Poeticity - feel the noize...

 Head-Lines... ( 77 poems)

A new section where I propose to compose, my thoughts on anything... be they serious or frivolous, or to write about whatever I fancy.....I will add as and when I'm in the mood, make some transfers from UKCb, or when your requests dry-up!

Your topic requests in 'the script' will still take priority! - So keep them coming!!! 

 

 

 

TheSlogfather - BST, some errs here?

 

Ah, summer days

remembering the ways

that Freddie gets hurt

KP feels curt

England promise but fail

Barmy Army wail

expensive ale

in a plastic pale

dull and flat

like the cricket, at that

we want whites that are cream

a ball that will seam

wickets and runs to be earned

some pace and some turn

too much twenty/20

one tournament is plenty

no more coloured clothing

or ad breaks we're loathing

we want terrestrial tests

ECB, no feathering nests

classic encounters

away from the bean counters

alas, these dreams

will never return to gleam

so with a big sigh

I say cricket, goodbye....?

whatever the weather

never!

 

 

 

 

A POEM...

 

I write poetry for all

but this one is for you

from a deep red heart

to a sad lady so blue... 

there are feelings inside

that cannot be denied

feelings intrinsically shared

emotions compared...

private wishes for elation

hidden depths and sensations

emptiness needing filling

soulful and willing...

awaiting the day

that I hear you say

yes...

 

 

 

 

FEELINGS...

 

A propensity of feelings

the intensity leaves me reeling

my mind all a-scramble

every word all a ramble

yet the clarity is true

all I want is you...

 

and tho' time is no bar

and the distance is far

I will wait for you...  

 

there is closeness in our hearts

and that is just the start

of something special and new...

 

sensitivity in every word I write

yet shouting to be heard day and night

but knowing is the knowing...

 

and that purity

removes any insecurity

the future will be glowing...

 

however long it may be

you are the one for me

let's give it a chance to come true...

 

I await your reply

and I cannot deny

my feelings so strong, just for you...

X

 

 

 

MORE CRICKET...

A Maiden Over...

First ball, gently ignored
Second ball, missed, nothing scored
Third ball, a stopped long-hop
Fourth ball, you played over the top
Fifth ball, a tentative feel
Sixth ball, right in front, I appeal!

Howzat?

 

 

 

 MORE CRICKET...

Polishing the cherry...

To make it swing
is the thing
so rub one side
be full of pride
then scuff the other
but keep it covered
if the umpire sees
he'll be warning thee
rub it hard with all your might
leaves red streak on your whites
the cherry gleams proud and hard
try to gain that extra yard
with all that moisture in the air
it'll swing, the batsman'll despair
but make sure you pitch it right
not too far left, or too far right
or else your cherry will be hit
over the boundary, six, that's it
match is lost, by one wicket
a game harsh as life...that's cricket!

 

 

 

 MORE CRICKET...

The Boundary Edge

the sun shines late on a summers day
I sit here entranced as the game doth play
I see a vision in shimmering white
in view of all, to my delight
now the bowler's building up a pace
but my eye is caught by your face
the batsman swings and snicks a catch
I must catch you by the end of the match!

 

 

 

MORE CRICKET...

Through The Covers...

Beads of sweat on your brow
the temperature's hot
It's a good length
ready for a shot
backlift defined, limbs all aligned
timing in place
concentration on your face
thrusting forward in an arc
sweetly connected, field dissected
straight through the covers
over the rope to bounteous applause
much more to come
can you cope with some more?
a flashing blade,a willow wand
magically waved, hands wrapped in a bond
flowing strokes, continue apace
sheer delight upon your face
lift your eyes, awaiting more
then you awake in a sweat
the only covers, are on the floor...

 

 

 

IN REMEMBRANCE OF HILLSBOROUGH 1989


 

 In remembrance...

It was only a game
a celebratory fixture
but the place in the final
became too final...
for 96 lost lives
trampled and crushed
in the rush
to watch just a game...
never again
never walk alone
never can the hurt be attoned
for the families and friends
of those at the Leppings lane end
who never saw just a game
lives ended just the same
who to blame?
too late to bring them back
too late for retribution to impart
too many memories to leave behind
be strong, walk on, you're in our hearts...


(from a Chelsea fan)

 

 

 

THANK YOU!

 

A little thank you

to all on here

from a humble poet

to whom you bring cheer

this site may be small

but is filled with friends

and however it grows

that friendship will never end...

I promise x

 

 

 

ASHES TO ASHES

 

come July...
pitches harden, moisture lost,
swing disappears, at what cost?
red rose providers,
down on their broken knees,
swingless wonders,
reduced by ninety degrees,
broadly speaking,
no fire to surround,
the boundaries short,
hits out of the ground...
swanning around wi' subtle turn,
never enough to regain the urn
compare beef and onions,
and the bulb will sweat,
never faced such power,
as the aussies have yet...
with a set up of twenties,
and fifties a plenty,
no time to tune in,
before the ashes begin...
and as for the batsmen,
well, prospering is in doubt,
no time at the crease,
before poor shots get out...
and even if the aussie attack,
in comparision with the past,
something may definitely lack,
Englands top order,
don't hunt as a pack...
no vision, no commitment,
no obdurance in defence,
lack of sensibility,
when the innings get tense...
keeper unable to catch a cold,
so if I may seem so unbold,
don't hang your hat,
past the first test,
we haven't a hope,
of winning the rest!

 

 

 

MORE CRICKET....!

 

All irrelevant - thanks to ECB,
eyes light up at all that money,
never consistency of on-field success,
never a thought of bland excess,
hence…play some tests in early season,
against third choice team here for financial reason,
who are surprised when
in May, swing and seam
beat a team who didn’t
want to be here then…
except money talks
crowds walk, away
what does this say?
So - then - to the priority…
forget the ashes-let’s play T20!
after a sodden trio of one-days
no one cares-tis’still only May
after all the bit-part bluster
left unready, all a fluster!
And all of a sudden
The Ashes are here…
and unlike (or like)
a group of boy scouts…
left untested, multiple doubts
be prepared? unprepared,
should be totally scared…
arise like the phoenix
from the flame
all-knowing the result
will be the same…
maybe next time?
yours, (exasperated) in rhyme…

 

(TheSlogfather…)

so cash into the ECB bank?

or a schedule that stinks so rank…

be happy losers…..

(nevermind…it’s not on TV, so nobody will know…..)

 

 

 

 

MORE CRICKET.....

 

and now bats with handle extensions and shortened blades…???
the true skills of cricket are about to be slayed!

ICC…..Look Wot You Dun…

Flaying the long handle for six?
Does T20 need any more gimmicks?
short boundaries enhance,
edged swipes with no chance,
another ffx/dfo/wtf ‘maximum’,
as if we’re unable to do t’sums,
now anyone can hit it,
but it’s not real cricket…

a glimpse, a leg glance?
bowlers left all askance
beaten in the flight
better than beaten by might
it’s not baseball, or rounders
crickets soul will flounder
tests will be bested by sloggers
cricket ruined-cashcow floggers
and what will be left
will be bereft
of skill, intrigue and thought
so…what have you bought…..?

