I’ve been used
I’ve been touched
I’ve been dragged
I’ve been abused
I’ve been banged
I’ve been pushed
I’ve been shoved
I’ve been fouled
I’ve been abandoned
I’ve been smashed
I’ve been sunk
I’ve been drowned
I’ve been crashed
I’ve been lonely
I’ve been found
I’ve been battered
I’ve been bound
I’ve been held
I’ve been chained
I’ve been filled
I’ve been full
I’ve been stained
I’ve been packed
I’ve been smacked
I’ve been gathered
I’ve been left
I’ve been right
I’ve been strong
all along
Outdoors
Advice for cyclists
Cold sun
the wind pests
by blowing
its morrow breeze;
the rays feel warm
yet I bloody freeze
Get lost
I want to wander off
into the woods
to see the forest
where mist is king
and all birds sing
the air is pure
the soil mature
I want to get lost…
and be with me
A spotted bouncy deer
breezy break of day
a spotted bouncy deer
stands
near the perfect trees
hidden
in plain sight
slightly in fear
smelling
a potential danger
of a hunting stranger
My weeping willow
you may look down
yet I adore
your sorrow
I love
your woe
my weeping willow
You’ve grown on me
you’ve grown on me
said the wall to the creeper
you often suffocate me
but you are definitely a keeper
Sing sing sing
birds that play
fly freely
are never caught
make silly noises
and sing
sing
sing
Roses
my garden
full of roses
with all their
silly poses
I don’t think
too much
about it
it’s just my diagnosis
Get on your knees!
get on your knees
and colour
the lands
do it with verve
and the patience
it demands…
The damp of a dog turd (naughty version)
smoking hot
from ass to grass
a soft brown substance
came to pass
The damp of a dog turd (the messy version)
a spontaneous creation
of damp
spread
and left across the nation
The damp of a dog turd (the nice version)
early
on a sunny spring’s morn
something beautiful
and odorous was born
What a killer
what a killer
said the hunter
to his prey
I shot myself
in the foot
and I just saved your day
A pothole
a pit
created by traffic
weather
wear
and tear
gathers rain
this unpredictable pool
of tyre pain
housing an abundance
of grit
and grime
collected over time
an asphalt mole
in the road
a pothole
Oh spring
oh spring
with your colourful splendor
so vivid
a canvas full of
natural hues
so tender
an annual reprise
every time
you overwhelm me
and take me
by surprise
Baby bunny
new to life
fearless
yet frail
waggling
it’s tiny tail
freshly furred
brown ha(i)re(d)
and slightly scared
a baby bunny hops
on my grass
mixed with weeds
en masse
as birds sing
and bugs bug
the bunny
freezes
whilst an ugly orange cat
goes into stalking mode
I have to break up the party…
Empty road clouds
don’t let
an empty road
cloud
your judgement
Telephone 📞
often left
hanging
alone
wired
to a box
you used to listen to
many hellos
laughter
sadness
lies
and frequent goodbyes
whilst swallowing
coins
for money
used
and put down
you life saver
a sacRED shelter
in every other street
in town
~image by Simon Gradwell
First sun
first sun
what fun
no more depression
after spring
has sprung
april is here
flowers in gear
roses coming out
all the children
bloody shout
first sun
such fun
the rays are here
and the noise begun
Wolf
nocturnally
p’rtaining to the night
the animal wast adrift
and howling out of sight
Danny the Dalmatian
you’ve spotted me
said Danny
to the overlooking tree
you look
like you are thirsty
so I will kindly wet on thee
I also left you
a fragrance
to freshen up thy bark
so you smell nice
alone
in this landscape oh so stark
Als je de weg kwijt bent
als je de weg kwijt bent
kies dan een ander pad
No fly zone
a fly
couldn’t fly
in a zone
of his own
so he disguised himself
as a book
but his cover was blown
A courtyard of stone
an old man
playing a violin
devotes
his melancholy notes
to the sun
a blue sky
and a few birds
passing by
whilst forgotten chansons
echo off the walls
of shut shops
beneath a plane tree
almost alone
he brings tears
and joy
to a courtyard of stone
Reigns of sunshine
always here
always there
with sovereign strength
illuminating
at great length
dominating heat
we can’t beat
much longer
the reigns
of sunshine
are getting stronger
She in the distance
faded
by shadows
and mist
remote
beyond reach
I devote
myself
to her
perhaps in my dreams
she
in the distance
Basket case
She, in the garden
standing
twirling
absorbing
rays
watching
bees
and butterflies
fly
on colorful sunny days
circling
around her
she stays
She, in the garden
Polluting pipes
hot damp
bouncing of
cold asphalt
polluting pipes
of vehicles
driving
economy
thriving
smoke
all around
we slowly choke
seriously
it ain’t no joke
To the forest
rising damp
steam and smoke
misty sunlight
like a faded lamp
