Egyptian miscarriage

Egyptian miscarriage

Life´s a constant protest in North Africa
The Nile feels the chaos mounting fast
every month fresh and bloody massacres
Dictatorships gone, though violence lasts

How did terror maintain it´s filthy grip?
Has the arabian spring dried up now?
Was the water poisoned evil drops drip?
Every well contaminated foul!

Do the death sentences resolve the grief?
Do they prevent a new wave of bloodshed?
Noone wins between bullets and grit teeth
Outrage is awake, good sense put to bed

Autumn slain by a terrible winter
Spring please give birth to peace world´s hurt daughter

Healthy student

Down the corridor suave and she glides
No facial expression give me that
I feel a whole chunk of goodness gracious
under her confident throat

I see her subtle freckels
She sees my finger tips
She´s arrived walking the corridors softly
Healthy and ready for her spanish class

A neutral beauty just humble enough to greet.

Dripped dry

Comfort slides off the mattress,
the arm chair and the car seat

Lingering creases with the
residue of daily stress.

Favour focus
make work your home
Busy locusts searching
empty thrones

The love of the greeting
The compliment sweet
Tools of the trade
while cutting life´s wheat.

I skip a stone
across the waters of mediocrity
Lake complacency
still too cold to take a dip

I´m dripped dry
A hanging towel
almost placated by fungus
My will to throw it in
so humungus.

Shoulders cry for hands
Lips for lips
I´m as empty as the jar
you didn´t have the courage to throw away.

Holes in a teacher

What can I teach you?
Don´t expect too much from life.
The old lack and the new excess,
The illusion of a ruined world
that still pumps and squirts.

What can I teach YOU?
Look at your watch
Utter enough words to maintain the attention span
Iniciate a combination of inspiring comparisons
almost out of breath
Emptiness nothingness these flood me

Humour is a job
count the rhythm of your own laugh
Now you know you´re teaching
Walls were made for you and them
distilling us in a rude confetti world.

What can I tell you
Rain drops won´t save you
NO the grand void becomes you
Passing on information as a hollow vessel
A sparkle in the eye,
A question, a thankyou and a see you next week.

Holes in your hope, your socks, your love
empty floor unable to overcome
Baby crawling dumbfounded by
the dust, the books, the inside frowns.
Dumbfounded by the embrace of shadows
Ice seems to find it´s way in
even in the tropics.

Pure poetry

Poetry is the spells one casts out into the world
Like nets threaded with rhyme and metaphor,
Poetry as a net often comes back empty
but always soaked in the saltwater that is consciousness

Poetry is a fix for the lovelorn, the infatuated, the passionate
And instead of giving side effects comforts and stabilizes
the afflicted.
Poetry is the ultimate expression the Breathing apparatus for a writer
The hearing aid for the emotionally devoid.

It is the nucleus of spiritual thinking and winds up like a tornado
accelerating with the poet´s tide of words.
It can alleviate the weight and thorns of daily living and for the poet
it is surely medicine to be taken a daily basis.

It is the key to language and tampers with the perception of words
Until puns and euphemisms destruct.
It is a sure method of awakening a sometimes braindead world to
the wonder and magic that still exists in the essence of life
and the earth.

It is even to the contrary of the latter a cynical syringe to warn
or tarry the optimistic career obsessed that their shrine should not
be their office or their profession, that work is for living
but is not the meaning of life.

For poetry is the meaning of life, do we not debate daily about the contraversial issues in the world to today, the polemic disasters! The unnecessary wars.
The value of religion and it´s granny step into the abyss of fundamentalism and extremism that has helped decimate populations fueled wars and divided good people whose destiny would have been so much greater.

As the meaning of life is not found in one sentence nor one paragraph it is a constant dig into the side of a mountain extracting the mineral essence and getting one step closer to some general idea of what the meaning of life until now has been about.
Can describing a windswept wheat field be the meaning of life, ofcourse it´s a great visual for farm life, it´s not the meaning of life it is however an arrow toward what the meaning of life could mean.