 

 

 

MORE CRICKET... (saturday 23 May)

 

Headingley flooded
Irish import unblooded
second match a clash
with IPLs final bash
and not to mention
the overpowering intervention
of the final day
of football premiership on display…
so I must ask
and take those to task
why no second game today?
or the third on holiday monday?

 

 

 

Here's one from last year that I've just re-found.... 

THE SPIRAL STAIRCASE...



I look up, then look down...
from halfway, I must frown,
with the choices in front or behind,
what will I find?
above may be the answer
below may be the question,
a suggestion...?
to point the direction
that life may take
so decide.....
is this ride?
too comfortable or undermining,
thoughts become entwining,
in the confusion
or delusion
or life as I see...
so where do I go?
to show
and grow,
with feelings to share
with love and care,
for someone...
Or it it easier to stay,
just half way
and not to hurt, or seem curt,
and withold in the fashion,
of curtailing the passion
that exists, in the mists
of time...
too long to think
no time to choose
or muse,
that the end cannot be seen,
or has it ever been?
a simple choice to make
for ones own hearts sake
to find the way, to say,
to unfurl this winding way...
and unlock the door,
to see if there's more,
to share, til my dying day.........

 

 

 

CHELSEA!

 

Blue is the colour

Chelsea's cup again

No trophies for scousers

Or gooners just the same!

Lampard the master

Hiddink the mastermind

Drogba the blaster

Anelka so refined

With Terry the heart

And Essien the soul

Cech the master stopper

And not forgetting the Coles

Ashley at left back

And Joe to return next year

And Bosingwa, Malouda, Alex too

Strength on the bench, enough to fear

Ballack, Belletti, Ivanovic, Kalou

Carvalho to return, refreshed, anew

With Roman ready to spend a few

More trophies will come to accrue

Roll on next season, I'm so excited

Be very afraid, Pool, Barca and United.....!

 

 

 

 

A RUBY ANNIVERSARY....for Fran and Chris 

 

As  each year flows by


since the day you both said “I do”…


now Forty years of fond memories


shared by the two of you.

 

the up's and downs of any life

strengthened by a unified religion

and forty years as man and wife

proved to be the right decision

 


from big events and holidays


to simple daily pleasures


some tearful times along life’s way


many joys that can’t be measured… 

 

with family grown and now so proud

and younger ones to cherish too

the silver-lining of any cloud

and love so strong to treasure anew...

 

one by one each year now gone


but still they’re yours forever…


each and every memory


of Forty years together!

 

Happy Ruby Anniversary! X 

 

 

 

FUNFAIR...

Do you carouse on the carousel
or fill up on candyfloss
sweet sugar 'tween your teeth and tongue
messing up your sparkling lip-gloss...

with lights all a flashing
and shouts and screams
from roller-coaster rides
to melting ice-cream
from death rides to candy twist
holding hands to that first kiss
kiss me quick hats and sticks of rock
fumbling in the shadows, doors to unlock
ghost train rides in darkness
twisted mirrors as you dance
cuddly toys and spotty boys
all waiting for the chance
to win you as a token prize...and hope to get 'tween your thighs!


so with laughter and grease covered lips
as you feast on fish 'n' chips
then leaving from the final ride
feeling sick deep from inside
sit on the kerb to gather your thoughts
the lad beside you is not what you thought
and so you head home alone
as the one arm bandits fill and groan
with all the cash you've spent so far
no money left for a cab car
but one day you will come back
you love all the lights, noise and cheap tack!

 

 

 

KITE FLYING...



A gentle breeze
coming off the sea
so you dis-entwine your line...
a kite to fly
high up in the sky
to dance in the air, sublime...
and as it soars
you further implore
it to go much higher...
and with dextrous twists
from hand and wrist
it peaks at the height you desire...
guided with skill to glide and float
dipping and soaring
near and remote
a waltz within skies serene
pure entrancement of silk and polythene
til the wind dies and it is smote
falls to the ground
to wait once more
for another breeze, another soar!

 

 

 

SUMMER BREEZE...



As you lay blessed in the sun
wondering who is the special one
a gentle rustle from the trees
announces the arrival of a summer breeze...
to soothe the fires that burn within
to gently settle the mind from sin
leaving goosebumps on your skin
is that the breeze or memories akin...?
of gentle touches from delicate fingers
like warm soft strokes that ever linger
cooling while the fire inside burns
breezing through as intimacy yearns...
caressing through head and hair
a summer breeze letting you know I'm there
and as it roams all over you so
it whispers repeatedly, so that you know...

 

 

 

PASSION IN MY HEART...



Where do I start
to unleash the beast
that is passion in my heart
so long now caged, all a-raged
needing the fire of desire to be sated
it's never abated, just grown
as I groan in frustration
needing elation, the sensation
to be touched, so much
everywhere, anywhere, don't care
feed me with love, lust, pliant bust
and silken skin, fired from within
for without warmth, I shiver
never a taker, more a giver
but now I need to receive
to believe in true passion
not words fashioned
but actions in reality
just a fantasy?
No...

 

 

 

 LOVE OR LUST?



is there a difference 'tween love and lust?
cannot one be part of the other?
for tho' love must be built on trust
and that love should never smother
is not that initial passion
you spent days or years trying to fashion
built on lust in front of your eyes
before you've tried each other for size
and cannot one flow into each
as lessons are learned and memories teach
new things surprise and comfort in time
is part of the building of love sublime
and those immmediate fresh sensations
become heightened by intimate revelation
and lust can linger thru new elations
but love will last past urgent frustrations
so if there's any difference to see
lust is surpassed by loving in eternity
each person, each couple chooses the path
there is no real answer, no real aftermath..

 

 

 

 .............................................................

 

 FOR KIM...

Bu tu camhanaich air a' Chuilithionn
's latha suilbhir air a' Chlàraich
grian air a h-uillinn anns an òr-shruth
agus ròs geal bristeadh fàire.

Lainnir sheòl air linne ghrianaich,
gorm a' chuain is iarmailt àr-bhuidh,
am òg-mhaduinn 'na do chuailean
's 'na do ghruaidhean soilleir àlainn 

Mo leug camhainaich is oidhche
t' aodann is do choibhneas gràdhach
ged tha bior glas an dòlais
troimh chliabh m' òg-mhaidne sàthte

............................................................

 

 òr 'na do ghruaig
òr ann an ìnean do chas
òr ann an ruisg chadalach do shùilean beò
òr 'na do ghruaidhean, 'nam fathann athaidh
òr ruadh do bhilean
òr sa ghualainn mhin àrd a' fasgadh do smig
òr anns a' bhroilleach ghealltanachd
paisgte 'na bhad
òr 'na do chneas seang, air miadan do chruachan
ann an lùb nan sliasaid is
air glùin nan dìomhaireachd
rinn d' adhbrainn òrach
dannsa caol
do gach sùil a shealladh
airgead-beò 'na do chuislean
airgead-beò 'na do chridhe
airgead-beò gu na h-iomaill
dhe d' anam
agus d' osnadh, do ghàire
do ghuth-seinn, do ghuth-labhairt
mar bhraoin de dh'or

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WITH THANKS TO - SORLEY MACLEAN AND AONGHAS MACNEACAIL

............................................................ 

