Silicon babies give thanks for the mammaries
©cih01
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.
Enlightenment
I'll know I'm getting old
When my bits start heading south
And I start getting far too fussy
About the food I put in my mouth
When I look seriously at the adverts
In 'Glamour' and 'Cosmopolitan'
At the miracles that can be performed
Using botox and liposuction
But for now I'll keep eating chocolate
(And yes, I may get bigger)
Because life is too short to be dieting
For want of a better figure
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When my bits start heading south
And I start getting far too fussy
About the food I put in my mouth
When I look seriously at the adverts
In 'Glamour' and 'Cosmopolitan'
At the miracles that can be performed
Using botox and liposuction
But for now I'll keep eating chocolate
(And yes, I may get bigger)
Because life is too short to be dieting
For want of a better figure
©cih00
Wino Veritas
When you are drunk I understand you
When you murmur and smile and are gentle
Such a change from your normal behaviour
Which can only be called temperamental
It's a universal truth
That I prefer you 100% proof
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When you murmur and smile and are gentle
Such a change from your normal behaviour
Which can only be called temperamental
It's a universal truth
That I prefer you 100% proof
©cih00
Riding Bare Black
All I wanted was a pair of black knickers
Nothing see-through, nothing lacy or red
Not fur trimmed, or edged-round in feathers
But the shop assistant just shook her head
"Black?" she said, "100% cotton?"
"Not much call for that around here..
..Are you sure I can't interest you in these pink ones
With the appliqued deer?"
The suggestion was mooted to order -
Or suffer the underwear fright
Of having to go around wearing
Underwear in pink, blue or white.
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Nothing see-through, nothing lacy or red
Not fur trimmed, or edged-round in feathers
But the shop assistant just shook her head
"Black?" she said, "100% cotton?"
"Not much call for that around here..
..Are you sure I can't interest you in these pink ones
With the appliqued deer?"
The suggestion was mooted to order -
Or suffer the underwear fright
Of having to go around wearing
Underwear in pink, blue or white.
©cih00
Spreadsheets
The waves of sleep wash over me
The lights in the office grow dim
Statistics and numbers all dance in my head
There is nothing else for it -
I'm going to bed
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The lights in the office grow dim
Statistics and numbers all dance in my head
There is nothing else for it -
I'm going to bed
©cih00
Life
Should I catalogue my CDs from A-Z
Or watch soaps about family strife
Enter the Reader's Digest Prize Draw
Or go out and just get a life?
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Or watch soaps about family strife
Enter the Reader's Digest Prize Draw
Or go out and just get a life?
©cih00
Valentines for night
Roses are red
And roses are white
Is it you that I turn to in the middle of the night?
Roses are red
And roses have thorns
It isn't you I want beside me
When morning finally dawns
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And roses are white
Is it you that I turn to in the middle of the night?
Roses are red
And roses have thorns
It isn't you I want beside me
When morning finally dawns
©cih
Plasticine
Men are made from plasticine
Not soil, or earth, or clay
You can mould a man into what you want
But he'll never stay that way
©cih
Not soil, or earth, or clay
You can mould a man into what you want
But he'll never stay that way
©cih
Inner Self
I've known you too long to be fooled
I know you're not the self you portray
Attack to defend
Lash out, not befriend
Can't you see it's yourself you betray?
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I know you're not the self you portray
Attack to defend
Lash out, not befriend
Can't you see it's yourself you betray?
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Be a Writer
Pain is good for poetry
Mourning aids the Muse
Agony clears the intellect
Passion will merely confuse
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Mourning aids the Muse
Agony clears the intellect
Passion will merely confuse
©cih
Fake Tan
No it isn't some horrid skin disease
Leaving me with white streaks
And orange patches on my knees
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Leaving me with white streaks
And orange patches on my knees
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The Carnivore's Lament
I find it increasingly hard
(As I attempt a culinary treat)
To find one or more of my friends
Who will publicly profess to eat meat
Now surely the cult of the 'veggie'
Is only a temporary phase
I'm sure we have the technology
To end this new-fangled craze
So hurrah for the carnivore people
Who will once again cry with relief
"Let us now go out for dinner
And have potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, and beef!"
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(As I attempt a culinary treat)
To find one or more of my friends
Who will publicly profess to eat meat
Now surely the cult of the 'veggie'
Is only a temporary phase
I'm sure we have the technology
To end this new-fangled craze
So hurrah for the carnivore people
Who will once again cry with relief
"Let us now go out for dinner
And have potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, and beef!"
©cih
Epilepsy
The longest moments of self uncontrol
Limbs jerking against mental will
The frightening spasms of electrical surges
All controlled by a pill
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Limbs jerking against mental will
The frightening spasms of electrical surges
All controlled by a pill
©cih
Pillow
In duvet huddled
Pillows cuddled
Softly round your head
I wait and stand
Cushion in hand
And wonder
'Is he dead?'
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Pillows cuddled
Softly round your head
I wait and stand
Cushion in hand
And wonder
'Is he dead?'
©cih
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