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Humidity is warm
the needles stiff sharp arm
points its per cent
"Your wit is a work"
Shall I fetch tea?
do be a dear..........
How tainted are they?
Off-white, worn, dry, surrounding,
Were these four ever to speak,
They'd utter grievances of a torn soul,
Scattered, humbled, then made anew
If pillows could but breathe sweet whispers,
Velvet shudders chiming,
Throughout the doldrums of crystal clear psyche,
Selflessly praying to a God, I fear, sometimes does not hear-but still...
brutal
words
fall
off
the
edge
of your mouth,
the tip of your tongue
still wagging
that's how i feel about my poems,
someone is always saying do this to that.
i say but it's not in this poem to do that.
no one knows better than i when
to borrow a word
and make it into something it's not.
When I am frightened all shall end
before my epic poem is through,
ere I have chance to shape and mend
the tales I want to tell to you;
When I can view the storyline
unwritten in my teeming brain
and know that I shall soon resign
from life and all has been in vain;
And when I fear, you poets of such peerless grace
shall never know my chronicle,
then all my wonder I erase
and ponder the ironical.
metrical metropolis iridescent
the merino's now grazed mercerized
eating sky, breeding sly,
to sing a mezzo contralto
of messiahs born in mews
was Jesus a sliver simian-
you call all Africans apes,
tardy that lambs and silage
all life's still need a ripcord
in the day of deaths evaporation,
stevedore in the wharves offshore
And what can we do when the plumber man comes
hide children hide
your walls won’t protect you now
Tap, tap, tap
Goes the pipe against the wall
Stand tall young one
stand tall
The plumber man does smirk
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
tell mummy that he’s here
thump, thump, thump
goes his footsteps down the hall
too small young one
too small
daddys’ home
and the plumber mans dead
candy coated
lips loaded
crooked teeth
and the barrage
of beats
beneath this
hissing windstorm
and dusty street
full of tinned gilled
rounded amphibian
creepz
Popping Lifesavers
why not chew gum
Cant see your glare
cause its hidden
by the sun In the
flare of the magnificent
set of lifted shades
The tint of your fresh
dyed hair today
He sought glory.....
end of story
A raven wakened me today,
delivered me from moldy bed
liberating me to stray
from considering the dead.
I awakened to a dream,
some poets neglecting rhyme.
Picture boxes sit and scream.
People have no sense of time.
Time proceeds here without ticking,
clock hands sweeping, never ticking,
typist typing without clicking.
My past will return nevermore.
If only this world is mine,
I will paint it in brilliant colours
of hopes and dreams, born in time
to spread the joy of love and kindness.
I will travel to all the lands
where hunger reigns over a nation.
I will slice off its gripping hands
to end its dominion
I will vanquish the flames of war,
send greedy rulers into exile.
The nightmares they've spawned no more,
the peace no longer be defiled