 

 

 

SILENCE...

Silence can be the most beautiful sound
stillness filling that moment profound
when a thought rings so as to astound
and that hum of invention rings around
vibration emanates from the ground
ideas from your mind become unbound
to leave on here, to be found
what started will come back round
and words will follow to be unwound
and left here by me - a poet renowned! lol

 

 

 

 

JOJO....

She has hair to the ground
a loud, possessive hound
and her studio's a mess
aww bless!

She's an artist sublime
who is late all the time
is fun, feisty and chatty
but scatty!

Her fulsome imagination
produces painted sensations
with her hair pinned up and away
as she plays!

An impulsive personality
bringing her dreams into reality
that's why she's always on the go
that's our jojo!

 

 

 

 

FAMILY, FRIENDS, FOES...

In each of our families
we have friends and foes
those that we love
those that we turn up our nose
and often it seems
that a friend can be
a foe for a reason
maybe lust or jealousy
families are now widespread
and so are our friends
so often it ends up
that our foes are closest when
we need someone to talk to
or to wake us from laziness
so this proves that the difference
between families, friends and foes
is only defined by it's inherent haziness...

 

 

 

 

Sunday Mornings...

The morning sun glistens through the window
a warm gentle breeze rouses your skin
you wake from your slumber and stretch
and smile, it's not a day to stay in...
no rush, no hurry, a day to enjoy
peace and tranquility, silence falling
by the early morning birds now a calling
coffee pot on, bacon-a-frying
aromas from heaven, there's no denying
into the garden, sunday papers to read
caffeine and breakfast, news up to speed
fragrant aromas from sweet peas and roses
sat on the patio, musing what life poses
disregarding the jobs to be done 'one day'
but not for now, 'tis a restful, Sunday...

 

 

 

 

 UNWANTED BODY HAIR...

Do you crave
to shave
that bit there
of unwanted hair?

Are you needing silken skin
from self-love only within
are you afraid of the blade
do you need to trim or strim?

Is it a forest or a jungle?
do your hands shake and bungle
the brazilian you desire
turns out more like a forest fire!

Do you scalp and scrape
leave nicks that need some tape
or is the the last calling
those last bits where you're balding?

 

 

 

 

CATS...

feline fixtures by your fireplace
furry friends, snuggled at your face
wanting stroking, feeding and cream
wondrous creatures, full of self esteem
my favourite animal, in the whole world
is a pussy, reclining, by fireside,
unfurled...

 

 

 

PARKS...

 
Green open spaces
filled with happy faces
enjoying the summer sun...
children in the playpark
playing from dawn til dark
running around having fun...
sunbathers smothered in oil
e'en the clouds will not foil
the attempts to get a tan...
games trying to be played
but ultimately been dismayed
by the 'no ball games' sign ban...
picnics and ice-creams
book reading and silent dreams
encapsulated by the smiles...
of everyone taking part
even old and young at heart
enjoying the park for a while...
skateboarders, dog-walkers
buzz of chat from the talkers
and songbirds in the trees...
scented flowers leave a haze
these lazy days, summer in a daze
pleasure to be had, as you please...!

 

 

 

 

Rusty Nails?????

What good is a rusty nail?
Hit it too hard, and it'll fail
to go in straight
you should've cut a mortice rebate
with a saw, then the joint will prevail!

 

 

 

Angels...

Everyone has there own angel looking over
in life, within our soul, or in dreams...
to protect or persuade from stars to nova
to give light when it fades as it seems...
a guiding light, a companion of the heart
with reassurance, when we feel too fazed...
full of insight, with love to impart
getting us thru the most difficult of days..

 

 

 

 

Orange Juice...

Pliant but firm in the hand
fruitescence ready to expand
you peel away the skin
and golden within
fresh segments not from a can...

and here's where I implore ya
to smell the fruity aurora
break the flesh and press
juices flowing with zest
pips discarded aside before ya...

squeeze the juices into a glass
add ice to make it chill fast
freshen with a lime
to make it sublime
and enjoy the flavours at last!

 

 

 

 

A ball point pen...

It's only right that it writes
sending words of delight
to a loved one...
To scribble or script
you won't break the tip
in anger or in fun...
blue ink or black
only encouragement lacks
to get you scribbling...
and when you receive
the reply you want to believe
then you will be left dribbling...
there is nothing finer
than writing a one-liner
or even a year long diary...
so much more fulfilling
as long as you're willing
to reply, in kind, to me!

 

 

 

Manners for Kids...

Don't pick your nose
in front of those
who are looking...
Don't shy away
when mum does say
you wash up, after the cooking...
Never bawl and cry
when you've been denied
a treat you think you should get...
Be good to your friends
don't send parents round the bend
and you may be treated yet!
Be pleasant, say thank you
so dad doesn't have to spank you
whenever there's guests in the house...
be quiet when told
or your dinner will be cold
so shhh, just like a mouse...
don't fight with your sister
or complain about blisters
and never sulk or scream...
if you are a good one
then mum and dad'll let you have fun
and your wishes will be no longer a dream!

 

 

 

 

Butterflies...

Delicate in decadence of wing
elegance in beauty to sing
silent songs to truly describe
the beauty of floating butterflies...
diving and dipping
soaring then nectar sipping
fragility in motion
strength in devotion
to their sole task...
what is it? you may ask
to pollinate the flowers
and thus give us hours
of joy at their intricacy
wonder at their simplicity
how we all wish we could be
a beautiful butterfly for all to see...

 

 

 

 

A Cardboard Box...

The doorbell has rung
postman has arrived
I open the door
grab the parcel and dive
into the wrapping
so much tape and string
fingers a tapping
to see what's within...
and there before me
is a cardboard box
ready and waiting
for me to unlock...
out come the scissors
then a stanley knife
whoever packed this
is causing me strife...
now I am ready
to dive in and explore
what lies inside
No! it's bubblewrap and more...
what was once so large
is now the size of a mouse
and finally I see it
and it's for next doors house!

 

 

 

Summer Tan...

Bronzed and gilded
in the summer sun
making sure the tan
is an all over one
no strap marks
no tide lines
just gloriously golden
and summer refined
encased in oil
to prevent burning
a wonderful vision
for which I'm yearning
so remember next time
you top up your tan
I'm ready and willing
with soft, scented oiled hands.....

 

 

 

 

A Burst Water Pipe...

You've got yourself
a new monkey wrench
so now you tighten
the connection, get drenched
as the pipe begins to leak
it's help now, you need to seek
your top is drenched
your floor is flooded
and now arrives
a plumber, hot-blooded
he sees you in
a state of despair
so quickly acts
the leak to repair
and once he's halted
that water flow
he offers you his plunger
to do with?
well...you know!!!

