topical jane Austen Poem

Topical Uri Geller Poem

he wil be in heaven with Micheal jackson soon. 

firewoks

hello, i thought id blogged this poem of old a  long time ago but i cant find it? it must have fizzled aways and dispapeared off my blog. TYPICALK! 

anyway seeing as its bonfore Night I thought i would share it for your amusemnt after youve had too many sausages and baked potatos, and too much beer and your contemplating life while look into the embers of what would have been a Catholic man who was burned to death 

after he'd been stretched to a height of 9 
foot tall on a rack in the Towel of London.

[modern day guy forks]


via GIPHY
BASTARDS - WHO DOES THAST!

fireworks

like cocks filled with gunpower

ejaculating into darkness
to the sound of gasps in their thrawl

with their sparkle stardust

 fizz jism schism

bang! pop! wheeeee!

then they fall back 

grounded to mother earth

like a lover's limp member

there casing found soggy

in the grass the day after

their journey ending 

in the vacuum nothingness

of the empty back wall 

of the universe of space
via GIPHY

like the Chinese thwarted sperm

in a population limitation programme

ironic huh? 

Didn't the Chinese invent fireworks

and, like Moby said,

we are all made of stars

and we end up in the gutter

or dying of syphhilis in Reading gaol.

Oh, the futility of life's flash,via GIPHY

all our deaths are premature

like a firework wank

life is pointless, 

but we must sparkle, 

like the diaphonous moments

we must light up God's sky

while we can.

via GIPHY
The End.

Copyright Helene Smithee

Halloween POem - AUDIO!!! Ima record star!

i have posted this Halloween masterpeice before but just laetley I have empkloyed a sound engineer so that i can put my importent voice

down to posteritity for future gernerations to listen to and lean from. 

i am have paid Terry the sound engineer £600 a day witch sounds like a lot of mulah if you dont know anything about the arts but you have to pay for quality as you with here when you listen to my latest opic.



TERRY IS A VETERAN OF THE MSUIC SEEN and tells me he been in lots of bands including Hawkwind

and Manchestre band Fall

[fall guy Mark Smith]

aswell as         The Three Dungarees

(IKnow - who knew?!) hes very talented and versatile as you will here whe you listen to my gothic masterpeice, SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO HERE IT IS! 

Halloween 

The melancholy pale maiden, 

bloodless face of moon, translucent 

like a haunted ghost 

is she mestruating; 

does she even exist? 

She cries sad, 

silver, glittery tears 

glimpsing down onto the spooky, dark wood 

atmospheric, swirling 

mist like gossamer 

envelopes the forrest 

like a hypnotic dancer 

casting her spell 

on mesmerized menfolk 

catches in drops 

in the webs of the deadly 

black widow bitterly waiting 

her lover and prey 

a twig snaps! 

and vampiric bats terrify, 

flitting their tanglous wings 

flapping fear into your silken, fair hair 

a fox, a red gash, dashes out 

hurtling after wide eyed rabbit 

disturbed by the madness 

of mixamotosis 

bounces in the glint 

of his bulging dead eyes 

a clock chimes: 

bong! bong! bong! bong! bong!Bong! 

Bong! Bong! bong! bong! Bong! bong! 

The midnight hour, 

a time for witching, watching 

the cauldron pots of spells cast 

and disinterred corpses that dance 

there dance macabre stealing souls 

with their hard boiled egg zombie eyes 

of those who have only half died 

these evil doers will knock on your door 

steel you away 

and eat out your heart 

this is no trick or treat; no time to be weak 

keep you cricifix near to stave off your fear 

and pray for the asylum of sunlight to come soon. 

while in the distance you hear the blood curdling howl 

of the she wolf, as she is mated with the werewolf possessed and watched by the goat head 

of the lord of all eveil. 

Jesus, please help us. 

The end.

credits

released October 30, 2019 

poet Helene Butterfnut Squash Smithee             

OMG ITS 2019 AND I CANT STOP BLOGGING!!!!