Bad night’s sleep poem
30 July 2021

Night fine, sleeping pill wine.
Night ongoing, glowing.
Night done, muddy caff numb.
Don’t worry, driving hurry.
Rhyme, be there in time.
Sign I need head, feet to align.

Poet Tree (A Lowku)
30 July 2021

Maltreated goth,
Needed a hit with his m'oth.
Cocoon spooned.

Sweetness
27 July 2021

You are sweetness I  tasted.
Summer sun, winter nog, green so strung.
Fall orange my heart dated,
Golden bells my song that you rung.

Silk sheets you made for my night bed.
Clouds locking blue sky overhead.
Dancing in wind candied tassels,
Gleaming with caramel sash.

Sugared trees with bright apples.
Keys to honey life ****.
Streams of pure dapple.
Spices melting my heart.

Darling you hold my spirit,
Free from madness and dark.
Sweet as moon light fritter,
You are the net holds my heart.

❤️❤️❤️🎸

Age
25 July 2021

Heavy airs abating.
Disease of diseases gating.
Sounds of sounds fading.
Light of lights evading.
Ridicule invading.
Use of use more less.
Shaking now our test.
Moving very slow,
Nowhere left to go.

Darwin’s poem said,
Inevitable you be dead.
Heaven or hell presumed,
As the fires consume.

Others still have chores.
Zero is our score.
Love, our fire escape.
Blessed if that’s your fate.

Living life full long,
Loving keeps me strong.
Forgive who long life live.
They their best still give.
Remember to forgive.

When You Are Not Sure
24 July 2021

Doubt hindered my progress.
Opportunity at the margins.
Now I may have less,
Than I should bargain.
We took a risk and won.
So much undone now done.
Let’s take the chance.
Come close, let’s dance.
So cute in those pants.
Let’s take a chance.
You had me first glance.

Happy Endings
23 July 2021


Submerged every moment,
Heaven wish eternal.
Sovereign love we all share,
Golden life maternal.
Generations joy dare,
No beginning end lent.
Love intense in times spent.

Mistaken identity
22 July 2022


Orange juice on my fly,
No sleep in my eyes.
Scotch spilt on my shoes,
Reading last week’s news.

Coveralls, oily wrench,
Catching lunch park bench.
Lip kissing my best friend,
“Oh! He’s one of them”.

Left my keys at bar,
Breaking into car.
Checking a back seat,
Now I’m peeking Pete.

Naked in the dark,
Cop says nasty lark.
Holding the water hose,
Sprayed on my own clothes.

Food left on my face,
Shoes still unlaced,
Shirt ripped and torn,
Mistaken? Lots of scorn!

Candles on my cake,
Heirs can hardly wait.
Writing this sad poem.
Should’a stayed at home.