 

 

 

 

ATTENTION!

lil anna awaits to be sated
she loves to be loved not hated
so she'll be dancin' around
all the posts that's she's found
pretending to moderate
when all she leaves is a trail of bait
to follow her happy dance around
with hee hees and words less profound
leaving a smile upon your face
before she dances on apace
and if you don't give her attention
she'll edit you then put you in detention!

 

 

 

 

Sweat...

Poppy is sweating
maybe she's fretting
about the next batch of profiles...
having to read all the fakery
the deceptions and p takery
It's enough to give you piles!
Each bead that drips down
makes a grimace from a frown
and that's not to mention the pics...
all fantasy land is credited
she decides what'll be banned or edited
some so gruesome as to make her sick!

 

 

 

 

A Fly On The Wall...

Wouldn't it be fun
to be listening in
on someone elses
tales of sin
who would you choose?
to hear the true tale
as a fly on the wall
you couldn't fail!
would it be jacko
with his MD
or Gordon Brown
as he fleeces you and me
or maybe you'd pick
your favourite film hero
only to find out
he/she is a big zero
perhaps you would like
to look closer as well
with all the flies eyes
you could cast a wide spell
and watch the person
of your nightly dreams
turn out to be
not what he or she seems
or then you could wait
til the passion gets hot
'tween anyone you like
just make sure you don't get swat!

 

 

 

 

Home Cooking...

I've got bread in the oven
in ciabatta style
waiting for it to rise
italian takes a while...
I've got porcini mushrooms
with fresh asparagus
tender buttered stalks
enough to share for us...
I've got fillets of bass
on a spinach bed
and some wonderful chianti
that goes straight to your head...
I've got strawberries picked
from the garden just this second
how do you fancy this meal
your juices are now beckoned!!!

 

 

 

 

Falling off the edge of the world...

And as I stare
with deep despair
I'm stood, so misunderstood
espy the the expansion ahead
which contracts in front of me
confusing all reality
as the vision of filling the void
is destroyed
at once, all we are taught
is fraught
with this sight, a delight, but a fright
as the universe contracts
upon itself...
but this is not the end, my friend
as the universe is but a heartbeat
pulsing blood of matter
throbbing, growing, slowing, contracting
the pure beat of the rhythm of time
never-ending but with limits sublime
vibrancy then solitude in stillness
effervescence then attitude of illness
feeling the pain from each light year
tensing at the multitudinality of fear
then deep reserves of power within
enrapture the casting aside of sin
thus to reach, hence to expand
simply to follow a guiding hand
at the end and the unknown start
of this living universal heart...?

 

 

 

 

Heatwave...

Drained, so I'll refrain from exertion
just lie down and get some diversions
like a cooling drink with plenty of ice
shared with someone special and nice
and the ice-cubes that are still spare
we can still enjoy and share...
by rubbing them over your skin
so cooling to the outside
but feeling hotter within
thoughts turn from chilling to sin
and as they melt
bodies ready to be felt
the heat wave takes it's course
but there's still readiness for some sauce
sticky perspiration
sensual sensations
then a cold shower shared later, of course!

 

 

 

 

Summer Holidays...

You've been waiting all year
and now the time's near
so you feel full of cheer
cos your summer holiday is here!

You've packed your case
put a smile on your face
now you bundle in the car
on the way to somewhere far...

turn up at the airport
gotta wait, get overwrought
flight delayed, you essay
into the bar...
a few drinks for nerves
you're on holiday so you deserve
a bit of fun anyway
some laughs, ha! ha!
as the hours pass
demoted to second class
queueing to board the flight...
meant to leave hours ago
now it's time to go
was morning, now is night...
PANIC! - you've been caught
with, an out of date passport
you're going to be left behind...
cursing and swearing
losing your bearings
you head back to your car...
the flight leaves the ground
you're left alone and feeling down
so near and yet so far...
back in your own garden
your resolve does harden
to enjoy the time anyway...
then you get the postcard
and feel things are not so hard
here the sunshines, but there it rains
.......everyday!

 

 

 

 

100 years...

All health and well-being
hale-hearted and all seeing
you may yet reach your century...
don't smoke, don't drink
don't have naughty words to think
but the boredom may get you eventually!

But can you imagine 36500 days
felt over ten decades
each memory shared
each vision repaired
over such an age
would you feel the need to be sage?
the wisdom of the years
filled with happiness and fears
distant thoughts, many loves
many already lost above
waiting for you to connect
but you remain one of the select
who has such experience
full of clarity, without interference
and so many tales to tell
for a life enjoyed so well
and as the boundary is breached
your 'ton' is now reached
so enjoy the rapturous applause
because it is deservedly yours...

 

 

 

A Little Elf...

You wake up in the morning
eyes misty and yawning
after the night before...
try to remember what occurred
mouth all sticky and furred
then you look up from staring at the floor..
and there on the shelf
sits a giggling lil elf
what's he doing there, you don't know...
behind the books he's a lurking
chuckling and smirking
your confusion continues to grow...
what happened last night?
to leave this unwordly sight
staring at you in your bed...
was it the absinthe with sugar burning
alcohol infused yearnings
you put your hands to your head...
closing your eyes so it seems
perhaps it's only a dream
and when you look again he won't be there...
but for all your hoping
as your eyes re-open
he fixed you with his stare!
his cackle grows louder
wild grin stands out prouder
you bury your head under the covers...
and head back to sleep
hangover beginning to creep
throbbing like no other...
then when you wake
go a coffee to make
he's gone out of view...
you breathe more easily
then shudder, queasily
as he's there,saying one lump or two...?

 

 

 

A Little Lost Sheep...

Poppy had a little lamb
it's fleece as white as snow
but one morning, she went to the field
and wondered 'where'd it go?'
for no longer was the lamb
frolicking in the plover
all that remained, was some tufts of wool
lying amongst grass and clover...
looking around, there was no sign
neither here nor far
no leaping lamb, no woolly jumper
til it crept up behind her, went BAAA!!!

 

 


My Big Toe...

My hero
is my big toe
it points the way
I should go...
it leads me
in the right direction
firm foot forward
without dissention...
It tell me whether
I should oughta
put the rest of me
in hot water...
by taking the lead
of testing the bath
better a hot toe
than a scolded aftermath...

 

 

 

Handbags...

I've always wondered
and it does make you think
how women have handbags
full of everything,and the kitchen sink!
Such spacious caverns
always filled to overflowing
they can't do without them
wherever they're going!
and yet there is a problem
when they put it to mind
they rummage around for ages
for something they cannot find!
Why can't they use pockets
like us blokes with sense
we can't fill them with so much
but some ball-juggling can recompense!

 

 

 

Murray and Strawberries...?

Andy Murray
was in a hurry
to finish his game foray
his mum had told him
that she would scold him
if he didn't pay for the strawberries today!

so being a happy jock
he kept his eye on the clock
thought it best to be beat
on court quickly then retreat
before his mum gave him a sock!

and now that it's all ended
and tennis is again suspended
for another year
we can all now cheer
as strawberry prices will have descended!

 

 

 


Tinkerbell...

