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you."
That story always gets me right there.
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But basically?I don't call myself a Christian.
I don't know if I believe in God,?but I believe that?there must be something after death.
I believe that the souls of good people?end up in some kind of eternity,
I would not exactly describe it as heaven,?in the Christian definition.
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I believe that the Bible lays out?some very good ideals of how to live?and how people should?live by being "nice" to each other?and so on,
but ultimately,?I guess I just don't buy all of that?fire and brimstone stuff,?and miracles left, right and centre.
I even found out a?little bit about Buddhism,?and liked some of the?stuff I found out,?until I found out that they have,?shall we say,?very strict views on?sexually and?what is sexually "proper"?(for the lack of another word).
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My sex life is?what I call normal,?if only slightly kinky.
I have a friend who I have an arrangement?to see when the want arises.?She is a prostitute and?one of my best friends.
She keeps telling me?that I am very special to her.
We are not exactly straight-laced?(neither of us),?but we know what we are doing and?we are both consenting adults and?that's really all that needs to be said.
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In the past I have been?betrayed by people,?workmates,?who I once trusted -
all in the name of?playing a practical joke,?to humiliate and?embarrass me about my private life.
I don't like what they did to me,?but I don't despise them for it either.?(I don't have the time or?energy to hate people).
I think that their actions only go?to prove just how shallow?they really are.
I don't work with these?people any more?(because they have moved on to other jobs).
Pokies
Here I am again?in the club.
Came for lunch,?stayed for a beer,?and to play?the one-armed bandits.
The victory jingles?of many machines?are deafening,?but they are not?playing for me.
So many times,?one off that?big prize.
Better to stop now?than later.
Therefore
That is a poem?it is a lyric verse?all lyric verses are poetry,?therefore all poetry is lyric verse.
That is green?it is a blade of grass?all grass is green,?therefore all things green are grass.
Bill of Rights Cut-up (last 3)
establishment of religion,?freedom of speech,?peaceably to assemble,?redress of grievances.
a free State,?not be infringed.
in any house,?time of war,?prescribed by law.
persons, houses, papers,?not be violated,?supported by oath?to be searched,?to be seized.
otherwise infamous crime,?in cases arising?in actual service?be subject for?life or limb;?witness against himself,?process of law;?without just compensation.
right to a?State and district?district shall have?of the nature?witnesses against him;?in his favor,?for his defense.
controversy shall exceed?shall be preserved,?in any court?the common law.
excessive fines imposed,?unusual punishments inflicted.
of certain rights,?by the people.
by the Constitution,?the States respectively,?to the people.
Forked!
Thoust spake lies.?Lies, lies and more damn lies.
Thoust tongue is forked.
Just `orrible
This is an `oribble poem?about `orrible Ed & `orrible Sid.
Now `orrible Ed?had an `orrible `ead,?but `orrible Sid?had an `orrible kid.?And that's enough?of this `orrible poem!
What is love ? #1
Love is:?walking through the park?holding hands,?kissing,?cuddling,?hugging,?great sex.
No that's just a fantasy.?But it's a great fantasy?of mine,?and one that doesn't?impose any stereotypes on anyone.
So I'll hang onto it.
We would like to suggest that you try reading this poem backwards, line by line.
What is love ? #2
"Love is a many splendid thing."?that's what someone said,?but don't ask me who.
Love is different things?for different people,
but for me,?love is about?being there?for someone special,?and about them?being there for me too.
I love my Mum & Dad,?and yes, my brother too,?and all his family,?and all my other relatives,
all my close friends,?and the other ones too,?who I only see now and then,
I love Annie on 2XX,?who I've never even met,?who just talks away?to me on the radio,?happy as can be,?brightening up my morning.
I love:?rock stars,?pop stars,?movie stars,?and lots of people?who I will never even know,?except through their publicity machines,
yet if you asked me,?I'd say,?" Sure, I love:?Shania,?Alanis,?Pamela,?and Kim Hope too"
and so many more,?whose names escape me,?leaving me with?only fleeting images,?from movies, TV, and magazines.
I love happy people,?and struggling souls,?and down-and-outs,?and just about everyone!
I love beautiful people,?and the rest too,?because beauty isn't about?size or shape,?it's about what's inside,?and what you think and do.
But I don't have?someone special in my life.?A lover,?to love,?and be loved by,?passionately,?sexually,?sensually!
so instead I dream on,?just loving life itself.
And yes, I go on loving?those girls?from bordellos too,?just occasionally.
Hey, I'm only human,?and I need loving too.?Or is that just sex & lust ?
I need loving,
I need love,
I love loving,
but don't ask me?what love is.
About the Poet
Peter Eric Williams was born on 1st of November, 1961, in Adelaide, South Australia, and grew up in places which include: Adelaide, Berri, Sydney, Oro Bay (Papua), Sydney (again), Canberra, Penang Island (Malaysia); before then returning with his family to Canberra, where he finished primary school, then High School and College, living in Lyneham. He then got a job with the Department of Defence, as a Trainee Draftsman, just before turning 20, where he continues to work to date (currently 1999), as a Technical Officer.
He has only recently taken up writing poetry. When he enrolled in a poetry workshop last year, with the