I remember being a new-born lamb
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam off, new ones were born,
but I knew my ma's love would never cease
I turn to her for comfort but, she's gone.
Ma! Ma! I had a Ma! I bleat, I did!
Nose down, I search cropped grass for where she's hid...
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got
it swirled round and round and got up his nose,
He, Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!
So fellas now you know on your last shot
when you wonder why your thingy don't grow
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got...
Although it kinda puts you on the spot
there's this secret not many of you know
He Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!
Yeah, yeah, it's tiresome when you get hot
and nothing's happening just down below
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got,
And you're gonna get nought but diddly squat
so I guess you've just gotta go with God's flow,
He Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!
So, where's Adam in this, him? I forgot,
Perhaps he's looking hard as he seeks Eve's glow
God spilled that glow of magic dust He'd got
And Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot...
A villanelle.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
Some rely on cleaning machines
the vacuum to **** up the dust,
and one to scrub floors gleaming clean
replacing same when those get bust.
A hammer, these, to crack that nut
as I think of the leccy price
you can hear me go tut tut tut
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.
No smart sweat-top, nor cut off jeans
but **** nekked I swing my ****
to make dust motes fly in sun beams
my mind flies with these, as it must...
momentarily, till I'm pushed
by brush in hand and in a trice
I'm back to Earth to strut my stuff
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.
A cloth, Acdo, a mop some bleach
my **** high nose down as I scrub,
recalling grandma's quick brief screach
quickly cured by her back-hand rub.
The bleach does it to me, I blub,
at memories that sting enticed,
as I rinse out my cloth in the tub,
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.
Not for me the machine's hub-hub
If offered I say " ain't my vice "
I'll keep my Aladdin's lamp to rub
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
The big-bang blew out this universe
from bubblegum blown by some deity,
huge non-existent lips were pursed
then blew and blew with some great glee
then quarks and electrons came to be
from its spittle as the bubble grew
but the thing which is chewing on me
what did Newton's Third Law get to do?
Coz, I've heard there's no front nor obverse,
or insides to a singularity,
nothing for the Third to push in reverse
no equal and opposite reaction, see?
But still something blows and with glee
thick as a Plank I haven't a clue,
my head aches now, that's reality,
out of nothing a universe spewed?
When I was a kid, mother got terse
and berated me if I chewed chewy,
she'd not shout nor stamp and not curse
just say " mucky stuff, waste o' money."
But she got a laugh thought it funny
when inevitably my bubble blew,
and left my face gummed and clarty
but if this bubble bursts, I guess we're *******
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
" On the ground! " was screamed at the man in flames
the police were baffled at what could be done,
" get down on the ground !" was screamed yet again
Their guns pointing as the man writhed in pain
why should they care it's not their Bro' or son
" on the ground! " was screamed at the man in flames,
I guess the policemen felt kinda lame
a burning man is no threat to anyone,
" but, down on the ground! " was screamed yet again
Burning tendons stretched his hands up in vain
there was no way the burning man could run
" down on the ground " screamed at the man in flames,
Hands holding guns began to show the strain
as burning fats flared to outshine the sun
but, " down on the ground " was screamed yet again
Later their bosses played the old blame game
But the police were lost totally stunned,
" On the ground " was screamed at the man in flames
And " down on the ground " was screamed yet again.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 3:56 AM UTC
He carries round his window cleaning gear
whistling some well known bohemian air,
wears gold earrings, (street cred' is now so dear)
and runs up his ladders like bedroom stairs.
Tanned and sleek, full of self-confident wealth,
he growls, '' you're next !" (in hope to hear a purr?)
rippling muscles, bouncing around with health,
with a chest full of lush, gorilla, fur...
He cleans windows like an athletic cat
stalks those streets, an animal on the hunt,
but I know the repertoire, all the chat,
and the ****** way he says '' back'n front ? ''
'' Shall I do your inside's, there's not a spot missed? ''
As I'm paying him I think, '' Yeah... as if! ''
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 1:01 PM UTC
Though the Oomegoolie bird was well endowed
it made its nest among sharp cacti plants
then caws out oomegoolies very loud,
On return to his nest ***** and proud,
to bill and coo to find then squeak, " I can't "
tho' the Oomegoolie bird was well endowed...
So he lived, celibate, not on a cloud
no Ma to confide, no sis, Pa, or aunt
tho' he cawed out oomegoolies very loud,
And no mate to mate that he could've wowed
his world lacked even a sniff of talent
tho' the Oomegoolie bird was well endowed,
That's why you'll not see these flock like a crowd
and twitchers sightings are now somewhat scant
tho' he cawed oomegoolies very loud,
Wrap him stiff, at last, in his spiky shroud
There was no hope for this would be gallant,
Tho' he cawed oomegoolies very loud
The Oomegoolie bird was well endowed.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC
I regaled my land with thunderings of merriment
lighting my dark chuckles with bright flash of wit,
I tickled trees, seas, oceans, till my joke was spent
then rested to gather strengths to blow my season's blitz.
Now I blast you foul storms your puny ambitions befit,
as I reign over you tempestuously crack and clap
your puny stone buildings I will blast and split
and rend your clothes and silly flags to scraps, as they flap...
I blame you, you blustering creatures, for downpouring of my ire
you forever chasing seasons of ease,
climbing up for the secret of eternal fire,
to power your life and turn my gales to balmy breeze...
How dare you make my clouds weep, with stormy seeds,
I am the life spreading Storm, you cannot control,
I view you shower as a damping turbulent disease
but, it may be, you do have a role?
I will blow you down to a gory smear
across your burnt and blasted arid lands,
till nothing remains not even a tear
then scour you gone with my whirlwinding sands.
Your poisoned flesh, not fit for Earth's viands,
but your bones, your dry bleached bones
will nourish my green and pleasant sphere,
till then I shall weather your howling, squalid, moans.
Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 3:03 AM UTC