'Well Peter Pan
are you mouse or man?'
said tinkerbell as she fluttered...
her eyelashes and wings
and sparkly little things
and before he replied, she uttered...
'by hook or by crook
you must beat Captain Hook
or he'll make you look even dafter...'
Hooks evil had to quelled
with help from tinkerbells spells
then all could live happily ever after...
so Peter swung down from a rope
and dunked Hook, what a dope
in the deep blue ocean...
Hook cursed and splashed
his dreaded plans dashed
and tinkerbell showed Peter true devotion!

 

 

  

Jollyreturns to bradford...???

He sneaks back in the dead of night
not wanting to be seen
in this hell-hole delight
especially after he's just been
to meet firefoxy for a fight!
He's battered and bruised
feels so totally abused
and now he must face the crowds...
they're baying for blood
as they all flood
into the clubs and pubs once proud...
but now they are warzones
of underage hormones
out for a night on the town...
dressed as from the eighties
with tinnies not pilates
in mind, it's called dressing down...
so is he out of place?
dare he show his face?
before the riots start...
or will he return
it's firefoxy he yearns
she's really the redhead with a heart!

 

 

 

 9 days...

It's over 200 hours
til poppy reliquishes her powers
no more work home or here
so we'll have nothing to fear
post ya saucy pics in the shower!

but where is poppy going?
without any of us knowing
is it a secret date?
where she'll be allowed out til late
and the loving will be all flowing!

or has she been offered money
to be someone's special honey?
only time will tell
if she gets on well
or it turns out a bit strange and funny!

So, if I maybe so bold
I think we all should be told
is she off to be naughty
or to be bossy and haughty
and when will she be back in the fold?

 

 

 

 A Frog.....

Sat on a lily pad, on the pond
hidden behind ferns and ticklish fronds
open eyed, silently studying
all the options later for buddying
waiting for the ladies to respond...

So with a raucous croak he shouts
come here frogesses - time to give out!
we can make thousands of tadpoles
from five minutes of froggy rigmarole!

And if you've ever seen
frogs mating in the pond or stream
then you will know
as the numbers grow
it's a pulsating orgy of lust so obscene!

 

 

 

 Gold Dust...

To find true friendship
is like gold dust...
it interacts with our mind
to become a real must...
as a true friend is rare
to have someone that cares
and that feeling is fully replied
friendship can never be denied...
and no earthly goods can replace
the love from a smiling face
who has love in their heart
always willing to impart
much more important than lust
is that one friends own gold dust...
shared and sprinkled with glee
knowing which is the one for me
and in sweet return
I will empty the urn
of my own gold dust for thee!

 

 

 

Thunderstorms...!


The night is black
without a moon
I lay here alone
wishing you here soon
Clouds envelop
this moonlit light
I still await
your heavenly delights...

and finally, when we're asunder
there above, is a rip-roaring thunder
with flashing, crazed, lightning strikes...
so we get intimately entwined
dual passions waiting, thus undefined
so close, we find, what each likes...

each crescendo of sound
is matched on the ground
by mutual screams of delight...
and those sensuous feelings
leave each other reeling
with intensities, in this city, tonight!

 

 

 

Scruples...

If your imagination
is filled with sensual frustration
and internal sensations
overload with elation...
then you may have to digest
what's right and what's less
as your intimate thoughts
are not what everyone's sought...
so dig deep in your heart
refresh and impart
the scruples you give
to others and by
the way that you live...
as not each personal infatuation
will leave self served truthful creation
and leaving the only living pity
of self love imperpetuity
as to what is right or wrong
self confession in purity of word or song...

 

 

 

for inclusion in Sparkys' Family Tree...

Here is a little history
to help clear the mysteries
of the family progression...
pictures old and new
some plentiful, some few
and with it, some personal confessions...
Dug out through the ages
with help of familial sages
I hope this brings memories to the fore...
from distant relations
to personal elation
at thoughts from days of yore...
some favourites, some oddities
some long distant memories
and even a few of you...
as well as the new-born
back to those lost and forlorn
and some - I just haven't a clue!
Hope that you really enjoy
and it brings you pure joy
to look back at this collection...
it's especially for you
with loving feelings so true
and given with much love and affection...

 

 

 

 Lipstick...

There is lipstick on my collar...
Then I look down and follow
the traces you've left
all crimson and deft
down to where you did swallow! lol

 

 

 

Late Nights...Early Mornings...

You burn the midnight oil each day
working through profiles on the way
and deep into the night, without confession
you right the writes, every single session
from saucy pictures to abusive text
every newby is treated, just like the next
but for yourself the fun leads to yawning
got to be up early for work next morning
and all this stringent application
leaves you empty, without sensation
oh how you need to spend a few nights
sleeping or loving or other delights!

 

 

 

Red Sky At Night...

Sun sets over the horizon
mackerel skies stream across the scene
red skies and crimson effusion
simplicity and beauty serene...
dipping below the farthest edge
leading to nightfall and dusk
as the heat from the day recedes
the air is filled with rose scented musk...
perfumed intensities tease your senses
heightened in the evening air
arousing passions to last the night
your imagination laid bare......

 

 

 

 Coming...Your Way!

Poppy is hot and full of desire
she needs someone to sate her fire
beads of sweat fall from her skin
but the real heat is felt within
she needs to feel passion so much
stroking her body with a delicate touch
arousing sensations and inner elation
too long a time passed, in deprivation
of those feelings of intensity
shared with a lover with sensitivity
to caress her body and leave her dreaming
tingling emotions, aroused and steaming
taken to the edge and finally let
screaming yes! all hot and wet!
and then after she pleads for more
carrying on, to erotically explore
each and every heartfelt spasm
aching from her deepest chasm
bringing her to repeated peaks
coming again and again she seeks!

 

 

 

 The Night Before Last...

It was but 48 hours ago
when you said you had to go
no rhyme, no reason for this leaving
you broke my heart, and left me grieving
I always loved you with all my heart
and never expected us to part
through all the good times
and even those days that were bad
we never had reason to make each other sad
so why have you gone, where are you going?
you upped and left, without me knowing
is there someone else that you've found
why have you trampled me into the ground?
you know my heart belongs to you
and every word of love is sent so true
you are absolutely everything I lack
so let me know when you're coming back?
please tell me that I'm not the sinner
cos I need someone to cook my dinner!

 

 

 

 So Silent...

Hush...!
Listen to the silence...
no cars, no arguments, no violence...
ah! sheer peace all around
not a single sound
it's time to think and review
what life really means to you
without distraction or annoyance
just personal clairvoyance
delving into one's own mind
searching silently to find
some relief, a belief
that what the future can bring
will make your heart sing
silently...

 

 

 

 A Poem For Jo Jo...

Silently she sits in front of her canvas
Mind defining the picture to come
this blank fascia, will not phase her
she knows this will be the one...

with simple strokes and vibrant mind
the imagined outlines become defined
and with every fluid touch and brush
dreams become real so solid to touch

liquidity becomes solidity
every flourish doth nourish
heart a pumping with vitality
each stroke to encourage...

colours so deep and mind-effusing
standing back and then intensely perusing
as to how this taster becomes the feast?
such luxuriant paint pliable
fantasies fulfilled undeniable
'til the descriptive orgy has ceased...
and the picture comes together as a whole
fed with love from deep within the soul!