Is poetry more valuable than people care to admit. Some poems are insightful and
totally overwhelming in sense and vision, those same poems can be read tomorrow and have the same effect. Some poems are waning and although elegant lose their greatness over time. Poet´s are the modern day wizards, not weilding a wand but words and having their way with others minds sometimes unbeknownst.

Gun fun

A texas university
Now walk the halls in fear
If they try to get your guns
Rifle to chest and stare

God gave me a weapon
I don´t need a replica-
to shoot lead into folks
That sport bandanas or swasticas

Hunting´s a fine sport
When your prey is nutrition
Though senseless is killing
fellow man with ammunition

You may argue evil is abortion
Morals should puzzle pieces fit
sleeves of man´s arm proportions

Crazy is our world
subtle is extorsion
Guncompanies and hillbillies
make killing spree endorsements

You may not do anger
Or G.i joe rage
Try not to pull the trigger
at point blank range

Stray bullets spray
Where society plays

Inspire me

Inspire me today

Free my mind word welders
cushion the wheels that grind

Elevate good news ellas and fellas
Deliver wide appeal bemuse me

Hit my passion cause swelling
touch my eagerness in a literary fashion

Write your heart out there´s no telling
See off disillusion till it´s departed

Inspire me today creative dwellers
keep no expression at bay
Don´t ring doubt´s troubled bells
each of you have so much to say!

Online muse

Bring it to us
Crack assumtion with your
jackhammer of poems.

Not leaving me solo soul bearing
In the jibber jabber alone.

Regard me as the Joker
and sometimes the punchline
Don´t leave me
Solitary rhyming isn´t fanned flames.

So turn up the heat
Simmer with glamour walk through these
city words the poetic tread you may.

Tamerlane(Edgar Allen Poe inspired)

Tamerlane(scalp-irrigation)
(weekend challenge)
The rain came down upon my head
Unshelter´d and the heavy wind
rendered me mad and deaf and blind.

Was it upon conspiring storm cloud
this shallow rain was inspired?
Damp cobblestone exodus to mire.

Droplets touch the soil of my scalp
growing thoughts no less
Deprived of my senses, uncompromising gusts.

As these thoughts now tickle the page
Conspiring cumulus mocked and deflates!
Gails have fallen sense finds my pen
T´is a life unshelter´d god does me lend.

Two drunkards

The two winos ushered the car into place
so they could claim another half a litre
with the tip

They´d been at it since ten oclock that morning
and nightfall was toying
with their lips

They stuttered a blather and almost got runover
after carelessly throwing
a quip

If they were any closer to the local husslers
they would have both swollen
a clip

Cursing on the sidewalk tripping and stumbling
toward trouble waving hands
shaking hips

Lifting their shirts and exposing themselves
their shoulders revealed
some chips

Free outdoor gym

The empty park(outdoor free gym)
sandy cream coloured visit
The half grin almost falls off your face as all eyes turn to you entering
The fun begins with chubby four year olds running between you
Striking a pose with different coloured mucus

I attempt a work out while overweight seniors
and half drunk teenagers leap and yell
Full of grins all of them so i force one aswell
It almost falls off my face like a four year olds mucus
great it dried I´m going to feel good for the rest of the day!

The Joining(Apoet´s eye)

Apoet´s eye the Joining!
We the poet´s, the intrepid free verse expressors
The mind´s plantation flourishing,
the ever spring my muse

We the poet´s of the eye
See what is not seen
Illiterating fury sees our peaks
Molten Metaphoring shaping stanzas

The poet´s of today and tomorrow
Humidifying the dry minds
Making arid the plains of thinking monsoon flooded
I implore I beckon

Poet´s of the eye
take this expression like a chalice
Take yourself a mirthful swig
Be with me for eternity
In dreams and amidst universal ponder

Take my words and do what you will with them
But praise each other fickel and flexible as you all are
Glorious and scathing as you all are
Insightful and vital as your words are

Heed my expression for
it is an echoe of all you
And what a meager face i would present
if it wasn´t for your divine presense.

