
and to
the immemorial time of times
Keats house is still there
and his words
remain
in the hedgerows
and the chiselled church
where he was
first annointed
in garlands of meaning.
The night pours down over there
and juice and favour emerge
as the heath becomes
alive and renewed

porno actress

Im into making crosses now
I make them from wood
I find outside my beach house
washed on the californian shore
maybe from Africa
or who knows
those things I did
on film
well thats my day job
do you really care
if I juiced and broke dry
a conveyor belt
of mass masculinity?
but religions
my real job. I hope you like my conversions
of wood
maybe wooden words cant describe
a wooden mind wooled over with
the rightousness
of doing my thing
and you doing yours.
I cant be judged
only God can judge me
and I make him his crosses
he so needs

party political broadcast

Being a lover
at least I have understood the term
the means the wants and the needs
individual,
Higher than your fun guy routine and crusading pursuits,
and those semi-religious,
patriotic to your cunt.
Serious pubic career work,
equal and higher plane involvement on
sexual thoughts and pursuits.
your brand of religion is mine,
your pursuit ,
a form of fucking government,

I'll follow.
My career mission above the valid
healthy wants and needs
of your significant pit.
You cheapen the meaning of love.
you sacrifice the people closest to you
you slip away from the wants
the needs but
you know best
as ever
as always
true or not.

poacher in autumn

the poacher returns
in dying september light
theres bread for the bag
but no joy or jewels
for things are coming
to conclusions,
so be it
for they must
but things hang on
the hand still gripping
something
intangible
and now the cold night air
brings a message
if only we could
decode it

go fuck em go go go

A blonde amateur bombshell who poised to become
"queen swallowing of the internet!" wrote
YOU ARE NOT LOGGED IN AS A PREMIUM ACCESS USER
fuck so fuck off
Her sexual exploits are legendary
Carrie gets cum ·
yeah Carrie gets cum.
she did bad at school
one teacher said
shes a fuckin moron
so
Rating moron.
Teen girl makes handjob in car
it said in the Nantucket tribune
as police oozed the smells
from rolled down window
beforehand
BUT MOM SAID
hey
cocksucker
its a job like any
and its got
career
advancement
Facial Cumshot Queen go premium
go go go
go fuck em go

mount

The Eiger is the Ogre, Monk and Maiden
mountain peaks in Jungfrau region
and has attracted the freak the MAN and the Nazi
A vertical drop of more than 1600 metres.
Those with the courage and desire,
not content to dream the Ogre, but to ride it stride it find it.
Not content to read about the breathtaking Eiger North Faceout just that pussy that eluded them because they feeling more than what they are,
tend to write about pussy their highest wall of ambition,
but there are other walls far more livable and
they will not tackle a superlative high alpine Jungfrau,
not seen at the station at Eigergletscher and seen to set out on the Eiger Trail,
not then seen on the famous rock face itself, no they are at home, literary people or dead people.
NOT ON the metal ladders that climbers to the Eiger-Rotstock Via Ferrata use to gain access.
To view over the Wetterhorn and the Grosse Scheidegg. THEY WILL
NEVER feel but only imagine it.
They have brought their binoculars to search for emotions in places like skyscraper city and buy me ethnic lunch lane.
They arch fore to see the climbers up against the rock face.
But you will find them at the train station
where gottfrierd sells postcards that show all the routes up this mountain.
Later , too late the poets walk boldly down to Alpiglen train station full of why her pussy isn't mine
imagining imagining imagining
The real men are on the North Face care of Jungfrau.
Nazis maybe but for sure not you who wants to be loved at any cost.

