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And if I could whisper to you my intent it would be relief
The way
a song gently moves through your soul,
like the flow of red wine and a beautiful, long stemmed red rose,
a passion
never felt until this fire.
But intent laid beside despair, destruction and the
demise of hope that once danced
across your heart,
the loss of desire; sins unfold and naked on your knees
a simple prayer mumbled before forgiveness.
Siamese whiskers (almost belonging to twins)
planting
affection
on special sleek night.
Frisky dreams stroke
playful tiger tails.
The perfect stripe,
crazy as sleep,
stalks
graceful feline trick.
Hear the hiss and padding
of tiny mice feet as
curious companion plays
safe on
warm pillow.
There's a little orange mop
who stands
behind my door
and silently sings for me
with dangly wet strings
it dances with watery dreams
into the space between
freshly
squeezed orange juice
and honey comb sleep
There once lived a dog
who
loved a little shoe
the shoe was yellow
with shabby white laces
It belonged to the girl
in the pretty
blue dress
and the long curly hair
who sat by the pond
and smiled and sang
to the gaggle of geese
while
little frogs jumped
to the tune of her song
in the warm afternoon sun
created at 2.49 am and 9:49
pm with mercury dipping into the moon by me and you
Make me a cup of tea,
dear
Quintessential conformity lies on the neatly set table
With equally distasteful furnishings in the background
Another
few moments and you will be once more settled
In front of the tragically accepted box that holds the key to the nights
entertainment.
Add faded brown slippers and a pipe, dress me in a purple housecoat with 2.4 cats, a small yappy Yorkshire
terrier and serve tea on a delicately balanced tray
Ponder the possibilities of Monday evenings guide to work, life
and love
With the occasional dash of terror, the latest political scandal and highlighted soccer scores while your mistress
shuffles around you catering to your every need
Shall I fluff your pillow? Bring you a beer? Keep the cats away from
your diligent fingers pressing buttons on the remote? Is that too much for you? Ill get up. Dont you worry about a thing.
Channel 4, you say? Would you like me to make that call for you too?
Make me a cup of tea, dear
these barely
coherent words fall on reluctant ears so used to the mumbles that you believe are the foundation for a healthy marriage
Ill
give you all the tea in China, Donald. Would you like to choke on it?
Oh dear, Donald. You really should have remembered
to put the rat poison in the garage. That grey pallour suits you so well.
Now, a swift dram for me before beginning
the gardening
3 letter words
You ask for aid
but can
you try
and see why
you are too bad?
One day you may.
The sun can
fly too, you see
Our red sea
has
run dry.
Are you sad?
Can you cry now?
Ideas
If this swift notion
had settled uopn
your
salty palm
It would have been
injested
as the sweet taste
of rain
that is barely palatable
Once I walked along the street,
heard
a pitter patter of feet
I glanced to my right
and saw quite a sight
it was indeed a rat
kissing a big black cat
oh fluff
are you near
can
I
stab you with my spear?
dear fluff
you look so sweet
almost
good enough to eat
4 letter words
That fawn made them move from this safe cave
They flew
with wing-like arms
They felt aqua moon fold
into them with such warm gaze
Bats made tiny pats with dark feet
Eyes
open from glee
they trod amid fern beds
Soon they were over star-hung home
In your arms
Could I just lie in your arms tonight?
Remember
how it is to be here
while your claws cease to softly pierce my skin
your rough tongue fails to lick wet cheeks
just
once
when I don't have to play
at being your virgin flesh
to be torn in the dark.
I'm tired.
and a gentle breeze swallows my breath
I'll lie still and quiet
and you'll be oblivious
that
tonight I won't drown
I love you
Illusion
Lonliness
Over
Violent
End?
Yes.
Only
Understood
Untasted
Overt
Yearning.
Every
Virginal
Offspring
Living
Inside.
Clandestine Corpse
sweet approach to
swamped
endeavours
desire formed by truth
of god?
faint innocence shines
with neglect
claimed by it's every
spoken
word
Irrespective of illicit
bonds
bones consumed by claims
of cordiality
stolen faith
impotent with
conceived
senility
life folds into
fallen grace
Spoons for the R
sparkling silver
in iridescant sunlight
I can see it
can't
quite touch it
it sits...gleaming, taunting
my aching fingers
a quiver? me...or it?
it seems to look right through
me
with shining eyes
a clatter!
I catch a glimpse...
it runs!...away with...
my taste buds
Saucy
Petulant
Oval
Ornery
Needy
Spoons
I hated it but you
like it
Do you recall the smell
of wet
grass underneath our fingertips?
A bond of frozen imperfection
luring us closer,
Closer to the forlorn
shadow
of a parachute
The curse that stroked my hair
was manifested in you.
Security
Do you remember those
nights
we spent
listening to the wind
call our names?
