I’m sure I never said that to him,Even if he does smell like biscuits and tuna.I would never, I mean never ever,Tell him about his froggy eyes,How they bulge out of his headHonestly, neverOr how he walks like a malnourished snail.You know, one without slime,Very slow, a low smelly froggy eyed manBut I never ever…
Category: Poetry
Poetry
Granny’s Sideboard
Pristine Knick Knacks lined shelves of glassDisplayed for all to silently see,Worshipping moulded humdrum chintzReverence held reverently.Doors to sideboard always closedTo protect the objects from invading dust.A barrier against the outside world,One locked with Granny’s whispered curse.Glasses, thimbles, sparkling spoonsPiles of treasured tokens brightA dragon’s hoard on a doily nestA trove of glittering shite.
England Supporter (euro 2020)
Drink and drink some more, Bare those cheeks to the sky, They said, “you’ve got flair”, But misspelled as you tried, To circumvent those tricky trousers Pulling them to the floor Sticking a flare up your poop hole For the internet to adore Oh, England you’re so very proud, To have this chap do such…
Pantoum Pantoum
Pantoum, Pantoum! You tricky sort,A poem with rhymes in a roundPlayful, joyful, the words cavort,Highly structured resounds. The thesaurus Is a boonA poem that rhymes in a roundTo help make sense, all too soonHighly structured resounds. Don’t worry to much about the beats,A thesaurus is a boon,Just use fingers, it’s not a cheatTo help make…
Death of Childhood
Acidic thoughts lie deep within Burning, aching, darkly lying Into sulphurous, snarling sin The childlike self slowly dying Burning, aching, darkly lying Adulthood approaches in heated waves The childlike self slowly dying No one left to care or save Adulthood approaches in heated waves A roaring, ravaging, rotting mass No one left to care or…
Conquering Writers Block
The nib spat words onto empty page, Filling the decrepit void with spiderlike suffering. Brow tensed and sweat shone Forehead deep, ruffled thought laden Lines chiselled to withhold the torrent A river of imagined worlds washed against Ebbing and flowing its tidal charms Crash through the cranium and over the blank white Held back by…
Bloody Nature
Trees, clouds, bloody nature Just beauty is all you see The world ready to be instilled on paper To be observed readily. Not just the fond wondering landscape Picture postcard treat from your mind But anything where people could relate, Not just the sweetness refined. The horrors of war, or fleeting love, More subjects to…
Bloody Brexit
Bloody Brexit, you awful thing Another week, another din Erecting borders for your sins A dark foreboding shill. A dastardly lie, that you pose Another propaganda dose Something which a few people chose Bound in simpering thrills. Xenophobic, overtly so With racial hatred all a go Another week for the Brexit show Enshrined along the…
Blinded
You’ve raised discourse to heights of pomposity Discussions discussed peppered with animosity. More targets painted on the immigrants’ backs Small boats, a tidal wave, you given to hacks, Who repeat these lies and your grandiose schemes Inflating hate whilst you preen, Another dead cat story that you fling Hiding the attacks on society to which…
Autumn
Gurgling, shushing, splashing, gushing, Water racing often outpacing Walkers rambling by the bank Cagouled against the zephyr bracing. Epitome of Autumnal meander Leaves falling creating dander For creatures in need of slumber Hibernating snores laced with thunder. OH, happy Autumn, don’t recant, The beauty in each golden day Crisp, burnished, benevolent To herald us on…