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Originally Posted by
RealEstateGuy
Braddah, I just try to give good advice to improve SG society. Re-read and read between the lines. Braddah, I just saw you as bitter. Braddah, cool off and re-read.
Oh I see, improving SG society… My standard of English is too lousy. I failed to be able to take a 2nd reading even as I tried to read between the lines. Perhaps others can see what you meant. Anyway, I understand this thread may not be likeable to all. If you will like to participate with a poem to improve SG society, please feel free to post here.
I started off the thread against ladies whom I feel are cock-teasers. These ladies ask guys to apply to be their FB in their first post. Often, the requirement to be their FB are pretty high too. Some girls are quite arrogant too. These ladies seldom participate or contribute to the forum in other sections. I have since toned down a lot, if it’s obvious. A lot of mean poems actually have a cautionary hope that these new ladies be more careful in the forum. I write until quite scary because I do hope some of these ladies will be scared and take a pause to try to be careful.
Some of the ladies who posted in my thread may have threads seeking FBs before. I think I’ve been decently nice towards them. I don’t recall ever making any personal attacks or making them feel unwelcomed here. Even though I really dislike your comments in this forum, I will do my best to be cordial to you. Please feel free to post anything here, even if it is to call me a rapist. Will always welcome suggestions on how I can improve as a TS too.
In the meantime, I just want to write out honest poems. Poems on how I feel on certain matters, even if they may sound harsh. As with most things on the internet, read my poems with a pinch of salt. Not everything written by me is 100% true in real life.
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Originally Posted by
RealEstateGuy
Hey braddah why not write a poem about improving SG society for us?
Get real. I’m not here to improve SG society. You are. Why not put your words into action and write? You need a maid to help you? If you don’t like to read what I write, hey… got thousands of other threads for you to go improve here. It will be a big mistake to take kindness as weakness.
Anyway, here are the latest cock-teasers. Just joined, hardly any posts. Wants men to form a queue and shower them with attention. Facebook is a new requirement.
Ask for heaven, ask for sky
All cos they got Chao Chee Bye
20 yo Female, Looking for FB ( pic included)
Invitation to all men
You tell me.
I have nothing against girls looking for FB here. Just feel they should contribute to the forum too. One lady I am rooting for is HiddenAngel. She has a thread too.
Do you? Shall We? Will we?
The difference is HA contributes to the forum. She chats in the chatroom and she is a sensible lady. I think she attends gatherings and she does share her opinions in other threads that are not related to her. I really wish HA all the best.
Just wished to remember an episode of my life with a poem. Those in their mid-30s to early 40s can probably identify with this poem. I used some lyrics from the hit songs of that era for a more ‘authentic feel’. I also wrote about some life experience only people who lived through the period can identify with. This poem is about teenage love. It’s also sexless. Unlike some of the crude poems that I’ve written. Writing this with a very heavy heart…
Regrets of a teenage boy.
Got to know you in sec two
Pretty girls are but those few
You do stand out from the rest
Girly charm which you possess
Pretty Woman walk down street
Basket-ballers stop and greet
You walk past to go to band
You play trumpet, nimble hand
You were noticed by a friend
Help me woo her, she’s godsend
Since you two take same bus home
Be my wingman, be my clone
Before her, you must praise me
Make me sound like so witty
Let her realise I’m her dream
Help me woo her as a team
Journey home, I became pawn
Why I help him, I feel torn
Always praise him, that’s the plan
Make you think that he’s nice man
Tell you many girls like him
Way I praise him like sing hymm
You asked why I praise him much
I tell you the truth is such
Double decker no air con
Windows open, sun quite strong
When the wind blow, your hair flows
When the sun shines, your face glows
Girly laughter fills the air
Charming smile and gorgeous hair
We share earphone, hear some song
Hum and reach home before long
Last time take bus got ticket
Fate play a joke that’s wicked
She used ticket fold a heart
Give me heart say friends don’t part
Keep it nicely if you can
Wish we are forever friend
I kept that heart in my bag
Receive a heart yet feel sad
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Fill the stars right in a jar
Give it to the girl you like
Tell her that you fold all night
She might receive with a blush
Thank you so much, why so rush?
One night you fold never sleep
That’s a sign your love runs deep
Here’s the truth on Jar of Star
Jar is romance? Truth quite far
One Jar of Star cost twenty
Buy from shop in Clementi
Stars can each come with your name
Most guys order with no shame
Guys just learn to fold a few
Make Stars seem like folded new
Poem to woo you I write
Poem kept him in spotlight
He writes poem? That’s so cool
Why I help him? Such a fool
Girls now think he Mr Right
Who knows poem is I write
Those words express my feeling
Those words do have real meaning
Poem I use to woo you
Help a lost child with no clue
Love is sacred, not a quest
Love is to give, not possess
Of the love I have inside
Confess to you is not right
Issue cos friend first say ‘Chope’
As good friend, I give up hope
You ask if his love is real
He said you give special feel
He asked you to be girl friend
You said better remain friend
He chase you the whole world know
Malu for him, You say no
You reply he be brother
Like that reject much better?
Like that I feel not so sad
Find a sister. Hey, not bad
Can you help me go chase Jill?
