A
Blistering
Cold
Destroys
Enough
Fruition

Good
Heat
In (turn)
Justly
Kills
Larvae

Maggots
Nourish
Only
Plentiful­
Quarry (and)
Returns
Stores
To
Usage

Vile
Winters
Xacerbate
Yellowing
Zeal

Humankind
Look about you; and what do you see?
A group of people like you and me.

Some are fat and some are thin
All are just covered in a layer of skin

Shall we go deeper into the flesh?
Take a look at what they possess.

Anatomically defined, humankind
Mankind intertwined, designed thus, us

Are we good are we bad?
Do we want all that we have?

Do we need or is it greed?
When we proceed to overfeed

Unrestrained indifference to consumerism
Leaves us open to malfeasance, and our skin wrinkles.

But fear not, the answer is to be found in a ***!
Only £€$¥ 9.99 and that wrinkle is smoothed.

So, buy today and it will go away.
And all of us will one day die and turn to dust.

And all we buy will fade and rust
And love will never be enough

A
Nights silence
Hides the days noises
A
Nights darkness
Covers the days brightness
A
Nights sky
Yields to days sunrise

Snow fell today and cleansed the ground, in a shroud of white.
As quickly as the snow came it disappeared.
As quickly as the ground was made clean
it was dirtied by the living.
Dirt, fumes and car tracks sullied the linen white earth.
Nothing stayed today,
not the snow,
not the footprints,
not the cold wind blown faces of children.
Nothing good can stay.
But, for an hour the ground and day became pristine.
A cold, weak sun shone on the glittering snow
Like the first winter snowdrops promising a spring,
weak  winter sun promised better days.
Snowdrops the striking bloom of the winter months,
lifted up their delicate heads in a blanket of blue white drops.
So, snow fell like spilt milk, and snow melted away.
But, the snowdrops ‘milk flower of the snow’ stayed.

Roses are red, they’re also pink
Which led me to think are violets blue?
Never the first choice at valentines,
shrinking away under their many hues

If I were a violet I’d leave the flower bed
Get a horticultural shrink to diagnose my head
No one wants violet they just want rose
Whatever Happened to Flower Violet?

Pretty in spring
Forgotten in summer
Discarded by autumn
Dead in winter

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Let me sharpen this knife
I want to gut you.

© JLB
08/02/2018
03:44 GMT

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My love is a gun
And the bullet’s for you