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I daren't call myself a poet,
and I daren't call the words
I haplessly string together
*poetry.
 Sep 2015 Mak Waddle
Sam Temple
impassioned fascists lash facts
together working to bash
brash young activists
envisioning a lasting planet
******, Janet
congress loves the Jews
and the blues of today
means we’ve all flown
over nests impressed
with obese flying flesh..
resting festival goers flow
over Bohemian Grove
with row boats toting
goat cheese
and if it please the court
I will bring back Bermuda Shorts
and with elegant reports  on contortionist’s
abortion risks and whisk farm fresh eggs
with Barbie Doll legs in May
under the sway of a fine cognac
Black light heart attack on the first night
after the fourth Blood Moon
bring gloom to the tomb  of the unknown
soldier, whose older brother
drank Folders crystals whilst *******
about the listless whisperers
still recklessly wishing for some
environmental recognition or maybe
a shift in the disposition
towards deep sea net fishing
and phishing scammers flooding servers
in service of the undeserving
reservationists……..
native brethren living together in
harmonious balance
with the nature around us
astounds me
and if’n we could only see
that, peacefully
we could be free….
is it only a dream to me
as if Frank and I
were going home,
together –
 Sep 2015 Mak Waddle
Sky
Welcome home, beasties
Welcome back to the rooms
that you've carved into the hollows of my brain.

Welcome home, beasties
I've missed the sounds
of you screaming and stomping.

Welcome home, beasties
I'm glad to welcome you back
to the thin water slides of my veins.

Welcome back, beasties
Did you learn the definition
of sarcasm while you were away?
sometimes I wish broken hearts
could be seen with the naked eye,
like how you see flesh wounds and plaster.
Maybe if her pain was visible,
he could finally see that he is without excuse
for all the damage he caused her.

*v.g
For my dearest friend.
I want to cry
but I just sigh
I thought it was something
And now I see it was nothing
You were sweet, amazing in fact
And now I see it was all an act
Now your words hurt me
Actually, hurt me from the start
But I didn't want to tell you
Didn't want to break your heart
Now I see you just broke mine
I want to tell you everything I wanted to say
I do till this day..
I was once sorry
And now
Are you?
 Sep 2015 Mak Waddle
GaryFairy
the world is so backward
being forward puts you behind
looking upward, toward the heavens
hoping to find an outward shine
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