Mad Woman, Leave me Alone!
Mad woman, leave me alone
When I tell a joke, you throw a fit
And frown and scowl and moan
Category: Short Poems
Negativity Poem
Bad People
They Swear a lot
They don’t Care a lot
They Spam a lot
They Jam a lot.
KRAW T’CHI
The rising sun faces
The sickening moon
And the fires in the engines
Go on one by one
I Was A Rasta
I was a Rasta, a Taoist, Zen, Christian, Buddhist, Pagan Homeless, poor, yet wealthy and landed My forebears knew Christ, yet the horned god
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I HAVE SEEN MY TRUE SOUL.
I have seen my true soul:
It is neither young nor old
Neither rich nor poor
Neither a believer nor an atheist
HUMAN WEED.
Working in gardens
Tangle of weeds menaces at me
Parched soil where weeds are concreted in
Arthur’s Castle
Thunder from a jar
Lies
Stored
Taken from afar
Lies
FRAGMENTS.
Fragments of life is all we have.
Crazy-Paving-Yellowbrick shithouse
Road to Nowhere Everywhere
Shining crock of golden shit
Fools no-one
Everyone loves it.
Evidently, Donkey Town
The bloney traffic’s bloney slow
Everywhere you bloney go
The bloney Social’s bloney tight
The thugs in pubs all love to fight
Enough Conceit.
Yak yak yatter
Nic nik natter
How I hate the chit and chatter
Aimless as starlings
Pointless as meteorites
Abstract trajectories
EARTH CHILD.
Before the wind kissed my feet
I tied ten blessings in a sheet
Cursed by a crow, carried afar
Don’t call me on Tuesday my socks are neat
Ten thousand crushed cataclysmic catacombs
I thought you had wallpaper paste in your hair
It was a drowned apocalypso downed your daisies at dawn anti-cymex egg-smeller!!
It was you megalithic monolithic van der Graff
Island of the Disabled
As I go on my round of late
I see bodies, with shambling gaite
I wonder, do they suffer the cramp?
Dark Gardens of the Empyrean
MEETING ON THE BANKS OF THE NILE
YOU COULD SEE PEOPLE GOING PAST ON BENCHES
WE MOVED, AND ROLLED THE LAWN FOR THEM
‘Crow’-magnon
Shining bright over Moytura
A glistening sea of spears and blades
In the dark, denizens illuminate
Come Closer
You sat
Like a cat
Blue eyed and
Perfectly relaxed.
CHRIS IS A VERY SPECIAL GUY
YOU WANT TO KNOW AND ASK ME WHY?
Because he is humorous and always funny
Even if he has not much money
(Untitled.)
Carried on a dragon’s back
Into oncoming clouds
The ground is very far away
Hear the thunder’s loud!
Blitzkreig Baby
In Social Insecurity
They read out your name like a curse
Like they’re announcing the plague, a disease
SIR GAVIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT
