if the Broncos are to win this Friday
night
the intensity of their play must be
right
they'll need full commitment in the
fight
half measures won't cut a victory's
light

the Storm never give an inch on the
field
that why they've held football's top
shield
they keep the pressure on and don't
yield
each member of the team up to the job's
wield

possession of the ball determining the
game
any player slackening off will bear
blame
the premiership's battle is there to
tame
so we'll see a dour contest that's not
lame

less than forty hours to go before the rivals
meet
where footy fans shall experience quite a
treat
the ref's whistle calling upon the vying
beat
there'll be fireworks and no team going into
retreat

My love was not a one night stand
Why do you always tend to pretend?
I am no ****** nor a player of hearts
Yet you've judged me from the start
Why do you not trust me, like I do
You said we'll be one, but now we are two
Love is all I give with my loyalty and care
Everything I have, I talk it out and share
But you do not show any love, nor affection
Rudeness and fights are often the reaction
Everyday, you want me in your bed
Lusting your desires till the nights end
I am not a pretender, when I say I am in pain
Yet, you mock and taunt me again and again
Sooner you might understand, why I've left you
On my face each day the heavy smokes you blew
I'm a human, but you turned me into a moaning doll
Your language had turned ****** whenever you call
You couldn't take the defeat,
                             that I walked out of your life
So you stabbed me hard with a kitchen knife
I survived, now recovering on the hospital bed
Writing a poem to post, as you might think I am dead...*


©sim

shivers fill the bellies of oceans
              swell to skies their wailing waves
rivers curdle in fear turning black
     reflecting dark demonic clouds of hate

             from a crack in clouds
             peeks a helpless sun

in the deathly silence of vales
                          line rowdy chariots of war
murderous to be pursuit of wheels
          more Earth to be stained with blood

My mother thinks I'm a doctor
I just don't have the guts
To tell her I spent all my college doe
On beer, wine, women and such

So after I faked my graduation
Said I was moving to the South
To help the less fortunate among us
Another lie I let slip out

I'm now in the south of Florida
Where some may call me a ***
Living in a citrus grove along the coast
Not answering to anyone

It's really not such a bad life
This do nothing life I've made
I hear Moms proud of me at afternoon tea
Telling the girls of all the lives I save

I do my share of dumpster diving
That's where I got the idea
Behind a real doctors office one day
With some of their stationary I nabbed

I did a little doctoring
After all I do play one in Moms mind
Doesn't look too lame where I inserted my name
Then wrote my Mom about the kids and the wife

I've created such an elaborate charade
It's now gotten all out of hand
As I panhandle my way up and down
The Sunshine states surf and sand

Mom now says she wants to visit
Can't wait to meet the wife and kids
Don't know how I let it get this crazy
And how it all lead up to this

Now I'm scrambling to find a vacant house and a woman
With a couple of kids that look just like me
That can go along with a ruse for a week in mid-June
Since I told her that's when  I'd be free

I'm thinking I should of studied in college
Instead of being this mind numbing huckster
Telling lie after deepening lie
Just so my Mother would think I'm a doctor