Black and white ladybug

A black and white lady bug hopped onto me
before the first class had ended
I think it´s ounce of luck puts me up there now,
By my right shoulder it nestles down
My lined teachers shirt has proven
ample room for a new home

Little creature putting your exoskeleton in my hands
After my last class had finished
I think it´ll be another week of blessings somehow,
It´s colours must amuse ants like a clown
From the peach to the dirt over
Now across it me it roams.

Her neck

Her posture beckons
Smooth skin accents the fine structure
of her timid shoulders up to her jawline

The harmony and flow of subtle veins
-near her windpipe
The ample skin following, holding
and beautifying her spine

Spellbinding light tan complexion
that reflects off the entire expanse
of her elegant nexus.

Soldier and the sandhill(inspired by Robert Frost)

The soldier demoralized
 His carbonized brokendown tank it´s barrel
half submerged horizontally in a sandhill
The earth welted from exploding shells
Blackened sand spotted with bullet holes
as if the rabbit himself was called to war
Shrapnel ridden corpses halfway up
the accursed sandhill soaking up thick blood
Mortarshells propelled toward the enemy
hit the top of the mound out of range
The sturdy sargeant reached the upper
regions of the slope only to detonate
a dud shell lodged in sand between him
and the top
Part of his corpse was lauched into
the enemies lunchtime circle
they didn´t eat well that day.

Gun freedom

Trois por huit
Gun freedom
(stating the opposite of your own views)

We need them
Firearms guard citizens
Ammunition, taste the boston tea

The government tries to sequester liberty
Believing his great dictatorship is sturdy

A bible and gun rids us of sin
This choice an easy one
Gun freedom.

January wrapped

January deluge

Let me wrap january
Post it to you hastily

Unwrap rain and dim days
that dominate the heart of summer

Let me take you to the sixteenth
where the sky promised you sun

Opening each hour just to see
there´s none

January doesn´t laugh
but sneezes on you for the rest of the week

You almost implore the sky
to clear itself

What did you ever do for the sky
except pollute it?

Small talk

Small talk(peep into the poet´s eye)

How animated can you become commenting on the useless
Fiddling with the futile?

Can something useful appear out of bland vocal expence?
Out of cheapness promoted with our mouths and lips
empty caress
Zero Elation

Physically neglecting the hollowness of such
roadkill conversations

Can silence be viable and eyecontact desireable?
What a bore let´s stick with the weather before we
wake temptation
Nil patience

Milk and fish(wrapped refrain)

Turkish poet who did not know himself his muse was mute
He delivered milk til the local rag found his rhyme cute
His mother milked the cows daily
Cornfields kept her in like a jail
Epilepsy gripped her poet son
Military service undone
Once amonth an adder would crawl into the house by stealth
To talk to the turkish poet who did not know himself

The town postman who came to court his mum "swallow" widow
Religious moustache, energetic girl, single dad also
It went beyond "Roll in the hay"
"Poet" jealous watched him one day
Moustache went duckshooting "swamp fun"
"Poet" tracked him like on the run.
Behind the reeds the poet raised a rock split second numb
Catfish or kill the town postman who came to court his mum

Savant pâté

................Savant pâté

.................Precise salty
.......Blushing appetizing tanging
Effervescent supplant-glutinous pabulum
.......Oozing perusing uninspiring
.................Runny bland

.............Multipurposed jam

Searching for a leader

Searching for a leader

The good guy knows
how deep hope goes
He reaps and exposes
ripe revolution fists

The braveman exudes
such manly talents
None of them prove
he´s more than arrogant

The wise man humble
who out wits the spy
Often himself fumbles
stuck on asking why

Who would you choose to meddle with freedom?
Your bible inspired garden of eden?