BRITISH WORDS ON GROPECUNT LANE PLUS unfinished poem

You could almost decide
having read any dictionary
that any unknown British word
is most likely to mean dick
and
"Free pussy pics and wet pussy videos is what we at the Cunt Log love!
Like the Titty Twister, we hâve got all kinds of vagina for you...
a variation on the pussy lip
like you
never
seen.
A tight pussy or a dick
of a poem specially
written on toilet paper
stolen
and won on e.bay
from that paper starlet
and
sex material
of your teen years now overlong and overblown.
British words
written on toilet paper
and no less a dictionary
as any seen.
And you could almost be right.
The Brits have so many because different ones
and they sound better in different sentences on different tongues,
tongues that sux.
cunt and pillicock, refer to member so there is much punch in the word "cunt." Contained in that one syllable is a whole history of misogyny.
Cunt: A Declaration of non-circumscrivation or circum-anything.
Thats right, "cunt" wasnt always Cunt.
Once it was passive.
Not active
You may have been in "gropecuntlane."
Where the Paki sells his shit now
and exhausts the word ambition
and in gropecuntlane
it only referred to a part of the body.
"Would thou partake of my cunt"
four-letter words then polysyllabic ones,
more respectable.
cunt replaced with vagina and vulva
crap to excrement and pissto urine cunnus, meaning pudenda
and a fair woman
in Gropecunt lane by aldgate
said to me
this
"I swear "cunt" comes from kunton meaning female genitalia.
meaning "hollow place"
and in Gropecunt lane
her hollow place was
corrupted to holy
and cunt was born.
And then them latins began "to cover, to conceal to corrupt cunt
because considered a hole.
Then again, in the end, a conviction
of holy Mary
and the jumble of fried
crap
that turns their juices on
a race of has beens who
had this and
had that
mongrels from the sewers
but with hallowed Paella
and
they stumbled upon
this
unnus is a kunton, is a cunt

farsi woman

oiled skin
no hair
part from head
getting ready
for
the mercedes dealer
who makes
it
from
false promise
and man/woman farsiful stuff
black lips on oil

big mac poem

yankees travel far and wide
to see a macdonalds on the other side
thars me grandma really it is
theyt call pepsi shitty cool fizz
the old cow squints and what can she see
just another boigur an little ol me
the macdonalds in paris its cool and its gay
hope you aint a faggot thats what she say
we saw the boighurs down in san jose
thats in spain not near santa fe

SPURS POEM

Glory, Glory is the rallying  song 
 sung to our tune  and  sung at our games.
  The fight song  arranged
The Battle song of the old spurs
and the glory within our blood
Glory, glory to old to the old spurs
Glory, glory to those that will come
Glory, glory  Glory, glory to all those who were
Glory, glory to all those who are and will be

time, culture deities dedicated to glory,
in the mutual battle against all
  God and gods fit the bill.
Glory petitioning the deities , offerings of sacrifice
blood  and toil
and the glory
prayer,

 spells, to focus the mind and will , the desired goal,
ask assistance for your fuck ups
and those infidels North of us and the foul breath they breathe
And although we are taken, then, savagely. between us, glory is out there in the fields
and
with observances of position.

Glory in in his compassion

brought us victory,  by the gentle strength
of our style. charming everyone with balls that talk and speak glory,
to perfection.
and embodied shots of power braking fabric
wisdom and magic, restored our body to life after all was lost
on a day dedicated to slaughter long before
they perfected their plans,
they
equals in power
devoted merely to winning.
and those wishing for such qualities in their own lunchtime
but we say a simple pray to  glory
"may your love and devotion echo in our team and in our hearts"
 
while lotus, figs, myrrh and dates are appropriate for the Gods of glory,
share the taste of that day and those days
love feast
confirm your love,
wear the scarf,
the ancient symbol of  glory
to keep it
fresh and strong.

The Battle Hymn of the Bulldog Nation

A slower-played version, using a much more complete melody of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" is played before the start of each home football game on campus at Sanford Stadium. A trumpet-playing member of the Georgia Redcoat Marching Band takes a position in the upper deck of the south side stands, near the west endzone, and reverently plays the first seven notes of the Battle Hymn to a cheering crowd, while an historical video montage of the football team's greatest moments is displayed on monitors all around the stadium. The rest of the band on the field then finishes the first stanza and the song, which is referred to as "The Battle Hymn of the Bulldog Nation" by famous former Georgia play-by-play announcer Larry Munson. During the solo, the Bulldog fans in Sanford Stadium rise to their feet, take off their hats, and point them in the direction of the soloist as a sign of respect. This tradition was added following the internet publication of a tribute to UGA football entitled "Seven Notes On A Trumpet"^[2] penned by an unnamed fan of UGA, originally posted on a UGA sports-related internet message board called the Dawg Vent. This is one of the most hallowed traditions of Georgia Bulldog football. The music for the slow Battle Hymn was arranged by UGA student arranger Jeff Simmons in 1987 and has become the Redcoat Band's signature piece.

