Pete Crompton

I felt this may benefit from an audio, so I attempted to read it. I have to say I found it a challange.

I held your hand in times of pain
We fought together with me the feathered mane
And you the painted lips and beauty
Every male craned
In every room
Attention waned
and the boys all swooned
And eyes became upon you
And so it became
In a sitting game of courtship
I came to learn your every favour...

heres a little light entertainment:
A performance poem.
I have taken some lines from my other performance poems to make a little vinette or vinagarette n salad
most of all I like to have fun, thats much more important
and I was never the academic
audio file attached

People talking in cinemas,
and when you read poetry
Mobile phones on trains,
especially in the quiet carriage.
Pieces of derange...

Thought it was time,
I told you what I really feel.
So I verbally kicked you,
And you keeled over.
But like all cassanovas upright and sober
You are my strongest vessel,
So on all fours I begged a clover
Of emotion from you.
So rare.
But nothing.,
No impact, made no difference
Your armour suited,
Intact.
Your anvil broke my back
You swine.
Love and hate on both hands
Love and hate at...

The Farmer and The carrion bird
Pecking,
Here hops the carrion bird
This field of ice,
his killing ground.
Greenery capped,
By mid winter.
A Hard ground hacked
By blunted beak
He, the natural persistent
When prey is frozen
And in this moment
bleak
I see him
For the first time, close up
Seems hunger tempers the timid
Makes a furtive eye
The livid rage of frustration
Pecking
I hold a palmed han...

This age thing,
This advancement thing
We Learn so much,
Live so fast,
slowly fall apart.
Bits fall off,
Limbs jam up,
time takes a cut at nerves,
Already tired.
The hair greys
And the skin pays,
The price of elasticity.
Tumours crawl,
Like lost commuters.
Cells look for homes
In liver and lung
As another year,
Is another rung,
Dare I say down?
Heres me
Wishing the body would last
Or be eternally...