Buisiness call

Buisiness call life
He is an animated buisiness call
Each convincing jelly like word
is tossed out like the hook on a fishing line.
His merry disposition
Thumbs and middle fingers point upwards
Rings on his digits make us believe

It´s the bartering fashion of the man.
His grip on sale´s dynamics
How he befriended leverage
value skips between currencies

His grin is trade overseas
It´s an important calling
No cure for an entrepeneur
He´s the conference optimist

Faith´s pessimist a believer in fuels
A pawn of commerce
A worshipper of the well to do
A ridiculer of artists
He embodies the selfmade buisiness call
His last words echoe "You need this loan!"
He pledges loyalty to blind capitalism
Seperating classes
Licking bank walls
Promoting the popular
Ridiculing the artistic
An affirmer of smokestacks,
sweatshops and clientele stereotypes.

Turn of the head(trilonnet)

Turn of the head(Trilonnet)

Turning your head so directly
A portrait a well carved statue
Dazzling how you astound the room

Mind´s flick drags my feel extremely
One hot brain splash all about you
Glory expression, beauty´s tune

Ounce of brown sugar smile dreamy
You, behind the desk my mind chews
Wake the dull mood destroy the gloom

Skin brightly ablush eyes agleam
Where is my heart the one you threw
Some romance is born to know doom

Oh turn of your head so slightly
Oh beat of my heart so mighty

Lebanese deal.

Lebanese furniture salesmen

Moustaches religiously extend across their faces
Jest and arabic chants.
Their bellies roundness touches grace
With wishes to grant.

Born close to israel
Gesticulation and rapid promises
The deal pales
For a sofa fit for a hippopotamus

Crying on the inside

Sad Oh she.

She the keel of the boat.
The grains of sand multicoloured.
Dropping down an inch when the waves reach them.
Drabbed with kelp
Tracks for lost crabs as the sun dries it all
No expression
Nonstop crying internally.

The incendiary

BOOM

Caught you by surprise
My aspect toward the world
made you interested enough to eye me.

You looked at me
like a soldier looks at a
catapault
A cannon
A rocket launcher

No tiny explosion will do it for you

Caught you by surprise
The glint off my steel exterior
Polish me I´m your bomb.

All colours

The parrot of all colours

You the bird not for flying
but for looking good for me.

You the beak not for speaking
but for singing to me.

I dream of your feathers
like pretty bridge graffiti.
My beak begs to tell you
and peck you sensually.

Out of the cage
into my mango tree
You my muse
Always time for thee.

Stretching her legs

Stretching her legs

Up toward the ceiling
Bring those legs with you

I enter the room- my eyes glued
I Approach a funny feeling

Flesh to good too be true

My pupils expand stealing
No longer am I the prude

I approach my hardness rude
Tell me it´s appealing

As I stare at those legs nude

A fine two course meal
A tone of skin unreal
A pose from toe to thigh...
 The Very food of my eyes.

Far off heart

Far off heart

Waves touch you like I should
If I were to happen by in my dinghy
the vessel would be smashed against the rock.

Sea spray keeps you if only I could
In a daydream Upon seagull´s wings.
Your far off heart a space my keys lock.

Sirens and mermaids sing
The sundown is a sudden shock
So near, but no accessing
On those craggy edges Heartbeats stop.

Ear muff

EARMUFFS
Speak to you
No, phones you wear
My voice nowhere
Cannot get through

I approach you despite fear
So turn away
Golden lack of care
Though you play

Great wall for my words
Invain I dare speak
You drop tongue in cheeks
Waste and fly bird

Block your ears
Shut your mouth too
cutting love is what you do
No remorse no tears.

Dance girl play deaf
Until love has left.

Pauper

Pauper(vices oh)
A pauper hanging on to a fresh loaf
It fell off the back of a bread wagon
Living each day like a broken oath
A monkey spine chasing the dragon.

Big fish!

Big fish
I´ve driven the mobs off
Hungry yobs in desperation
Cutting the cables
Electric frustration

Sending in the overdoers
and their pink gobstoppers

The overdoses
Yesterday´s nonstop tip toppers
Living off the mobs
Juggling the mods
swimming like fell frosches
Each reptile eye bug cute.

Cutting the lillies
Sending in the newts
From caviar to real fishy.

A poet´s worst

To do a poet´s worst.