 

 

 

Smiles...

As your lips purse
will they pout or curse
or will you wait a while...
to see the response
so deeply ensconsed
before letting out a smile?

and then as your eyes light
bringing purity and delight
and your teeth are framed by your lips...
all glistening and white
what a wonderful sight
as I pull you close by the hips...

That smile on your face
is warming apace
and the scent from you arouses...
we kiss with deep passion
lips entwined in united fashion
there follows some intense carouses...

And as we come up for air
your smile is set fair
leaving us pleading for more...
so we smile again at each other
just before our lips smother
and kiss a little longer to be sure!

 

 

 

Poppy's Away Shopping...

I'm off to the shops
so catch a bus
full of people
making a fuss
it takes forever
to get into town
I'm only going
cos e-bay is down...
I'm looking for
a dress to wear
for my date with Boggy
don't laugh - I'll be there!
He'd like something special
to show off my curves
but before I get there
the bus skids and swerves
it's a new driver
never driven these stops
oh how I wish
I hadn't gone to the shops...
and finally, we do arrive
I go straight to the boutiques
feel glad to have survived
and as I hop
from shop to shop
picking out items I really like, but...
I don't know what, to buy in my heart
perhaps I'll go back, to where I did start
until I get there, too late! It's now shut!

 

 

 

If I Had A Million Pounds...

 
I'd travel the world around
viewing all the wonderous sights
enjoying all the special delights
tasting delicacies, drinking champers
servant on hand with the picnic hamper
sensational ladies by my side
feeding me grapes as we ride
from the pyramids to the great wall
to the grand canyon, we'd see them all
the canals of venice, the glory of rome
wild nights in Bangkok, silent nights by sea
carnivals in Rio, barbecues in Oz
though I'd still come home, only because
I'd spent most of the cash
So just one thing left to do
loaded with voddy and special brew
it's off to Lekki's party nights
I've heard they're full of unworldy sights!

 

 

 

 A Big Mac Meal...

I've never had
a big mac meal
don't think I'd ever want to
don't think I ever will...

no nutrition, no flavour
nothing remotely to savour
cardboard food for cardboard imaginations
depressing junk leaving sensory deprivation
lazy eating for additive junkies
cholesterol collectors, fast-food flunkies
nothing on the menu to remotely enjoy
probably nicer to eat the free plastic toys!

 

 

 

Wine...

There a few greater joys
than a great tasting wine
with intricate flavours
so hard to define
from a deep red claret
to a young beaujolais
a succulent chianti
or a fresh chardonnay
whatever your tipple
there's one there for you
from france, italy or spain
or from the world new
to taste, glug or sip
relax and compare
grape varieties so varied
a pleasure to be shared!

 

 

 

Wet Grass...

Green and lush
but growing ever higher
to cut the grass
is my desire
jumped out of bed
looked at the lawn
nearly reaching my ankles
must get it shorn
but it's raining
and everything is wet
no sign of it stopping
for a long while yet
so the mower
stays in the shed
I'll do something else
go back to bed instead!

 

 

 

Sore Legs...

My thighs ache
my calves are unwell
my knees hurt
my ankles swell
my skin is burnt
my muscles are tight
what have I learnt
from exercising all night?

it wasn't washing the floors
or polishing the table
oe even scrubbing out the loo
of all of that I'm able...

so when I think what has caused
my lower limbs such pain
it must have been
that night of sin
on the floor, again and again!

 

 

 

Letting Someone Go...

They say that time heals
and that lost loves can be replaced
but it's never that easy
until it's something you've faced...
and tho' our memories of good times and bad
still can be so fresh in our mind
sometimes collected and reflected
you may need to be cruel to be kind...
now you're sure that it's time to move on
and as you reach the point of no return
you know within, it's the right thing to do
life has it's moments from which we learn...
the decision is made, there's no going back
so it's time the was put finally to bed
the future is brighter, as the past did lack
leaving truth and hope within heart and head ...

 

 

 Two Little Kitty Cats...

Pheby and Jessie
are getting messy
all over Poppys' house...
when they're not fighting
they're cute and delighting
until, they're both chasing a mouse...
then it leads to a contest
as to which kitty-cat is the best
at chasing little grey things for fun...
Jessy, the tortoise-shell does very well
causing sheer havoc and frantic hell
whilst trying to be the number one...
pheby, she's all black and white
always does something more than alright
tho' she becomes quite soppy...
but when the mouse has got away
they both return to play
with their mum, the sweet lady Poppy!

 

 

 

 Little Spiders..

There is always one...
you don't see it until
it's way too late
you lie down on your bed
waiting for sleep to sate
and there it sits
above your head
staring at you
filling you with dread
it's as big as your fingernail
you lie there too scared
even to scream or wail
you daren't move
in case it chases you
daren't close your eyes
in case it lands on you
the minutes pass
the sweat rises on your brow
all you can think is
'what do I do now?'
the bed creaks, the spider moves
spinning a line down the wall
it's getting closer
so finally you have to call
'help! help!
save me from fright!'
and then enters, to your delight
pheby and jessy, a cheering sight
one swipes, one bashes, the spider falls
onto the bed beside you
towards you it crawls
pheby then jumps and jessy goes splat!
no more spider!, Bless you kitty-kats!

 

 

 

A Dull Rainy Day...

It's the middle of summer
the sun is in hiding
the rain still falls
leaving you deciding
what to do? no barbecue
can't bathe in the sun
can't mow the lawn
no outside fun
you're sat there forlorn
so taking a moment of inspiration
you start writing poetry for the nation
it relieves the boredom
fills your heart with glee
and that, almost a year to the day
is what actually happened to me!

(..and I haven't stopped since! lol) 

 

 

 WISDOM?

Wisdom is but a tooth, or a toothbrush
sometimes full of clarity, othertimes mush
it can sparkle or taste of mint
but if you aren't able, to take the hint
it can bite, be full of pain or paste
then each gleam of wisdom will go to waste
choose your words with precision
to avoid a dental incision
sometimes a gentle re-buff
is far more than enough
to get your teeth into
when it's not a sin to
tho' occasionally wisdom can expand
to much more than a fine-tooth search and
thus allows full expression
of truthful and personal confession
of anything that you bequeath
just remember to clean your minds teeth! 

 

 When The Earth Stood Still...
(aliens from another planet)

All communication is down
life as we know it has ended
no phones, no web, no mail
the invasion has descended...
all wildlife has retreated
to safer grounds
but we still stand in bewilderment
as our hearts pound...
not knowing what to do
a sign of our stupidity
do we feebly fight?
a token of our incredulidity...
or shall we give in tonight
as we corpse and surrender
helpless and hopeless
with no common defender...
should we ask the real survivors
to become our saviour
like cockroaches and ants
would they do us a favour?
after years of destruction
at humanities self-righteous hands
could we expect
them to become fans?
of a race that uses and abuses
all creatures on earth
no wonder earthly companions
are conspicuous by dearth...
as humanity is massacred
because of our greed
there lives but one creature
to re-sow the seed
of life on our planet
tho' humankind is dead
the new world controllers
are wasps...as even aliens have dreads!

