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Audience Niplets Poem, Nov 14th
Nov 15, 2008
Dandie Dinmonts in Danger
Nov 14, 2008
The Hunger Beast
Nov 13, 2008
Remembrance, a poem by Trevor Carter
Nov 11, 2008
The Slippery Rainbow Fish
Nov 07, 2008
 
Audience Niplets Poem, Nov 14th
Published on: Nov 15, 2008 by Matt Harvey
Last updated on: Nov 16, 2008
Keywords: AF Harrold, niplets, nipples, Robert Herrick, titbit
Categories: Blogs, Poems

The Wondermentalist Cabaret last night at the Royal Seven Stars Totnes was a delight, though I say it as hosted it. HIghlights wil shortly be appearing on Traydio to prove it. I particularly urge you to listen to the Dead Poets' Slam, where Tessa Gleeson's anonymous Navajo was narrowly pipped by AF Harrold's selection from Robert Herrick, 17th century vicar of Dean Prior. Mr Harrold chose work from the smuttier end of his considerable range, and the audience's choice of theme for the collaborative poem - a niplet - was directly influenced by the last Herrick verse.

The poem was put together on the night by our own Liv Torc, whose performance last night I also urge you to listen to on Traydio, especially if you've read her Hunger Beast post.

Anyway, back to the niplet poem...

nibbling niplet, naughty nice niplet nibble

Both majestic and crestfallen in equal measures

The nectar of life flows from you

and with lipstick a scarlet starlet

you draw me like Michelangelo's ...pen ...cil

How small you are, without your bra

Pink and perfect

It glows like an ember in a hot blancmange

Like diamonds pulling your soft flesh to its sweetest point

natty nickel niblet shining like a giblet straight out of a chicken

niplet, tit bit - better nip it in the bud - nitwit!

I was born to be a triplet

nippy niplets, nipping their way through my top, naughty niplets

Hand cupped to catch the drip drip dripping - I had to drink it - didn't want to make a mess in an M & S changing room

Seven Stars with Shakespeare sonnet, Later to sleep in a pillow of vomit, and niplets

little yellow treats from the Green Giantess

Most prominent of pink parts, pleasing little point

Where the bee sucks there suck I

Nothing can be quite so glorious

I'd rather suck a niplet than a twiglet!

considering its male cousin is useless at best

my niplets don't like scratchy vests

shyly peeping, pretend sleeping, boom or bust

I jumped in the water, I caused quite a riplet, it wasn't my flat feet, it was my niplet

Nip - Nap - Nop - lets - lads- lots - Niplets

my girl's nipples look like dustbin lids

The beautiful bond, the closeness due to end

Niplets more and more and more

Oh let me nip

A non take away tit bit

Niplets - are they pointless?

A small point, nicely made

(Hmmm, maybe you had to be there)


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The Hunger Beast
Published on: Nov 13, 2008 by Liv Torc
Last updated on: Nov 14, 2008
Keywords: ass, food, hunger, Liv Torc, monster, shame
Categories: Blogs, Poems
After a week of brown rice and steamed vegetables, I cracked and I ate three pieces of cake this afternoon and numerous biscuits and felt rubbish (but not satisfied). So in an attempt to take my mind off the food/shame cycle I decided to do something I have never done - and I wrote a poem about it...

The Hunger Beast

The hunger beast is here
And I don’t stand a chance
It lives between my solar plexus
And my gut
It is a saturated fat slut
Intent on sizing up my butt

I have attacked it mercilessly
With every kind of new age charm
And although I can slow it down
It’s impossible to disarm
It’s a weapon of mass digestion
A conscientious objector of hypno-suggestion
It consumes without reflection
And it won’t fit in my genes.

So intent to get its carbo-fix
So dependent on those sugar highs
It undermines the endless hours
I’ve spent toning bum, tum and thighs
And when it counts my weight-watchers points
There’s a bakers dozen in its lies.

Me and it – it and me
Twisting madly into enormity
With points, plans, positions
Dietary requisitions
Detox, kick box
360º naked mirror shocks
Fat club group hugs
Enforced diarrhoea stomach bugs

Nothing stops the monster
Not even good self esteem
And the more I’m forced to feed it
The more it shouts and waves
And although I’ve stuffed it like a turkey
Its thirst for innards is depraved.

But it’s not loneliness or emptiness
That keeps hunger clawing at my door
There is a real life monster in me
Gnawing at my core
It’s unstoppable and dangerous
And perilous to ignore
 
It’s gone way beyond what I look like
It’s moved far beyond how I feel
I’m a yo-yo dieter with initiative fatigue
Pounding my fists on the exercise wheel
Surely there must be more to life
Than battling with a monster at every meal?

And after all these years of fighting
There is only one thing I am sure
That monster would rip a mouth in my ass
If I wired shut my jaw.

Liv Torc (c) x

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Remembrance, a poem by Trevor Carter
Published on: Nov 11, 2008 by Matt Harvey
Last updated on: Nov 11, 2008
Keywords: echo, guns, peace, poppy, Remembrance, remembrance sunday
Categories: Blogs, Poems

'Hi Matt,' said the e-mail, 'Thought I'd send you something to mark the day:' and then this poem. Enough said.

 

REMEMBRANCE

 

The guns will echo forever.

It’s ninety years now, to the day;

They silenced the deadly endeavour,

And called an end to the fray.

 

The guns will echo forever.

The free world can never forget

The scale of the deadly endeavour.

The peace will never quite set.

 

For the guns will echo forever

In the history we live to pass on

About that bloody endeavour.

The memory will never be gone.

 

The guns will echo forever.

The white sentinels stand in the grass.

Time’s passages can never sever,

Or let remembrance pass.

 

11th November 2008

  

Trevor Carter (The Bard of Windmill Hill)


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