Oh you friendly hurse
give me a wide birth
Out into the light

Oh you Lovely nurse
make me the lucky first
I attempted polite

Oh you half full purse
Grant 15 grams of mirth
So I can buy my kite.

Sean Evicted

Evicted was Sean
Sean Young Sean went to the big apple to realize the american dream
Next thing he knew he was out on the street it wasn´t a halfway house to what it seemed.
There´s nothing pop here cato.

It´s all about sean and his misadventure with the madhatter i mean in manhatten.
Don´t tell me you never heard of sean, sean the working class heroe? Sean the amp, shawn the steal? shawn the barbers son?

Sean the silent aitch sean the breather, sean behind the dying camel?
Sean the shooter shawn the dirty dealer sean the sure foreman the son of mr shaw, the vendor near the shore, the proof of woe, the tradecard teardrop, embodiment of scarcity, all gape no fro. The shiner at midnight. You know sean?

No true poet

He´s the chalk board
Blank, nothing, trash dust, He´s blind.(oak-epoch)
He´s the Mcdonalds hamburger image
That looks like crap in real life.(snatch-hypefox)
He´s not to be trusted a prison knife
A grimace grabbing your hand in the rubbish
A silent eye in the shadow behind your bed(Doll-motion)
Or underneath.
Ambitious reptile infatuated with sharp teeth(swallow-cold)
The souless hobo that becomes a spider at night
The oldest fraud that´s hands touched the hammer
Not a true poet just a farce rhyme gamer, not wise!!!
Sing my praises and ostracize me.

Horseman and cup(false prince)

The horseman and his cup
Trotting into the square
Fine he rides

Footsteps like promises
midday sun

Temporary honesty
midnight darkness

Two faun kids smile on the pavement
attached to each other by their fingers
They conceal a wicked truth.

The horseman bends down to freshen his horse.
Stars twinkle
The fauns steal a drink
Devil´s spawn handcuffed
Their grins waddle
The Horse licks enough
... To reach morning

The city sighs at the departure of the false prince
Hoovesteps like promises on cracked cobblestones

Intangible The horseman aka false prince aloof
Intangible the fauns and their wicked truth.

In the Debris

Of this quake.
The shockwaves of this quake are gone aren´t they?
Also will this grissly aftershock cry?
In this dank water beside debris, okay?
Or did god in all my praying pave lies?

Every Brick and beam just top layered
Has clay coloured water no sanctity?
If we only had a real sooth sayer
Advised exodus would have set us free

Nature wanted to test us most of all
And we are left destroyed cities hopeless
Can I grip the next beam or will I fall
Into still pale calm embrace or fate´s pest

This cursed earth no longer dares to tremble
This is a face noone wants to resemble.

Befriend pain

Current pain
Take it out, compass so plain
Anxiety so plain
coming in with the wind.

The shade of dim
Point your finger through it
Pin into balloon

Know pain it exists
Already planning it´s next visit soon
Make believe make pretend
Shoulders are vessels
Mind´s friction drips
wiley stress into them.

Anguish plays jump rope
your nerves partake
No mother to call it home
by dusk.

Know anguish
it´s rules and tusks
It´s an arsonist
You with the matches
Please greet it at the door.

Union(as a man and a woman come together)

No rhyme concentrated poem.

Women and men, magnets
Not from broken mirrors but
from innocence

Not like clocks
But like tides
God stranding us all
Seperating us, as meat from the bone

Women and men
Glass and wood
Chance plays in every organ
Fit love into us
A dose of inconvenient confusion

Niiave lips
Wild kisses
P.s and footnotes
Man and wife

Hopeful and expectant
Swapping seats
No comfort in the process

World´s collide
with god´s permission
Sense is sprinkled
So is insanity
between ladies and gents.

Farm girl

The farm hand
Stacking bales so high
More than enough for winter
She puts the saddle on with effort and grace
Fingertips touch between splinters
The labourers extended sigh
Eye´s catch the tan.

