No more treats
No more walks
Fourteen years
Side by side.
Memories I will treasure
Walking with you
been a pleasure,
This Faithful hound
Today she died
Tears this morning
I have cried
Now I must get on
With the rest of my life
The demise of old hound
My faithful wife. (Pug)

Branded a coward
I wouldn't fight
Killing oh killing
Is not morally right.
Chicken they call me
Cluck cluck cluck
I'm not fighting and
I don't give a f-ck
Up against thee establishment
Trouble maker I
shot at dawn don't understand why.

Mona Lisa
Eyeball pleaser
My lady of the lake
Kissing your lips
Touching  your ****
I'll even bake you a cake.
Squeeze of lemon
Some orange peel
eyeball ingredience
To make me feel real.
sweet mona sweet mona
A frozen file
open up and blossom
Please Stay awhile,
Still dreaming of my Mona Lisa
Elegant chic one eyeball pleaser,
Walk down the high street
All heads would turn
But stuck in that frame
I shall always yearn

You guys write
Creative right.
But where is all the funny,
Did sense of humour really die
Or does it not make any money.
Stories in poetic land
With little twist and turn
In every writers arsenal
Writing humour we must learn

One brick left
When once a wall,
Fallen from sight
When once So tall.
a tiled hat
Windows as eyes,
Proud I was
As people passed by.
My family around me
All grounded to dust
Lonely as I,now die I must.

Talons crushing
Unstable thoughts,
Synapses and Demons
make love,
Looking into dark abyss
Needing a little shove.
Tight rope walking
Between two lobes
Holding acid pole
waltzing with unstable thoughts
burns thee inner soul

Dark dreams
Red streams
Black roses
Humans screams

Mothers fathers
Sons and daughters
Black roses
Human slaughter

Fallen seeds
Hearts bled
Black roses
Soil been fed