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Stylized Debauchery/ Will They Ever Stop Sucking On Legions Honey Covered Bollock? | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. Stylized Debauchery/ Will They Ever Stop Sucking On Legions Honey Covered Bollock? How can you not believe in a them and us society? As you watch them divvy up the crumbs of sordid crust as they masturbate into rivers of illegitimate pools of ego driven sentimentality. You have Mr Frys articulate rotund Oxbridge embellishments squeezing his guilt ridden tea bag for all its worth. When is enough enough? But these people are so nice,so nice,so nice.
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February | 2011 | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. A Short Cut To Oblivion. Was it some perverted spaceman? Who did sow the seed of our discontent? Some Uncle Jesse from the stars. Giving Mrs Ape a little taste of Mars. Maybe the source of our inherent tension,. Is just the result of some aerial intervention? Perhaps we are result of some bestial union,. Made vent by some cowboy from the stars. So we are the result of a self-centred act,. Of a spaceman who couldn’t keep it in his pants,. That why it...
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The River Of Life And Death… | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. The River Of Life And Death. Looking at the river,. The river knows the way. As it moves with a silent strength. Toward a great sea to lose its self in mass. Perhaps its the loss of its individuality. Are we like the river moving onwards. To a sea of lost individuality? Oh yes I do worry about the loss of me. How many me’s have there been. In the seas of lost individuality? Maybe when the karmic cloak is lifted. We will become god-like and gifted.
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A Short Cut To Oblivion | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. A Short Cut To Oblivion. Was it some perverted spaceman? Who did sow the seed of our discontent? Some Uncle Jesse from the stars. Giving Mrs Ape a little taste of Mars. Maybe the source of our inherent tension,. Is just the result of some aerial intervention? Perhaps we are result of some bestial union,. Made vent by some cowboy from the stars. So we are the result of a self-centred act,. Of a spaceman who couldn’t keep it in his pants,. Stylized De...
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The lady With The Smiley Face | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. The lady With The Smiley Face. The little one struggled and then stood up,. His cot was soiled with his own waste,. He just did not know this time this place,. He was just a baby. He remembered a man once with brush and easel,. Another life perhaps, he didn’t understand, why would he? He was just a baby a little one shaking his cot,. But he does remember a kind lady with a smiley face. It was dark in this place its not nice here he thought,. Address...
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The Jealous Rituals of the Needy | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. The Jealous Rituals of the Needy. They come with their introspective smiles, with their eyes a flicker in the shyest of pose,. 8220;oh” you say to yourself “their ok, I suppose,”. But something inside says this doesn’t ring true,. But my dear friends I do say this to you,. Go with first instinct for thats the best you can do, because they are the needy,. The ones who really need you. Remember my darlings we all stand alone,. When they end up alone,.
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Is This The Dawning Of The Age of Aquarius | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. Is This The Dawning Of The Age of Aquarius. We have forgotten who we are and where we came from. And now the gods ignore us. They were never at Auschwitz or the Gulags. Because we ask for divine protection without connection. We are not in tune with our gods because we go against the natural order. Our vision dissipating as the waters of tranquility cloud over. Confusion reigns as corporatist kingdoms of church and state rule. Enter your comment here.
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Something At My Window | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. Something At My Window. A tap-tap-ratter tap-tap, oh dear shiver me timbers,. There’s something banging on my windows, and the fact that I am ten stories high. Makes me wonder who’s passing by. I can’t say that I am not a little worried. And afraid, afraid to raise my head above the pillow,. I am so scared to see what I might see. A-waiting in the darkness for me. I’ve seen those films with scary scenes,. Is something that I do not buy. If you have ...
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May | 2013 | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. The River Of Life And Death. Looking at the river,. The river knows the way. As it moves with a silent strength. Toward a great sea to lose its self in mass. Perhaps its the loss of its individuality. Are we like the river moving onwards. To a sea of lost individuality? Oh yes I do worry about the loss of me. How many me’s have there been. In the seas of lost individuality? Maybe when the karmic cloak is lifted. We will become god-like and gifted.
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November | 2010 | Poetry By George Dudley
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Poetry By George Dudley. Welcome To My World Of Poetry. Those Old Etonians Are Back In Town. Those olde Etonians are back in town. They use hackneyed terms like “grass roots level”. 8220;big society, let all muck in! But they are not in tune with mothers peril. When school uniforms are worn thrice over. Food is bought by monies bent. And bills are paid with monies lent. From unscrupulous low life city degenerates. Who pay for top class accounting men. 8220;So get on your bike lads and lets all muck in!
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