gazing upon dead wood
covering moist soil
the earth breathing
through snugly moss
trees waving
wandering gust
I should go to the forest
I really must…
The clouds are crying
there’s no denying
the clouds are crying
acid rain
is here again
a polluted stain
on all our forsaken lands
whilst we hold our hands
walking into extinction
You sea I see
calm
and wide
you come
and go
with the tide
guided by sun
and moon
your vastness
filling in
the voids
the depths
connecting lands
you sea
I see
we connect
somehow
you
and me
Footprints 👣 in the snow
you absorb
my footprints
as they leave
an impression,
capturing them
in quick succession
a transitory imprint
sustains
afore your
graceful retreat
when the sun comes up
and turns on the heat
Continues drizzle
gently
steadily
drip drip drip…
I may
just have
another kip
My beautiful English rose
she
was born
with many a thorn
prickly
yet blossoming
in my light
not to clamber
over yours truly
much to his delight
holding reds
fragrant and fresh
she stands firm
with puissant pose
now stuck
in me
I embrace her sting
my beautiful
English rose
Through every tree
through
every tree
I see creativity
the branches
are the arms
reaching for the sky
it is the limit
and not
for you and I
A Nonymous
A Nonymous
was a shy young man
who came up
with a perfect plan
bought a cabin
in the boonies
to keep away
from all the looneys
glued his postbox
shut the blinds
build a fence
and planted mines
he removed himself
from internet
and stayed at home
all day in bed
turned his phone off
night and day
and put a sign up:
“Stay Away!!”
Oh well
Oh well,
Oh well
you dwell
and live to tell…
Get out!
all is quiet
but for the noise
that you make
and you should
play outside
girls and boys
Get out!
iPhones aren’t toys
How snug
how snug…
a bare
bear hug
Go with the flow
go with the flow
said one tumbleweed
to the other
let the wind carry us far
so let’s rock and roll
my dear brother
The freedom of a fence
with air
passing through
you stand firm
and often tall
a borderliner
exposed to elements
weather
and dog piss
sat
and shat on
by birds
you witness
all
suspense
excitement
and the rest
the freedom
of a fence
Do not rattle my cage
“pet me little one,
but do not rattle my cage”
said the lion at the zoo
or I may eat you up
and turn you
into poo
Signal lazy
am I fucking crazy
or is everybody signal lazy
signal when you change a lane
you imbeciles are driving me insane
Flat out tyred
Petrichor
an earthly scent
nature’s perfume
natural
and fresh
comes with the rains
partly acid
awaking the air
and our mortal flesh
Screen door
aluminium and mesh
held by squeaky hinges
welcomes
a gentle entry
of air
frequently fresh
oft carried
by a soft summer’s breeze
passing from porch to pantry
keeping bugs at bay
backing the back
and the front door
all seasons
night and day
Two yellow lines
two yellow lines
lead the way
directing us
to follow
the right side,
or the left,
in curves
through pines
and meadows
deserts
and forsaken lands
on endless slabs
at the hands
of the carefree
careful
and careless
crossing
or not
two yellow lines
With pets
with pets
comes joy
and bills
for vets
unconditional love
hair
and puke
but certainly no regrets
Cemetery
haven
for forgotten souls
marked by
sagging tombstones
of grandfathers
and newborn babies
absorbed by soil
overgrown
by moss
and lost memories
I dwell in silence
and stroll silently…
I still visit my friend
Your bark
your bark
is not as bad as mine
said the maple
to the dog
so please
don’t urinate on me
or I may end up
like a log
Snow
a virgin blanket
sewed with frozen powdered aqua
covering the lands
light and white
forsaken
at the hands
of the sky…
a soft throw;
I think it’s called snow
Running Errand 🏃
Errand
was aroused
and running
from his duties
through and to
a red light
to meet up
with some beauties
when he saw
what he had spent
he soon came
to his senses
Errand chose
to rob the bank
to cover
his expenses
I stick my neck out
I stick
my neck out
for you
said the giraffe
to the mouse
but I can’t see
no cheese
no skirting board
and I don’t see
no house
Romance on a rusty rooftop
I shall kiss you and what not
on this rooftop where we have met
though it smells of corrosion
and your hair don’t match the color
perhaps I should have gone for the redhead
A wasp 🐝
a wasp
can’t help
being a wasp
and neither can Sting
Witty word: Billbored
Definition of billbored
/bil bawrd/
Adjective
1 wearied by the dullness of seeing vast amounts of billboards across the countryside whilst traveling:
Mister Barrow and Miss Parker got so billbored with all the signs wherever they drove that it triggered them to commit numerous felonies.
