MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 1
My thoughts are sinful
As when I look at your perfection
Your body a temple of purity
I think only of its desecration
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 2
My thoughts are sinful
The sordid and lustful kind
I what to rip your clothes off
And roger you from behind
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 3
My thoughts are sinful
Of your beauty lavishly garnished
In a state of partial undress
Your fingers manicured and varnished
Toying with my shaft
Your reputation forever tarnished
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 4
My thoughts are sinful
I like to think of sin
I like to see you smile
I like to see you grin
But I’d really like to see
With my balls upon your chin
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
CONCUPISCENCE
CONCUPISCENCE # 1
I have a bar maid fantasy
I would like to serve her
Instead of her serving me
But the service I would perform
If I get my wish
Is to kiss her clitoris
Then with eager tongue
Bring her to climax
And taste the nectar
That sour musk
Of lusts honey
And drink of her
Like a fresh pulled pint
CONCUPISCENCE # 2
Affected by her Joie de vivre
In a way I couldn’t believe
This amazing tour de force
Set me upon an immoral course
And in libidinous concupiscence
I gained valuable sexual experience
CONCUPISCENCE # 3
Each man doth aspire
With she he doth admire
To ignite loves blazing fire
And then the burning desire
Of the impassioned esquire
Is to quench the maiden’s fire
CONCUPISCENCE # 4
In my fecundity I see you
And all the dirty things you do
Self-abuse and things of that kind
And being rogered from behind
But I don’t feel any shame
Because you don’t even know my name
I have a bar maid fantasy
I would like to serve her
Instead of her serving me
But the service I would perform
If I get my wish
Is to kiss her clitoris
Then with eager tongue
Bring her to climax
And taste the nectar
That sour musk
Of lusts honey
And drink of her
Like a fresh pulled pint
CONCUPISCENCE # 2
Affected by her Joie de vivre
In a way I couldn’t believe
This amazing tour de force
Set me upon an immoral course
And in libidinous concupiscence
I gained valuable sexual experience
CONCUPISCENCE # 3
Each man doth aspire
With she he doth admire
To ignite loves blazing fire
And then the burning desire
Of the impassioned esquire
Is to quench the maiden’s fire
CONCUPISCENCE # 4
In my fecundity I see you
And all the dirty things you do
Self-abuse and things of that kind
And being rogered from behind
But I don’t feel any shame
Because you don’t even know my name
21st Century Brits
CUT FROM DIFFERENT CLOTH
My parents were born between the wars,
And in their day
People were cut from different cloth
A sturdy resilient cloth
A cloth that bound the nation together
They were tougher people
Who lived through tough times
The general strike, the depression
The Second World War
20 years of rationing
But life had greater value
Because its pleasures came hard
And life was more than a measure
Of what could be possessed
The post baby boomers
Roll their eyes at such talk
But our country is weaker
And its people
Less sturdy, less resilient
Today we are a ragged nation
Just a collection of frayed threads
THE SELFISH GENERATION
People are loyal only to themselves
They have no sense of nation today
And put their own self-interest first
“What’s in it for me” is what they say
People have many heartfelt opinions
But hardly a one true conviction
When England is once more in peril
This is my sad and sorry prediction
There will be no mass rush to volunteer
Conscription will be met with legal scheming
They only way to get them to join up
Will be to drag them kicking and screaming
ALL ABOUT RIGHTS
I was staggered with an item
On the news last night
About illegal downloads
And breach of copyright
One proposal is to block offender’s broadband
Which I thought was alright
But apparently this in itself is illegal
As broadband is now a human right
What has become of this country?
What brought us to our plight?
What about the Tolpuddle martyrs?
What of the suffragettes fight?
