See the love
that you offer
has been bought
and been paid for
and I won't get caught
won't get played more
than I have to

see all my dreams
go unanswered
and the shame's
just an afterthought
and all those hills
that I climb up
when I lay down
please don't speak up
more than you have to

cuz I've held love beside me
let her dream let her sigh see
and she's dying inside me
right now

so I won't dream
more than I have to
I'll just be quiet
and wait
til I go home


©2003 Lyn

'What happens to bad poets
when they die?'
'Aye, tis a good question,'
says the sotted brute
wavin his hand
whilst spittle flyin
with most syllables
'I yam told bad poets
stew in alphabet soup
and get eaten by
old grannies for
all eternity'
'I eard that one
but seems a waste
of good soup'
'Aye, and why de grannies
get involved it's a
misog misog
a ting against
women I'll bet'
'Well then, what might
you think?'
says the innkeeper
to the quiet sod
at the end of the bar
'Eh..I should think
they'd go with the good ones
cuz I'll be ******
if I can tell the difference'
'Aye' says all 'aye'


©2012 Lyn

My darling dear I love you
oh honey I've got it bad
but no more maybe baby
cuz I know that makes you mad

let's sit upon the sofa seat
I have something to say
I bought some bread
a loaf a wheat
that expired yesterday

and it makes me feel so needed
when you tell me what to do
your instructions have been heeded
please don't scream luv, I hear you

doll, your bossiness endears me
and your rudeness I deserve
and I love the way
you squint and say
what you looking at you perv

dearest pumpkin, let me say this
from the moment that we met
I have hungered for our first kiss
have you decided on that yet?

cuz your perfume wakes my senses
it alerts me when your near
sweets, I have no more defenses
just my quick reflexive fear!


©2012 Lyn