2 gay bears
were dancing on ice,
playing a game,
rolling the dice
The ice began to melt
as the heat was on;
all the love they had felt
had sunk and was gone…
Poetry
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
No words
Gene pool
mixed by
only a few
we are created
as off spring
amongst ourselves
in a small pool
of genes
by human
intervention
making us weak
not to mention
they did it
with every intention
just for money
not very funny
Thanksgiving
thanks a lot
for stuffing me,
said the turkey
to the cook
I think
it gave me the shits tho,
am I now
of the hook?
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!!”
I see something in your eyes
I see
something
in your eyes
the longing
for me
and greasy fries
I see
something
in your eyes
your pupils
and thighs enlarge
devouring pies
Maybe I’m too slow
maybe I’m
too slow
maybe you’re
too smart
so I’ll keep my brain
and give you
all
my heart
Oh well
Oh well,
Oh well
you dwell
and live to tell…
You can keep me
you can keep me
forever
in your imagination
but reality
requires a tad more
moderation
One last hope
may the night
come upon us
a moment
a minute
to forever drown
to forever loathe
so it will be
who knows
we shall see…
Equal rights and equal fights
yes
no
right
left
yin
yang
black
white
you are wrong
and I am right
or vice versa
we shall argue
we shall fight
peace ✌🏻
Glasgow 🌎
charade
charade
there’s more money
to be made
it makes the world
go round
to greed
we are bound
for greed
we shall bleed
as it’s not fresh air
but money that we need
Why have I got to be me
why have I got to be me
I didn’t get to choose you see
now I’ve got to live with myself
and I shall never be free
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
Morning phlegm
gooey
sticky
chunky
coughed up
slimy
blobs
of green
swallowed
breakfast
starter
yummy
protein
for my
tummy
How snug
how snug…
a bare
bear hug
Her butterflies
the fresh smell
of springs’ air
rosy cheeks
her skin so fair
she seeks
a naughty boy
who wants him
for her butterflies
and a bit of joy
all the while
her precious
innocent smile
and insecure
female stance
wants to control
her butterflies
before they start
to dance…
Witty words 