She is special, we got feel
What the fuck is wrong with you??
Just end this chase, start anew
So the poem not sincere?
How come feeling write so clear
Poem not I write one lah
Classmate help me chase you mah
Whose words are those that you sent
It is that guy called 2 cent
He may love you, maybe no
Now we sibling truth you know
Next time see him you should ask
If he loves you, that’s your task
Over next week, you seemed shy
Your words are all just hi-bye
You come find me and sit down
I am happy, like a clown
Poem that you write for me
I read really quite happy
I am glad that someone knew
Real me inside, seen by few
Brother said that you love me
I was so shocked, said ‘Really…?’
His words hit me out of blue
If you love me, give me clue
Since we alone, just we two
Can you tell me if it’s true
‘No lah, nonsense.’ I act cool.
‘Many better girls in school.’
Why I say that? Damn regret
Some more you cried, damn upset
Later some girls call me mean
She loves you, why not come clean
She wish your love is real fact
Why so hard to love her back?
I was fourteen, what to do?
Couple do what? Go to school?
Will have 1 last instalment on this teenage love.
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Originally Posted by
smartke
*speechless*…
simply impressive!
this bro sibeh talented one, mai sng sng
2cents bro, still have?
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Originally Posted by
2centsworth
Just wished to remember an episode of my life with a poem. Those in their mid-30s to early 40s can probably identify with this poem. I used some lyrics from the hit songs of that era for a more ‘authentic feel’. I also wrote about some life experience only people who lived through the period can identify with. This poem is about teenage love. It’s also sexless. Unlike some of the crude poems that I’ve written. Writing this with a very heavy heart…
Regrets of a teenage boy.
Got to know you in sec two
Pretty girls are but those few
You do stand out from the rest
Girly charm which you possess
Pretty Woman walk down street
Basket-ballers stop and greet
You walk past to go to band
You play trumpet, nimble hand
You were noticed by a friend
Help me woo her, she’s godsend
Since you two take same bus home
Be my wingman, be my clone
Before her, you must praise me
Make me sound like so witty
Let her realise I’m her dream
Help me woo her as a team
Journey home, I became pawn
Why I help him, I feel torn
Always praise him, that’s the plan
Make you think that he’s nice man
Tell you many girls like him
Way I praise him like sing hymm
You asked why I praise him much
I tell you the truth is such
Double decker no air con
Windows open, sun quite strong
When the wind blow, your hair flows
When the sun shines, your face glows
Girly laughter fills the air
Charming smile and gorgeous hair
We share earphone, hear some song
Hum and reach home before long
Last time take bus got ticket
Fate play a joke that’s wicked
She used ticket fold a heart
Give me heart say friends don’t part
Keep it nicely if you can
Wish we are forever friend
I kept that heart in my bag
Receive a heart yet feel sad
This is splendid !
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Originally Posted by
TheGreatOne
this bro sibeh talented one, mai sng sng
2cents bro, still have?
ya man… very talented! dun pray pray ar…
but i prefer his “Toilet” & “Boss Sammy” poem.
it’s really ‘classic’.
Thanks for your kind words. I wrote this poem to remember what happened on 24th Dec 1991. That’s why I was slowly releasing parts of the poem. I want to post the final portion only today.
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Originally Posted by
TheGreatOne
2cents bro, still have?
Unfortuately yes, please read on.
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Originally Posted by
Ichigo_Kurosaki
This is splendid !
It’s splendid only because we lived through a similar period in time. Those were the days my friend, we thought they never end…
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Originally Posted by
smartke
but i prefer his “Toilet” & “Boss Sammy” poem.
it’s really ‘classic’.
Thanks for your support.
One day found out you are sick
Sickness made you thin like stick
Hair fell out you shave them all
Treatment made you prone for fall
You come to school wear a wig
Walk with feet that’s twice as big
You walk around with a mask
Struggle with those normal task
Twenty years from this sad day
I cried when you pass away
Feelings in me never share
Regret you don’t know I care
I wish I can turn back time
Compete for you not a crime
Hey, I really did love you
It’s a fact I wish you knew
Time just seem to fly right by
Close my eyes, I see you cry
Close again, I see you smile
You lived in me all these while
Last time meet you go out play
Now to meet you, need to pray
Future may meet, who can tell?
You in Heaven, I in Hell?
Since you left, days been hazy
Hey, I miss you like crazy
Ever since you went away
Every hour, Every day
Like the roses need the rain
I’m a poet with his pain
I wish you are here with me
What can I do, my lady?
Your loss really made me cry
How I wish you didn’t die
Who knows if you’ll love me back
I just feel we did connect
I miss you but what to do.
Our story no part two
Miss you twenty years, you know
With this poem, let you go
I MISS YOU, I REALLY DO. I HOPE YOU CAN SEE THIS FROM WHEREVER YOU ARE NOW.
I wrote a few endings for this poem but can’t decide how to end it. Here are the various versions expresssing the same raw emotions. Lifted lyrics from Natalie Cole’s ‘Miss you like Crazy’ and Bon Jovi’s ‘In these arms’ for some early 90s feel.