You can´t joy ride through the confines of the farm
Any old tristful goose can have a career
Broken bed´s inadequate shelter
Converse accompanied by folly´s silly right arm
Instinct simply doesn´t know how to steer
This tractor that belonged to her

Leverage for love

Leverage for love
I´ve got the leverage for love, notes up my sleeve
Con you right out of your clothes with a spending spree.

Life´s rough and money´s enough

Smile for a dollar
Sit, lie down, roll over
for the wad in my hand
demands you do what I told-ya

If I wear gold and bear wealth
I can ensnare your attention low stealth

The green backs in my pocket will see you in a collar
Lay back honey and smile for a dollar.

We´re not here to make art but cash in, now listen up
Rhymes win hearts´and cheeks blushing, but don´t fill the cup
With my purchase I add a few drops to the lust bucket.

Lay back honey and grin, pounds and euros your my lover
Credit is the slider the wicked lowtide rudder
Richmen do all the riding,
so smile for me
shop for free on the cards i gave you
Your Love´s for sale can you afford to see
your heart´s a wager.
Legal TENDERly

Horror on the table

Her doubts were rounded off
by the shadows of tranquility.

Her mouth had talked and scoffed
now it wouldn´t open willingly.

Shock was her entree
She cherished every mouthful
The candle flame played
In her eye fire´s jewel

Horror sat on the dinner table
Her hands leaned toward her lips
Screams that tried to leave were unable
Her face gripped by fingertips

Diamante(BOY)

                          Boy
                 Curious innocent
         Learning mistaking exploring
Irritable anxious confused unpredictable
       Transforming changing growing
             Apathetic guilt-ridden
                         MAN 

The dying thinker and feeler

The thinker and the feeler
argued on a sunbaked rock
both entwined in the same man
Totally unaware of being burned
The sun just shone all day not a whim nor a care
red with blame the dead man fliched.

Bum to where?

The bum (A ridiculous poem about a bum who is made to eat)
He was down on his luck
and just didn´t want to get touched.
Who could blame him if it´s all the same.
Though he was almost shamed.
He wanted to wander to the alcohol shop
Though his trajectory was interrupted by a sick game
No schnapps just chips for chaps
Hands out trembling lame
Not the old man you say!

Bump

Bump!
She´s glued together with coke and applause.
The limelight hides her hideousness
Under it all skin grips crooked bones that she ignores.
She makes art from the loveless kiss.

The darkness chews her soul but can´t digest it
The sensation appeals and tickles her sanity

Her Hearts a dance party for ghouls her chest´s infested
they Jump on her lover spilling collective profanity.

The lines on her face extend like her snakes of cocaine
Her complexion pales after her snorting whirr.
An angel appeared in the mirror she only saw a stain
and the pimp like fiend who was courting her
(About an image of a doll in the darkness)

Dangle (Kyrielle sonnet)

(Kyrielle)
Dangle
Where had I lost my parachute?
At the house on the hill so cute

A chairlift moved special people
Was my virtue drowning in a deep pool?

Above the roof their legs dangled
Over this hill house strange angle

The sun was bright the water cool
Does my parachute break ground rules?

Up chairlift high looking away
I wave though have nothing to say

Life´s simply a beautiful school.
If you won´t learn tell me who will?

Why hide in overalls and suits?
Get your butt on the chairlift fool!

Bloodshot apple

Hey crude want to make fun of me
illuded you want of make fun of me?
let me make it quite easy before
my rhymes get sleazy aye
I go the store to buy my bread buns
and they dont know if it´s (dez)ten or (trés)three
until today.

Want to vent have a laugh at my expense mate?
You won´t need a loupe lense to see
Just a piece of my fruitcake
at a poet´s eye afternoon tea.

Would you like to take the proverbial pee?
through this bloodshot apple see?
I have no rhymes to lend
 except to those that send
their wonderful and cunning prose and poetry!

Nameless man

The nameless man
I went up to a funky surfer not meaning to be rude
I said "have you got the time radical dude"
I went up to a lurcher and took the poodle from his lap
I said fleadom is not flea in china town chap.

