July 22, 2013

 

 

So starved of

touchy-feely love

that his whole body

aches for womanly

charms.

No long term contact

required, just a friendly

massage by experienced

palms, until stress disappears

and the body calms.

 

 

July 15, 2013

 

 

When letter winkies

begin to play

high jinkies

And better sinkies

begin to smell

hot drinkies

And setter linkies

begin to spin

real thinkies

Tis the time

to sort those

zetter minkies.

 

 

 

 

 

And in a life

that had a

chequered past

And mud once

slung was

surely there

to last

And fortune cookies

eaten until sick

No other option

was there

but to tick.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh passionate soul

with urgent needs

and hunger the catalyst

that on survival feeds.

Seek ye not the path

where nettles lay

in the dense undergrowth

of yesterday.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh fantasy,

that is blind love

for now

and nothing more than

passion anyhow.

A broken promise

and forgotten vow.

For sake of sanity

exit with a bow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The monster hat of lunacy

The prickled skullcap of pain

The mortar board of success

The bejewel’d crown of reign

 

 

 

 

Upon this earth we dwell

as best we can

In harmony and trust

with fellow man

Until the time when

in our coffin lay

A job well done

until the close of day.

 

 

 

 

Oh God, I sat there

mesmerised as he

analysed each word.

His trained voice bringing

a whole new meaning

to ones I’d thought absurd.

 

 

 

 

 

Today is yours and

all things are possible

Tomorrow is but a day

that might never be

Live in the present,

wasting not a single

moment

The future is for fools

too numb to see.

 

 

 

 

 

They will go and you

know they should

Evolution being healthy

for the blood.

They will return

if given wings to fly

All journeys then a

a temporary goodbye.

 

 

 

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