Her eyes dazzle
Like the stars
Her voice is coated in moon light
Her face
Oh, her beautiful face
I can’t begin to explain
My insides turn to mush when I see her
Think about her

I just want to know her
To hear her voice
To see her face
To braid her hair
To talk with her
To love her

Why can’t I write a poem that’s not about her?

Mary had an UGLY babe,
It was a horrid sight;
The obstetrician fainted with a moan
And the midwife died of fright.

When Mary first saw her child
She screamed for two whole hours
And her husband's shocked reaction was
"Please God, don't say it's ours."

Breast-feeding wasn't very nice:
It was a gruesome task;
Mary could only face the job
If the baby wore a mask.

ONE YEAR GONE BY I BURIED” THIS TIME WITH ALL MY HOPES AND LIES IN THIS NEW YEAR IS THE STRENGTH OF TEARS LEFT BEHIND

Advise me.
How can I pay back someone
who broke my heart & left me shattered
after all the dances in the garden of Eden.

Advise me.
How can I join my broken bones with pains, to tell a girl or a lady..
I love her forgetting the past?

After the flower of roses I once planted have withered in the wind that blows in harmattan.

Advise me.
How can I be in love again?

Hand in hand,
there is no greater darkness
than the one that's growing steadily between us.

Hand in hand,
there is no greater darkness
than the one that's growing steadily between you and me.

United scars... the dripping blood
and a body that fears no one but itself!

As above, so we are: So below, as we are!

In the blink of an eye
stars collapse and we are here,
hand in hand and torn apart.
Can’t you hear the countdown?
Can’t you hear the clocks
that are ticking in our hearts?

'Twas a windy night in the haunted wood,
Autumn's dead leaves rustling,
Trees bare and wan, dark and cold;
I feared I was not alone, something pursued me,
Something perhaps inhuman,
Emanating the cloying odour of the tomb,
The foul smell of rotting flesh.
The noisome stench of the undead,
Risen from the grave and seeking...
Seeking what? My very lifeblood?

I'm a stick of cigarette to you,
you light me,
smoke me,
and march me rough with shoe.

I trusted you
and wanted to wed you ,
you drank the palm wine
of a stranger and bed with him

they told me you did but I was
Thomas,
I never knew you were Judas.

(1)
A Polack whose arse was quite spotty
Found a boil had formed up his botty;
So he took his sore crack
To a fat Warsaw quack
Who lanced it for two thousand zloty.

(2)
In a dirty old hut by the Vistula
Lived an old maid, whose name was Miss Tyula
Whilst out for a ramble
She sat on a bramble
Which punctured her ripe anal fistula.

40 swans
with outstretched wings
all feather and muscle

40 ashtrays
full of the soot
of waste's sadness

40 mountains
the same distance
up as down

40 shoelaces
snaked through
my walking shoes

40 blackbirds
with eyes unblinking
as the night

40 fingers
plucking guitar strings
of gold

40 coats
shielding against
the bitter cold

40 alphabets
for all the language
inside

my forty year old self