I had a thousand questions so I went up to my dad
"your a teflon pan son" and "don´t let the sh*t stick lad"
I needed money so i went to the dull faced teller
His lack of personality really brought out his fella.

I went to the corner store in search of a smoke
I saw Jimmy thug having a toke
I said "Howzit" "what´s up" "How´d you be bloke"
But the guy didn´t joke.

Worship the wig.

Freedom must come at a taxfree cost
Between palm trees in Mexico and canadian frost
You can seduce liberty though only if she´s present
Or blame the commies that feels pleasant
Just don´t forget to return your wages to your boss.

Baby

Hello to baby


There´s no substitution for goo´s and gaa´s
Enrich me for I am a learning poet child
The peekaboo´s and gutchy goo five stars
I´m a poet baby intent on rhyming wild

Though I walk the talk is my verse really on parr?
Have I compromised expression all the while?
With my uncouth metaphors have I gone too far?
can I shape your face with a frown or smile?

My quest now is to put the word into it´s rightful place
Breach kindergarten walls the mature wild goose chase
Taste delicious recitals and spray onomatopeia

Meditate in cadence without falling from grace
attempt to change my diapers or run naked just incase
I´m a baby poet not a bard or a soothsayer.

New year bore.

New year bore

The numb itch isn´t it last nights excess?
Down the hatch with that waiting topshelf batch
Tis new year head space the new blessed chest?
Crack the idea but just enough to hatch.

Do Thousands glue their expectations?
Like posters across their new thought pattern
Wearing last years hairy combination
Hear the horoscopes of marvel saturn.

Will there be a chance for unhurried dreams?
Tradition is your master as you howl.
Are we animals of technology?
Hair of the sly dog feather of the owl.

Convention is so predictable
Outright and downright sure dispicable.

New year´s old garden

New year old garden

Touch the hanging branch
This first day one.
Resolution spoke
not with your mouth.

Pull the brim weed out
this new year´s sun
describe how you woke
in the same garden.

Superstition food
midnight hope numb
In dawn´s water you soak
yard ice hardens.

Illusive plesiosaur

Underwater you dare the plesiosaur

The diplodocus looks from land with envy.
The heavy neck strained from gravity.

Not this four paddled apparition as illusive as morrison´s ghost.
Flowing with the currents of the underwater valleys.
Not even scraping coral as the long neck pushes schools to the surface.
And how they collect toward the sunlight.
Requesting directions from plankton as the fancy fish frenzy
of a thousand flapping tails and gills as they feel the reptiles might.

No gravity underwater chasing all toward the waves crest.
The plesiosaur replenishes itself on easy pickings.
Not a passive creature but one of predatory zest.
Razor polite teeth and sandpaper lickings.

With a full stomach it will return to the open sea
to try megadolons and thesaurus´ like mud dwelling eels.
The only lie is in the way it glides through the darkness
partially obscuring it´s long tail which propells it with finesse.

Betula pendula

Betula pendula
White bark and peely
Fasnacht illumination
Fly agaric tends you kneeling
What a hallucination.

Like a woman´s grace
Feminine branches and complexion
The shaman makes out a face
Ginko biloba gets an erection.

The oak laughs and the pine shrugs
Sycamores crowd but Betula pushes through them
Breaks the canopy of ivy´s embracing hug.
What a magestic trunk from such a lilac like stem.

Limericks of the poetseye club

Stacy (I added jane just to make it rhyme)

There was a girl named stacy jane
who had ripe poetry running in her veins
She wrote and inspired
and created a fire
That burnt our dry disdains!

 

 The lime knee!
There was fella called Randy "candyman" nii
Replete as a gentleman with a grand goaty!
He joined this funny poet´s school
writing limericks like a rascal
drinking the madhatter´s poet-eye-tea.

 

Worship the wig(Limerick a-a-b-b-a no attention to use of syllables)

Freedom must come at a taxfree cost
Between palm trees in Mexico and canadian frost
You can seduce liberty though only if she´s present
Or blame the commies that feels pleasant
Just don´t forget to return your wages to your boss.