 

 

 

1984...?

in 1984, I was twenty...
had fun and females a plenty
there was no big brother
still lived with my mother
in a big house with freedom of entry...

I had two rooms to myself
working, but without great wealth
but a lot of fun was had
being good and being bad
many things detrimental to health!

and as I look back in sobriety
at the adventures of such variety
I'm mixed 'tween a tear
and a grin ear to ear
at some of the personal impropriety!

So when I look back to the past
I realise it couldn't last
but given the chance
to go back and enhance
I'd be off like a shot so fast!

 

 

 

Stuck on Mars...

The view is desolate
red rocks and rust
sandstorms and violent winds
the home of the cussed...
we're stranded on this planet
there's no little green men
just here to collect rocks
years til we'll be home again...
no companionship on our little ship
no relief from this hell
never want a return trip
to this barren appareil...
so desolate, so spartan
nothing here worth seeing
just miles of rocky outcrops
and no sign of life or being...
if we return home so glad
we'll soon be forgotten
taken over by the latest fads
that humanity with is besotten!

 

 

 

 Two Peas In A Pod...

Our similarities, without familiarity
are astounding in their comparity
does this mean, without hilarity
that we could be one in parity?
are we conjoined by sensitivities
aligned with self propensities
dual thinking with perspicacity
both seeking united alacrity...
so at the end of this eulogy
does it mean you're the one for me?

 

 

 

A Wingless Bird...

Wingless birds are useless
cos birds are meant to fly
that's why they're winged and feathered
of that you can't deny!
what the point of having
a means of aviation
when you can't get off the ground
and don't know that sensation!
are they just all chickens?
or afraid of heights
or just emus or dodos
too heavy for a flight...
or just maybe they're a little chick
fallen from the nest
haven't learned to fly yet
so eager cats do the rest!

 

 

 

Can't Be Bothered To Cook...

If you need feeding
and your heart is bleeding
then just use the food of love...
ripe strawberries to share
with that special one who cares
drizzled in honey from above...
or maybe share a melon slice
oozing juices so sweetly nice
liquid fruit so sensuous to the taste...
and then simple passion fruit
squeezed frivolity with pips to suit
mashed on bodies in haste...
followed by double cream
twixt silken dark chocolate dream
melted and doubly combined...
covering all erogenous zones
promoting cries and passionate moans
then licking, slippery-slidy, combined...

 

 

 Sticky Keys...

I've had my zeds
and a morning romp
now it's time to rest in bed
and to turn on the comp...

to see who's been up all night
and to get me in the mood
for reading and writing to delight
I definitely need some food...

so a full round of buttered toast
with my favourite strawberry jam
it's the one I love the most
now I login and delete the spam...

with toast in one hand
the other hand tapping away
it looks like I'm in demand
but that's for later in the day...

the butter drips down my chest
the jam slides onto the keys
and before I've finished my brekkie fest
the jam's jammed my rrrrrr's and eeeeeeee's!

 

 

 

A Long Journey To Nowhere...

All packed, well stacked,
brain wracked, train tracked,
in duffle coat and baseball cap
each on anothers lap
unable to take a nap
going nowhere without a map
fields pass by
never said goodbye
didn't know what to buy
but that's by the by
sun is hot and glowing
temperature is growing
sweatbeads are a flowing
where the hell are we going?  

 

 

 

The Magic Key...

Sat in the corner, gaining dust
a once elegant now neglected box
smelling of must, covered in rust
no way of opening the lock...

what is inside?, I've never espied
tho' many a time I've wondered
is it just empty, or would there be plenty
of treasure inside that's been plundered...

I have to find out a way to get in
forgetting I haven't a key
perhaps if I pick it, dextrously trick it
it'll open itself, mysteriously...

I twiddle and fiddle and fumble and fret
fluster and bluster and curse
but am unable to open it yet
every time I try, it gets worse!

How can this frustration, lead to elation?
it's driving me wild, even over the edge
desperately, finally, I get my own magic key
and smash it wide open, with the sledge! 

 

 

 

 Sweet and Sour...

If opposites attract, and that's a fact
then the attraction may not be clear
young and old, meek and bold
may seem miles away and yet so near...
tent or house, cat or mouse
all may seem chalk and cheese
but find the one that is sweet
and sour will become complete
as the taste you need to please? 

 

 

 

The Laughing Potato?

King Edward was not impressed
he'd sent Charlotte to be blessed
in Pink Fir with a Maris Piper
whose Jersey Royal looked even riper
and so badly failed the test...

To hold the Pentland Crown
now he felt so let down
his Desiree seemed Majestic
but turned out to be a domestic
so he hid his hurt with a frown...

Then an idea came to his lips
so he shouted out, hands on hips
bring Maris Piper and Peer
right in front of me here
and I'll turn them into chips!

He was told don't be so daft
but he just stood there and laughed
'I've got salt and vinegar
and loads of fish fingers'
so they ate, and lived happily ever aft!

 

 

 

The Happy Chappy!

His smile was so wide
that he drew in the tide
his grin spanned
from isle to land
his teeth shone
til sunlight had gone
but as a lonesome lad
he really, was feeling sad....

 

 

 

 An Empty Tea Cup...

Is an empty tea cup
drained to the very last sup
just a reflection on how you feel?
Is your life full of stains
or scattered tea leaf remains
and drips spilled over the edge at will...
do you feel cracked and chipped
soggy biscuit dunked and dipped
or feel like the saucerful of slops
are you feeling so incomplete
life without sugar not sweet
how you wish the strain would stop...
perhaps there's a way
to improve your day
and it starts with a fresh brew...
so under the tea cosie
is something so much more rosie
proving a smile comes with tea for two!

 

 

 

The Looking Glass...

I spy, a peeping tom
watching you undress
with all the lights on
from a distance
with his spy glass
he can see
your perky arse
it brings a smile
to his face
as the clothes fall
at a teasing pace
he studies closely
your naked chest
now fully aware
that you're well blessed
but now he's struggling
to keep you in frame today
as his hand now has
found another game to play!

 

 

 

The Poet Man...

he writes to delight
but worries no-one reads
anything you choose
he'll reply back at speed...
no matter the subject
a rhyme will appear
he enjoys the challenge
and loves to bring cheer
but sometimes he needs
a break from the normal
a need to write
something serious, less formal...
and tho' the japery
of daily 'want some'
is greatly enjoyed
and a lot of fun
he wishes the followers
of a certain site
would leave him some topics
to write here each night...
so when it gets quiet
and he feels a bit soppy
he knows he can rely
on ideas there from Poppy!

 

 

.......................................................................