When each creak of the
stairs would set our
hearts racing
When
each stroke
of the clock
brought us closer
to dawn.
Unsleeping, unable to move
just you and I
until dawn
broke
and once again
I could see your face
and loosen my grip
on your soft, warm body
and as I fell into slumber
you,
poor bear,
would fall to the floor
"How many times will the spade run around that hat?"
the snail pondered
as it crawled into a village teacup.
The pen said,"Boo!", the rock beeped
on the 4th minute
and
the shoelace found itself
in a laughing carrot.
"Vroom!" yelped the elephant hoof
and scurried away to it's paper
tunnel.
Game Show
Sounds of laughter and clapping echo
Bright lights,
video tape, microphones
the man with the fake tan.
Questions, questions
listen, hit the buzzer,answer
wait for the audience to settle down
you're in the lead! 100 points!
laugh,smile,tell
anecdotes,hit the buzzer,
answer the question,watch the time,
hit the buzzer
The star prize is yours!
You won!
Cry
in disbelief
allow yourself to be led to the front
by the man with the fake tan.
Smile,laugh,listen as he announces
the
winner of the insanity game.
Go directly
to hospital.
Do not pass GO.
Do not collect
$200.
Can we play again?
Trapped in a lattice
of blood stained mirrors
delicate
reflections
seeking refuge
as dreams disintegrate
falling
silently.
Reticent tears
play with shadows
of
endless moonlight
halting only at the touch
of the phantom soul.
Amongst the leaves
shone the shards
of
a window
stained not with paint
but with the colours of
guilt,fear,anger
and ignominy
Waste Disposal
like the slice of lemon
in a glass of diet coke
the pickle in
a hamburger
the crust left by a child
she was left on the plate
waiting for someone to
clear her away
Her frustrated pupils
bored into his back
as she waited despairingly for an answer.
Diplomatic? She laughed.
There
seemed to be
a sonic barrier.
Was he not hearing her?
She fell further into
into a slouch.
What was he not
comprehending?
Longingly she searched for recognition,
a flicker of life to carress both their souls...
A POEM,YOU SAY?
and the barrel cane danced
itself
into a midnight drum
a swift breeze
ate two golden leaves
the evergreens had no desire
to pine for
the blue
and only the rabbit could hear the cloud
sing a flurry of moon
This was an assignment from last year - mini saga- 50 words exactly
Off the Kerb
She stopped dead in her tracks
not knowing which way to turn
There was a rush of noise
lights everywhere
Should she run from her fear
or embrace the danger?
Instinct took over
Head spinning,
she took the first step
Within seconds it was over
She'd reached the other side.
P.Cil
who would have thought
that a pencil
could be so
loud
A yellow pencil
no less
It cries out for
paper
It wants to
make a face
appear as if by
magic
All it does
for me is
scrape the page
and send shivers
down my
spine.
Not pangular nocturnes
"who ate my sock?" asked the green tea
"noone" replied the 6th left cloud
The sock crouched in the corner
and waited for the worms to bring their luggage
whilst thri sang on their wings
The kettle peeked out of the window
and saw a little box
dancing in the rafters
with a gnome on it's feet
Rainbows drove jeeps
Coyotes crocheted tomatos
"splendid" shouted the piano shaped frog
"Go away, Ursula" screamed its elbow
and all the while
the spoon was running away with
the fish bowl.
You
And night after night
I wait
I
wait for you
It's you that keeps me breathing
The only one who
catches me
Do you hear my silent screams
echoing
in my head like
bats in a cave
Alone and broken
solitude guides
I've been their toy
used,abused,discarded
Years
of games
remain
trapped
roll the dice once more
why not?
leave me to rust
out in the rain
And you,
for
you I wait
For you I stop
short of climbing those stairs
And yet,
you are a fantasy.
But I breathe.
And
I wait.
This is what happens on a deathly dull Monday afternoon when you decide to hold an msn poetry corner...
Rrrriiiiing!
Tree
Pillow
Innocence?
Pig
Not in that order but you'll work it out I'm sure...
oh little phone
please stop ringing
only earache
are
you bringing
Mother, do you have talk
so loud?
we're not in a crowd
You ring at night
often give my nostril
quite
a fright.
I don't like you
It's over
we are through
I sit and look
at you
with your arms dangling
over me.
I listen to your
whispers as you
sway in the
breeze.
Oh, little tree
please fall down
and
kill
me
Soft,warm
gently forming
a
place for
my
tired
head.
Safe in it's
stripey case
waiting patiently
every night
for
me.
Will you
be
my
pillow?
Pig pig pig
small pink pig
tasty juicy pig
succulent baby pig
pig pig pig
Short skirt
makeup on
bracelets jangling
lips pouting
Just pretending
or maybe not
wants to grow up
to be more
than a teenager
Feels the stare
feels the swipe
as her daddy
yells "slut"
and tears
her childhood
apart.
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