The Treadmills of My Mind
By Turlough
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Sing a song of two and a half new pee
As we mourn the decline of the bumble bee
And the sewage floating in the sea
Taints the daisy taste of your chamomile tea
Sergeant Pepper and Colonel Mustard
Are bearing arms; the world’s disgusted
Just blame it on the maladjusted
Not grand old dukes who can’t be trusted
Well I’ve been losing my mind, crying all night in bed
Whenever I dream it’s of banks and bloodshed
Those seventy-two virgins playing games in my head
Dear Agatha saw this; it’s murder she said
Stuffed shirts in a palace have the whole world controlled
Misshapen young bodies on the streets die of cold
I’m careering through time behind a silken blindfold
Why’s Jeanne Jugan condemned me to live to be old?
There was an old woman who lived in a boot
They wanted to move her; some awful dispute
A cantankerous obstacle to those who commute
Locked her up in the mental red brick institute
Possession, obsession with horseless carriage
The movie stars' sell us their fantasia marriage
A satanic globule; who can like Nigel Farridge?
In my masterclass you’ll learn to disparage
Parsley, sage, onion and Rosemary Squires
Filthy lucre laundered in gold tumble driers
Fomorians dance reels as humanity expires
Whilst fanning the flames of our funeral pyres
Like a circus going viral
Like a seal with sex appeal
Always twisting and contorting
Despite the weariness I feel
As the nightmares all rewind
Hallucinations that I find
In the treadmills of my mind
Image:
Every image my own work.
The Gdańsk Eye.
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Has Farage changed his
Has Farage changed his surname since appearing in the Jungle? He'll do anything to avoid the misdeeds of his past.
A weird and wonderful poem. A randomness that seems to work. You put your insomnia to good use, Turlough.
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Hi Turlough,
Hi Turlough,
it sounds like you need a touch of deep breathing and transcendental meditation in your life. Yet you've created an amazing poem here, it made me think of Alice In Wonderland with all the characters...I could just imagine you falling through a worm hole with many figures flashing before your eyes.
I know you probably think I'm strange with my thoughts on your poem, but this is honestly what I took from it. I also liked the flow, very inspiring.
Jenny.
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Genius title, even for you! I
Genius title, even for you! I wish I had some advice, but I am not good at sleeping, either. Have you tried reading gardening books before bed time?
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you sound like you might have
you sound like you might have some cat genes :0)
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Am feeding a feral cat here,
Am feeding a feral cat here, he will come into the kitchen to eat, nervously, but runs away afterwards. How do persuade your cats to stay? Do they let you stroke them? Do the longer term residents beat up the new ones?
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Just found this Terry...for
Just found this Terry...for me one of your best. Just read it twice. 2 am is a good time to write when the brain is wired more creatively than during the day.
Way back when, I used to do my best artwork in the wee small hours xx
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Know the story
Know the story just too well so does Bob Dylan and Mr Tambourine man.
Cheers, good night! & Nolan
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keep thinking of that song
keep thinking of that song windmills of our mind.
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