What of battle for equality
These are true issues of human right
If King Arthur returned to us
He would turn and take flight
THE BULLDOG BREED
The British in the past
Seemed to have more grit
The Londoners of old
Bombarded in the Blitz
Shook their fists in defiance
Such were the plucky Brits
People alive today
Would never stand for it
They’d shout about human rights
And probably serve a writ
My parents were born between the wars,
And in their day
People were cut from different cloth
A sturdy resilient cloth
A cloth that bound the nation together
They were tougher people
Who lived through tough times
The general strike, the depression
The Second World War
20 years of rationing
But life had greater value
Because its pleasures came hard
And life was more than a measure
Of what could be possessed
The post baby boomers
Roll their eyes at such talk
But our country is weaker
And its people
Less sturdy, less resilient
Today we are a ragged nation
Just a collection of frayed threads
THE SELFISH GENERATION
People are loyal only to themselves
They have no sense of nation today
And put their own self-interest first
“What’s in it for me” is what they say
People have many heartfelt opinions
But hardly a one true conviction
When England is once more in peril
This is my sad and sorry prediction
There will be no mass rush to volunteer
Conscription will be met with legal scheming
They only way to get them to join up
Will be to drag them kicking and screaming
ALL ABOUT RIGHTS
I was staggered with an item
On the news last night
About illegal downloads
And breach of copyright
One proposal is to block offender’s broadband
Which I thought was alright
But apparently this in itself is illegal
As broadband is now a human right
What has become of this country?
What brought us to our plight?
What about the Tolpuddle martyrs?
What of the suffragettes fight?
What of battle for equality
These are true issues of human right
If King Arthur returned to us
He would turn and take flight
THE BULLDOG BREED
The British in the past
Seemed to have more grit
The Londoners of old
Bombarded in the Blitz
Shook their fists in defiance
Such were the plucky Brits
People alive today
Would never stand for it
They’d shout about human rights
And probably serve a writ
WAR AND WARRIORS
GRANDDADS WAR
In South Africa during the Boer War
Granddad got the key of the door
In France during World War 1
He lay wounded when the day was done
He could have met a very bloody end
But for the bravery of his friend
So he lived to fight another day instead
And died an old man in his own bed
THE SOLDIER’S LAST MUSTER
When the sun is in the west
You will safely go to rest
At the setting of the sun
With your soldiers duties done
You will feel your God is nigh
As you ascend up to the sky
And in earths fading light
Where tears diminish sight
Where loved ones question why
A new star will grace the sky
Gleaming bright in the firmament
Proudly amongst the regiment
To mark the passing of a soldier son
Who died not seeing victory won
Now the time that moves us most
The plaintive lament of the last post
For those falling fighting foes
Heads bow as the bugle blows
BEFORE THE KAISER CAME
Before the Kaiser came
Swallows fed on the wing
Above green meadows
Butterflies danced on the breeze
And birdsong filled the copses
Then the Kaiser came
And no longer did birds sing
Mud filled the meadows
Gunfire echoed on the breeze
And rats fed on the corpses
FLANDERS ENDURED
A wondrous pastoral scene
Green fields and meadows
Woodland and hedgerows
Unchanged for centuries
A beautiful place, a safe place
Then came war’s unkind caress
Which swept away the green
Repainted the pastoral scene
In shades of brown
And turned everything to mud
Tree trunks devoid of branches
Stood like rows of rotted teeth
In the mouth of hell
The fetid stench of detritus
Filled the air
All this did Flanders endure
The blood, the mud, the tears
For four long years
Now another kinder hand
Has touched the land
And colour has returned
From the paint box of peace
SERRIED ROWS OF CROSSES
The landscape changed
From peace to bloody war
A hellish muddy landscape
Those men had to endure
And when war was ended
The living had moved on
The dead remained on parade
To forever guard the Somme
The landscape changed
From bloody war to peace
