A silly ranty poem…
I hate it when you’re late
I loathe your clothes
(I detest that vest)
I abhor you for
That girl-next-door
Niceness.
It pisses me when you kisses me
Despite my animosity
Not making you cross at me.
How can my integral animus
Not cause you to make a fuss
When I swear and cuss
At what’s become of us?
It fills me with repugnance
When you say, with me, you want to dance
And despite my ingrained odium
You put me on a podium
And say that for all my revulsion
I’ll still find absolution
If only I’d learn to stop the rhyme
And see that we can be sublime
If we both take the time
To stop the hate
For it’s not too late.
To love.
Nah, bollocks.
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About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
TanGental 
Reblogged this on About the Jez of It and commented:
Absolutely love this ranty poem
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“It pisses me when you kisses me”. LOL.
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Someone is desperate to find a rhyme!!
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This is an absolute hissy fit of a poem! It’s missing only a foot stomp, but still a veritable string section of plucked nerves..
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Hissy fit. Yes, that’s true. The poet is so p***** that he’s being treated so well. What does he have to do to be misunderstood
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You old softy, you.
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I know. Easily swayed..
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I truly, truly get this!
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It’s odd in that it started out as a comic piece and became quite serious. Didn’t see it coming.
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That’s the trouble profundity just creeps up on you ! 💜
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And covers you in all sorts!!
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Yes indeed it does 🙂
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Reblogged this on willowdot21 and commented:
Words that sting from Geoff!
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This is a very intriguing rant, Geoff. PS I loved the poems you sent to me. Your poetry is so interesting and provocative.
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I sometimes wish i could grasp that wispy elusive muse more often. Poetry is d***** hard!!
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