When The Earth Stood Still...
(aliens from another planet)

All communication is down
life as we know it has ended
no phones, no web, no mail
the invasion has descended...
all wildlife has retreated
to safer grounds
but we still stand in bewilderment
as our hearts pound...
not knowing what to do
a sign of our stupidity
do we feebly fight?
a token of our incredulidity...
or shall we give in tonight
as we corpse and surrender
helpless and hopeless
with no common defender...
should we ask the real survivors
to become our saviour
like cockroaches and ants
would they do us a favour?
after years of destruction
at humanities self-righteous hands
could we expect
them to become fans?
of a race that uses and abuses
all creatures on earth
no wonder earthly companions
are conspicuous by dearth...
as humanity is massacred
because of our greed
there lives but one creature
to re-sow the seed
of life on our planet
tho' humankind is dead
the new world controllers
are wasps...as even aliens have dreads!

 

 

 

1984...?

in 1984, I was twenty...
had fun and females a plenty
there was no big brother
still lived with my mother
in a big house with freedom of entry...

I had two rooms to myself
working, but without great wealth
but a lot of fun was had
being good and being bad
many things detrimental to health!

and as I look back in sobriety
at the adventures of such variety
I'm mixed 'tween a tear
and a grin ear to ear
at some of the personal impropriety!

So when I look back to the past
I realise it couldn't last
but given the chance
to go back and enhance
I'd be off like a shot so fast!

 

 

 

Stuck on Mars...

The view is desolate
red rocks and rust
sandstorms and violent winds
the home of the cussed...
we're stranded on this planet
there's no little green men
just here to collect rocks
years til we'll be home again...
no companionship on our little ship
no relief from this hell
never want a return trip
to this barren appareil...
so desolate, so spartan
nothing here worth seeing
just miles of rocky outcrops
and no sign of life or being...
if we return home so glad
we'll soon be forgotten
taken over by the latest fads
that humanity with is besotten!

 

 

 

 Two Peas In A Pod...

Our similarities, without familiarity
are astounding in their comparity
does this mean, without hilarity
that we could be one in parity?
are we conjoined by sensitivities
aligned with self propensities
dual thinking with perspicacity
both seeking united alacrity...
so at the end of this eulogy
does it mean you're the one for me?

 

 

 

A Wingless Bird...

Wingless birds are useless
cos birds are meant to fly
that's why they're winged and feathered
of that you can't deny!
what the point of having
a means of aviation
when you can't get off the ground
and don't know that sensation!
are they just all chickens?
or afraid of heights
or just emus or dodos
too heavy for a flight...
or just maybe they're a little chick
fallen from the nest
haven't learned to fly yet
so eager cats do the rest!

 

 

 

Can't Be Bothered To Cook...

If you need feeding
and your heart is bleeding
then just use the food of love...
ripe strawberries to share
with that special one who cares
drizzled in honey from above...
or maybe share a melon slice
oozing juices so sweetly nice
liquid fruit so sensuous to the taste...
and then simple passion fruit
squeezed frivolity with pips to suit
mashed on bodies in haste...
followed by double cream
twixt silken dark chocolate dream
melted and doubly combined...
covering all erogenous zones
promoting cries and passionate moans
then licking, slippery-slidy, combined...

 

 

 Sticky Keys...

I've had my zeds
and a morning romp
now it's time to rest in bed
and to turn on the comp...

to see who's been up all night
and to get me in the mood
for reading and writing to delight
I definitely need some food...

so a full round of buttered toast
with my favourite strawberry jam
it's the one I love the most
now I login and delete the spam...

with toast in one hand
the other hand tapping away
it looks like I'm in demand
but that's for later in the day...

the butter drips down my chest
the jam slides onto the keys
and before I've finished my brekkie fest
the jam's jammed my rrrrrr's and eeeeeeee's!

 

 

 

A Long Journey To Nowhere...

All packed, well stacked,
brain wracked, train tracked,
in duffle coat and baseball cap
each on anothers lap
unable to take a nap
going nowhere without a map
fields pass by
never said goodbye
didn't know what to buy
but that's by the by
sun is hot and glowing
temperature is growing
sweatbeads are a flowing
where the hell are we going?  

 

 

 

The Magic Key...

Sat in the corner, gaining dust
a once elegant now neglected box
smelling of must, covered in rust
no way of opening the lock...

what is inside?, I've never espied
tho' many a time I've wondered
is it just empty, or would there be plenty
of treasure inside that's been plundered...

I have to find out a way to get in
forgetting I haven't a key
perhaps if I pick it, dextrously trick it
it'll open itself, mysteriously...

I twiddle and fiddle and fumble and fret
fluster and bluster and curse
but am unable to open it yet
every time I try, it gets worse!

How can this frustration, lead to elation?
it's driving me wild, even over the edge
desperately, finally, I get my own magic key
and smash it wide open, with the sledge! 

 

 

 

 Sweet and Sour...

If opposites attract, and that's a fact
then the attraction may not be clear
young and old, meek and bold
may seem miles away and yet so near...
tent or house, cat or mouse
all may seem chalk and cheese
but find the one that is sweet
and sour will become complete
as the taste you need to please? 

 

 

 

The Laughing Potato?

King Edward was not impressed
he'd sent Charlotte to be blessed
in Pink Fir with a Maris Piper
whose Jersey Royal looked even riper
and so badly failed the test...

To hold the Pentland Crown
now he felt so let down
his Desiree seemed Majestic
but turned out to be a domestic
so he hid his hurt with a frown...

Then an idea came to his lips
so he shouted out, hands on hips
bring Maris Piper and Peer
right in front of me here
and I'll turn them into chips!

He was told don't be so daft
but he just stood there and laughed
'I've got salt and vinegar
and loads of fish fingers'
so they ate, and lived happily ever aft!

 

 

 

The Happy Chappy!

His smile was so wide
that he drew in the tide
his grin spanned
from isle to land
his teeth shone
til sunlight had gone
but as a lonesome lad
he really, was feeling sad....

 

 

 

 An Empty Tea Cup...

Is an empty tea cup
drained to the very last sup
just a reflection on how you feel?
Is your life full of stains
or scattered tea leaf remains
and drips spilled over the edge at will...
do you feel cracked and chipped
soggy biscuit dunked and dipped
or feel like the saucerful of slops
are you feeling so incomplete
life without sugar not sweet
how you wish the strain would stop...
perhaps there's a way
to improve your day
and it starts with a fresh brew...
so under the tea cosie
is something so much more rosie
proving a smile comes with tea for two!

 

 

 

The Looking Glass...

I spy, a peeping tom
watching you undress
with all the lights on
from a distance
with his spy glass
he can see
your perky arse
it brings a smile
to his face
as the clothes fall
at a teasing pace
he studies closely
your naked chest
now fully aware
that you're well blessed
but now he's struggling
to keep you in frame today
as his hand now has
found another game to play!

 

 

 

The Poet Man...

he writes to delight
but worries no-one reads
anything you choose
he'll reply back at speed...
no matter the subject
a rhyme will appear
he enjoys the challenge
and loves to bring cheer
but sometimes he needs
a break from the normal
a need to write
something serious, less formal...
and tho' the japery
of daily 'want some'
is greatly enjoyed
and a lot of fun
he wishes the followers
of a certain site
would leave him some topics
to write here each night...
so when it gets quiet
and he feels a bit soppy
he knows he can rely
on ideas there from Poppy!