A sombre mark of the passing
Of those who fell before the cease
Serried ranks of white crosses
Marking those who stayed
To be forever remembered
These fallen comrades on parade
FIGHTING TALK
“You’re fighting for a just cause”
That is the justification
“You’ll make the world a safer place”
“You’ll protect your nation”
These are the politician’s words
Spoken with passion and pride
Spoken away from the line of fire
Spoken from where warmongers hide
Men of empty rhetoric
These politicians never see danger
Safe on their leather seats
They never hear shots fired in anger
PROUD HERITAGE
Like many Englishmen
When our history is revealed
My forebears shed their blood
Men who never thought to yield
On the battlefields of England
And on many a foreign field
In South Africa during the Boer War
Granddad got the key of the door
In France during World War 1
He lay wounded when the day was done
He could have met a very bloody end
But for the bravery of his friend
So he lived to fight another day instead
And died an old man in his own bed
THE SOLDIER’S LAST MUSTER
When the sun is in the west
You will safely go to rest
At the setting of the sun
With your soldiers duties done
You will feel your God is nigh
As you ascend up to the sky
And in earths fading light
Where tears diminish sight
Where loved ones question why
A new star will grace the sky
Gleaming bright in the firmament
Proudly amongst the regiment
To mark the passing of a soldier son
Who died not seeing victory won
Now the time that moves us most
The plaintive lament of the last post
For those falling fighting foes
Heads bow as the bugle blows
BEFORE THE KAISER CAME
Before the Kaiser came
Swallows fed on the wing
Above green meadows
Butterflies danced on the breeze
And birdsong filled the copses
Then the Kaiser came
And no longer did birds sing
Mud filled the meadows
Gunfire echoed on the breeze
And rats fed on the corpses
FLANDERS ENDURED
A wondrous pastoral scene
Green fields and meadows
Woodland and hedgerows
Unchanged for centuries
A beautiful place, a safe place
Then came war’s unkind caress
Which swept away the green
Repainted the pastoral scene
In shades of brown
And turned everything to mud
Tree trunks devoid of branches
Stood like rows of rotted teeth
In the mouth of hell
The fetid stench of detritus
Filled the air
All this did Flanders endure
The blood, the mud, the tears
For four long years
Now another kinder hand
Has touched the land
And colour has returned
From the paint box of peace
SERRIED ROWS OF CROSSES
The landscape changed
From peace to bloody war
A hellish muddy landscape
Those men had to endure
And when war was ended
The living had moved on
The dead remained on parade
To forever guard the Somme
The landscape changed
From bloody war to peace
A sombre mark of the passing
Of those who fell before the cease
Serried ranks of white crosses
Marking those who stayed
To be forever remembered
These fallen comrades on parade
FIGHTING TALK
“You’re fighting for a just cause”
That is the justification
“You’ll make the world a safer place”
“You’ll protect your nation”
These are the politician’s words
Spoken with passion and pride
Spoken away from the line of fire
Spoken from where warmongers hide
Men of empty rhetoric
These politicians never see danger
Safe on their leather seats
They never hear shots fired in anger
PROUD HERITAGE
Like many Englishmen
When our history is revealed
My forebears shed their blood
Men who never thought to yield
On the battlefields of England
And on many a foreign field
LIFE’S HIGHWAY
LIFE’S HIGHWAY # 1
No matter which road I decide to travel along
Road works have got there before me it seems
I think its part of a new government initiative
“The dig up the roads to cause congestion scheme”
LIFE’S HIGHWAY # 2
It seems that no matter which road I travel
As soon as I turn onto it the road works begin
They always get there before me with one exception
There are never any problems on the road to ruin
LIFE’S HIGHWAY # 3
It seems that no matter which road I travel
As soon as I turn onto it the road works begin
But it’s not the road works themselves I mind so much
It’s that they’re never filling the bloody Potholes in
No matter which road I decide to travel along
Road works have got there before me it seems
I think its part of a new government initiative