References

How he lost his love

She was
speaking to her idol the new king.
MET BY THE BOATING LAKE
another refugee of the park.
My vulva, the horn,
will you fill it she askedt the lord of Heaven,
full of eagerness like the young night
that would come,
said it with pain,
said head fill.
My untilled land lies fallow she maybe felt.
As for me, I have nothing,
Who will run sharp nails across my........ my vulva?
Who will plow my high field?
Who will plow my wet ground?
As for me
I have a husband
at this moment making
office jokes to office people
Mooorgate way, the young woman said,
Who will plow my vulva?
Who will station the ox there?
Who will plow my vulva.
He the idol would fall
from grace
soon
just like the pleader
in his cheap office suit in Moorgate
who would forget to examine
that Vulva
for signs of the plough man
and would forget that love had
taken a trip
to another conscience

EPPING FOREST

Epping forest
	near us at the end of the line the train stops from darkness into air no one comes this far on the central line maybe porcini pickers and those who run from the smoke stepping out on the platform but becoming distant from what you knew and then with every footstep crunching upon the ways of old songs and their lines. Below you are the ones who came before whose thin whisps of smoke from clearings sent uneasy messages for man to mean something. And all at once in early morning haze a new summer began millennia ago and they in the clearing asked if man was coming

poets

A poet should live away from all that is known
in wilds where no one ventures
should live
with white pages like floating dreams,
and natural carbon to write
no less and no more.
And should give all that can be given
and lie with black trestled hair alongside him
the colour of night,darker than night
and she should smile rarely.

AMERICAN COOKING

The American school of cooking offers cooking courses,
you can cook yourself up a storm
and try Mama back behind the picolit,
even though shes straining at the leash (last night was Lasagne night)
amateurs, semi-professional and professionals, all kinds .
We are glutton gluten free, and for specific diets for specific dieties
a passion for cooking up a storm is needed.Combine fucking and cooking,
combine fucking and cooking, its obvious.You fat fucking flem you.
If you stay away from what the "Fat Bastards" want you to eat, you’re going to stay healthy. For those of you packing a little too much sludge, start eliminating this crap one .
Gluttons fat or Slim are noted for foul air and emotional monologues with flatulence, vulgar , and unusual diet , a cannibalistic taste for franks .
Bitterness of mouth and mind are common
Biting on the sublime challenge is theirs, always.
Before you cook or after,theres fat to chew ,spread and enroach on Mama back there and
wine drinking not done unless sober,
Sober style.but its sober style and its beauty has not been displayed to the tourists.
She has a deep interior beauty, which produces the real
picolit. But Mama there eats your daily bread and its not pleasant to see
and she is milked dry daily , her
beauty has not been displayed to the tourists.
She has a deep interior beauty, which produces the real juice that is used to create the great sauces

Island

At the end of the
Park theres a pond.
It a rather attractive symmetrical pond with a central island.
And on the island theres a man who wishes the
boat that takes the kids round the island
would stop and rescue him It a waterfowl magnet too, you know that cos he bloodied with sea gull crimson
and the parkkeepers have kindly provided an identification board in case you cant tell your moorhens from your mallards.
But have been eaten by this man. THEY CALL THE ISLAND BONE iSLAND
NOW
In a previous TIME the man was called BASIL archer and he used to be part of a moat fed by WOMAN OF VOLUPTUOUS NEEDS, SPOON FED AS IT WERE.
She surrounded Basil Archer - like a mansion of great standing dating back to the tudors, once owned by Edward III mistress Bellino Barson.
He was upgraded several times over the years until his balls grew big and full, and his body hairs were duly landscaped (hence Weesdon Bush tube station), but incendiary bombing left the Woman burnt so there no trace now. Apart from the moat, that is.

poem bout love

Being a lover
at least I have understood the term
the means the wants and the needs
individual,
higher than your fun guy routine and crusading pursuits.
and those semi-religious,
patriotic to your cunt
serious pubic career work,
equal and higher plane involvement on
sexual thoughts and pursuits.
your brand of religion is mine,
your pursuit
a form of fucking government,I'll follow.
My career mission above the valid
healthy wants and needs
of your significant pit.
You cheapen the meaning of love.
you sacrifice the people closest to you
you slip away from the wants
the needs but
you know best
as ever
as always
true or not.

Doestevesky

It was once written by Doestevesky, the famous Russian writer, that the treatment of prisoners within a state, revealed much about its society. He should've added the disabled, both physiocally and mentally impaired. For they are not only prisoners (of their health, faculties and functions) but also the most weakest and vulnerable in any community or society.

