Love on
The rocks
My whiskey
Friend
Drowning
My sorrow
Till the end.

My little
Spirit
My bundle
Of fun
Love on
The rocks
With a bottle
Of ***

Our days
We’re numbered
Falling apart
Love on the
Rocks
No fresh start.

We parted ways
Our spirit ran dry
Tears of gin
Had made us cry

Love on the rocks
Lost in time
Cheers my friend
I’ll have a bottle of wine.

Light went out
wonderful
Friend
A bundle
Of fun
She was my
Mum.

Centre of the
Family tree a
Lovely woman
To my sister
And me.

Light went out
Memories will stay
She installed in us
To live everyday.

She took her
Memories
To her grave.

All this rain
I’m going
To buy a gnu.
Shall I buy a
Saddle or maybe
A paddle
I will leave it
Up to you.

Dik dik
And eft
The newt
Don’t like
This ******
Weather
So they brought
A canoe or was it
A gnu

I’m lost
Mummy where
Are you?

Elvis Presley
Janis Joplin
Buddy holly
All dead
Now residing
In my shed

Glen Campbell
Johnny cash
Kenny Roger’s
All dead
Now residing
In my shed

Tina turner
Malcolm young
Ginger baker
All dead
Now residing
In my shed

Not a quiet moment
To be had
With all these people
Never sad
I forgot to tell
I to is dead
That is why
I reside
inside
my shed.

Alice cooper
Neil diamond
Eric Clapton
Not quite dead
That’s why there
Not residing
In my shed.

Ride a white swan
Life’s lost its charm
Take some ******
Then self harm
Please don’t judge
Me with scorn
Never really given a ****
Since the day
I was born.

Isolation
*******
Fill the screen
With ****
Never really given a ****
Since the day
I was born

Then one day
I had a bit of luck
Turning of the tide
Then the world engulfed
Me yes
I died.
Was I an
Angel with a ***** face
Or was I just
Misplaced .

Poet surfer
After reviews
Thousands
A day
That will do.
Problem is
Do you
Have to be
Good
Most poetry
Is there
And
misunderstood.

Cornfields
Of gold
Enigma
Of stone
Bees on
The wing
Hear the
Drone.
Meadows
green
Birds
Do sing
Is this
What nature
Brings.
River banks
Full of life
Down country
Path
walks
Husband and wife.
Combine harvester
Doing its thing
On cornfields
Made of gold
Everything dies
In nature
It’s a part of
Getting old