“The dig up the roads to cause congestion scheme”
LIFE’S HIGHWAY # 2
It seems that no matter which road I travel
As soon as I turn onto it the road works begin
They always get there before me with one exception
There are never any problems on the road to ruin
LIFE’S HIGHWAY # 3
It seems that no matter which road I travel
As soon as I turn onto it the road works begin
But it’s not the road works themselves I mind so much
It’s that they’re never filling the bloody Potholes in
NATURAL VERSE
FALL FESTIVAL
The summer comes to an end
Sooner than anyone believes
And so begins autumns festival
Of dancing painted leaves
LAZY SUMMER
Wildflowers in the meadow
The lark up in the sky
The days are long and languid
The land is warm and dry
The lazy days of summer
Just pass you slowly by
THE AMBLING STREAM
The early morning sun
Glints on the ambling stream
Where the Kingfisher hunts
And lovers go to dream
THE CRUEL SEA
In the sunlight it flatters to deceive
But don’t be fooled by its calm exterior
For beneath the welcoming surface
You will succumb to its true nature
Its lures you into a false sense of security
Its intent is to drag you to its depths
Sap your strength, every ounce of energy
And squeeze from your body every breath
She will let you surface for a breath
Then drag you down again out of reach
Then when she has toyed with you enough
She dumps you lifeless on the beach
LONG LAZY SUMMER DAYS
Long lazy summer days
Collecting shells along the shore
Long lazy childhood days
I wish them back once more
The summer comes to an end
Sooner than anyone believes
And so begins autumns festival
Of dancing painted leaves
LAZY SUMMER
Wildflowers in the meadow
The lark up in the sky
The days are long and languid
The land is warm and dry
The lazy days of summer
Just pass you slowly by
THE AMBLING STREAM
The early morning sun
Glints on the ambling stream
Where the Kingfisher hunts
And lovers go to dream
THE CRUEL SEA
In the sunlight it flatters to deceive
But don’t be fooled by its calm exterior
For beneath the welcoming surface
You will succumb to its true nature
Its lures you into a false sense of security
Its intent is to drag you to its depths
Sap your strength, every ounce of energy
And squeeze from your body every breath
She will let you surface for a breath
Then drag you down again out of reach
Then when she has toyed with you enough
She dumps you lifeless on the beach
LONG LAZY SUMMER DAYS
Long lazy summer days
Collecting shells along the shore
Long lazy childhood days
I wish them back once more
SAPPHO’S INTIMATE KISS
In my nakedness I surrendered to her
Yielding to her dominance
Like a bitch before her alpha
Proffering my soft underbelly
She knelt before me
And pushed my thighs apart
My head swam
And my heart beat hard in my chest
Blood coursed through my veins
And roared in my ears
Then she leant forward
And kissed my quivering belly
And began her southerly progression
Moving slowly and purposely
And kissing my skin along the route
She paused to nuzzled my bush
Savoring the scent
Then she arrived at the source of my anticipation
The mound of eager flesh
The expectant petals open
Moist like a dewy rose
Then her tongue touched the petals
Of my moist blossom
And my body shook
With each clitoral stimulation
Of this oral assignation
My body quaked in spasm
Of each successive orgasm
Until I reached that enviable state of bliss
Thanks to Sappho’s intimate kiss
Yielding to her dominance
Like a bitch before her alpha
Proffering my soft underbelly
She knelt before me
And pushed my thighs apart
My head swam
And my heart beat hard in my chest
Blood coursed through my veins
And roared in my ears
Then she leant forward
And kissed my quivering belly
And began her southerly progression
Moving slowly and purposely
And kissing my skin along the route
She paused to nuzzled my bush
Savoring the scent
Then she arrived at the source of my anticipation
The mound of eager flesh
The expectant petals open
Moist like a dewy rose
Then her tongue touched the petals
Of my moist blossom
And my body shook
With each clitoral stimulation
Of this oral assignation
My body quaked in spasm
Of each successive orgasm
Until I reached that enviable state of bliss
Thanks to Sappho’s intimate kiss
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