The recent budget from Pinnochio (George Osborne) and side-kicks the Lib-Dems, have trounced, shredded and punched the living standards of DLA recipients across this Country. We at the gravedigger expect nothing less from the Tories, who at county level, the conservatives 2 years ago closed the QE2 Centre in Dartford, which provided care, recreation and support to the disabled of North West Kent.

Because disabled people cannot work (even though they want to!), the Tories by their actions both nationally and locally, shame us all with their sense of priorities towards people who cannot defend themselves against the full might of the state. The crass penny-pinching of the Tories in the face of this deficit reduction plan of theirs, looks increasingly hollow, when if a government was really serious about this supposed crisis....why wasn't income tax raised? As for the banking levy...a mere spattering of a drop in a vast ocean...yet it was the banks/finance house's and investment funds that got us into the fix in the first place.

The idea of "were all in this together", has shown that the poor, disabled and people dependent on public services, plus those that work within its field are more "in this" than most!

The real villains of the piece are not just Tories....this is a programme of cuts, that they have been dreaming of. The near-collapse of the system (capitalism) and the benefit of being in opposition has conspired against sections of our weakest people. The advances that had been made by the last Labour government will now be placed on an operating theatre, where it seems Sweeny Todd or a government of his ilk, is the surgeon called upon to operate on the body politic of this Nation.

As for the disabled, we will see local Doctor surgeries filled to the rafters of paraplygics, amputees, the blind, deaf, the mentally & physically challenged...all being assessed by an "independent"Doctor...who will know doubt be on a bonus for those he/she declares fit for employment. The scenes across Medical Centres/Hospitals and Community Health Centres will be very, very ugly. You will witness people crying, panicking and behaving with distress as they (the disabled) enter a conveyor belt of medical checks which will be bent in favour of termination of benefits.
Already former incapacity benefit claimants will be in line for the rescinding of benefits, then the move to remove at least a 1/3 of DLA claimants will begin in earnest....off-loading these poor souls into an evaporated labour market, as the economic pain begins to mount.

What have we really become...why is it...that the people, institutions that are primarily responsible for this calamity, from both sides of the Atlantic...why is it, that the disabled must pay. Those that at this moment in time, who suffer mental illness and depression...well, they will have to face the skewered logic of this government, enough to compound anybody's depression

An amateur bombshell who poised to become
"queen swallowing of the internet!" wrote
YOU ARE NOT LOGGED IN AS A PREMIUM ACCESS USER
fuck so fuck of
 Her sexual exploits are legendary
Carrie gets cum ·
yeah  Carrie gets cum.And Carrie is the antithesis to her dark curls, Carrie plays the sister and they played all the clubs
she did bad at school
one teacher said
shes a fuckin moron so Rating moron but she got a degree anyway degree by degree. Teen girl makes handjob in carit said in tribune of truth
as police oozed the smells
from rolled down window
beforehand
BUT MOM SAID
hey
cocksuckder
its a job like any
and its got
career
advancement Facial Cumshot Queen go premium
go go go
go fuck em go
But MUm said later "Marie your trouble is you always been too sexy" meaning sexed up.
So she got depressed married a bore junkie disappeared.

the gods of love

THE GODS OF LOVE
time, culture deities dedicated ,
shy mutual
attraction, to serious fucking, god fits the bill.
petitioning the deities , offerings of incense, flowers, fruit, sacrifice
blood or by dedicating
and they don’t care , not one single fucking bit
prayer, spells, to focus the mind and will , desired goal,
ask assistance for your fuck ups
the foul breath you breathe
taken, then, savagely. between them, sin
they taught agricultural screwing once out there in the fields
and
observances of position.
they hated violence,
in his compassion
well
it nearly
brought him near success, his women were simply disarmed by the gentle strength
of his penis.
her husband away charming everyone with product talk, she fucked to....well....well.....
to perfection.
she embodied cum shots
fertility, wisdom and female magic, restored his body to life after they killed him
on a day dedicated to slaughter long before
they perfected married happiness,
they
equals in power and squirting,
devoted.
those wishing for such qualities in their own lunchtime
say a simple pray to sex
"may your love and devotion echo in my love and life"
corn, grapes and sundry veggie shit were special to them two too
while lotus, figs, myrrh and dates are appropriate for fucking buddies,
share the taste of the liquids
love feast
confirm your love,
wear the ankle chain,
the ancient symbol of slave sex
to keep it
fresh and strong.