2 fed up off having to pay recurring bills:
After years of paying monthly rent for his trailer and the lease on his pickup Cletus got billbored before he started making moonshine down yonder in order to pay for an accountant to handle his financial affairs.
Origin of billbored:
2021; poetpas ©; Modern English, based on philosophical wit.
Dark grey clouds
through the small space
between my curtains
I can’t help but notice
dark grey clouds
slowly moving
and hovering
over leafless trees
I pray for more natural beauty
I am on my knees
Ole Dan Tucker
Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face with a fryin’ pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel
Get out the way old Dan Tucker,
You’re too late to get your supper,
Supper’s over, and dinner’s cookin’,
Old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin
Old Dan Tucker come to town
Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
The hound dog barked and billy goat jumped
And landed old Tucker on a stump
Get out the way old Dan Tucker,
You’re too late to get your supper,
Supper’s over, and dinner’s cookin’,
Old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin
Old Dan Tucker got drunk an fell
In the fire and kicked up holy hell
A red-hot coal got in his shoe
An oh my Lord the ashes flew
Get out the way old Dan Tucker,
You’re too late to get your supper,
Supper’s over, and dinner’s cookin’,
Old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin
Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Swinging them ladies all round
First to the right an then to the left
Then to the gal that he loved best
Get out the way old Dan Tucker,
You’re too late to get your supper,
Supper’s over, and dinner’s cookin’,
Old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin
Songwriter: Mister Edwards, Walnut Grove
(truthfully Dan Emmett)
Proud to hold your hand
through all the parks
and fields
along the hedges
defining hills
on countless paths
over bridges
of creeks with ditches
smelling spring flowers
for hours and hours
I squeeze
you smile
and understand
that I’m in love
with you
and proud
to hold your hand
Eggcited
I am elated
and so delighted
I can hide eggs
for my offspring
in the rain
I am
thoroughly eggcited
Wind and time
sacred confidants
in a daily spectacle
a visual rhyme
pushing clouds
along the skyline
interacting
perpetually
wind and time
Ginkgo tree
all
I see
is you
dear tree
you smell
a bit
but I’m in love
with thee
(Photo: Noriyuki Kajiwara)
A short story on the perseverance of a slug
a little effort
goes a long way
when you crawl
from New York
to LA
Dawn
Dawn
mowed
the lawn
at dusk
as she was
drawn
to the night
but left her
in the dark
waiting
for first light
Stuck on you
I’m stuck on you
said Remora to the shark
I will follow you
into the deep
and in the dark
In the still of the night
in the still
of the night
stars are born
to a virgin sky
by clouds
collapsing
forming
a hot core
gathering
dust and gas
whilst this info
is kindly
brought to you
by yours truly
Poetpas
House near the sea
alone
I stand
grounded
yet free
with a roof
over my head
watching the waves
this rebellious sea
You rock
you rock
my boat
but your storm
keeps me
from staying
afloat
Walk with me
walk with me
talk to me
I’ll set you free
I’m your petagree
Autumn is back
colder
are
the nights
fresher
are
the mornings
redder
are
the leaves
shorter
are
the days
and
f*ck knows
where I’m going
with this
but autumn is back
whilst I’m
taking the piss
Mine owneth trail
eventho
thou art mine compass
and guiding lighteth
ste’ring me
in the right direction
I needeth to findeth
mine self reflection
I can’t beest sidetrack’d
and loseth mine bearings
whilst I walketh
mine owneth trail
yet I shall ch’rish
thy guidance
as I am only frail