The poetry graveyard
They call delete
Millions of words written
None shall meet.
Sentences
nouns and verbs
All forgotten
Never to be disturbed.
Poetry written
not to be read
Into the graveyard
Along with the dead.

The snail entered
A twenty five mile race.
Wow the snail started
At a reasonable pace.
The participants were
Passing the winning line
Bernard the snail was still
Well behind.
All the runners had
All gone home
Good ole Bernard
In the race all alone.
Two years later in the
Pouring rain
Bernard had to stop
He was in too much pain
Two miles into the race
He was doing  quite well,
When a boot came out
And crushed his shell
Poor ole Bernard
He didn’t pull the plug
He finished ten years later
As a rather fit slug.

Look me dear
I don’t give a ****
Our lives together
Has been one big sham.
You started the lies
When you said I do
You slept with me
Then the vicar too.
I knew of your hurtful
Wicked ways
I too slept with her
And I still do today.

In every breath
There lives a cry
All I can taste
Is all of your lies.
In every word
A web you weave
Cryptic prose
All out to deceive.
The sound of your voice
Is twisted with fear
What comes out
I will not adhere.
What do you see
When you look at me
Im stuck in your web
Trying to break free.
In every look
Your totally blind
Why were you made
So awfully unkind.

I will remember
You in high esteem,
Upright and smart
Always clean.
Never a bad word
Perfect prose
You were the star
In my picture show.
You were the sparkle
Inside my perfect dream,
We went together
Like peaches and cream.
They will cremate your body
Your flesh will burn
Then  they give me your
Ashes in a silvery urn.
Your memories will dance
With the stars that shine
Wonderful person
Loving and kind.

Running into the forest
I was skinny as a rake
The story starts here
It was a stupid mistake.
I had not eaten
Became very weak
I came across this cabin
Thats when I heard
That shriek.
The door opened wide
Appeared a woman in white
Nothing seemed natural
Nothing seemed right.
I slept through the night
The sun rose at dawn
Then what I saw
I wish I had
never been born.
The woman of the cabin
Had no flesh on her bones
All of a sudden felt oh so alone
With her out stretched hand
She took me to her bed
This was when I realised
I to was dead.

The fragrance
of the meadow
Walking the
bridal path
Me my
partner we’re having
A laugh,
She looked at me
With a smile
On her face,
Then all of a sudden
Everything went black
My beautiful woman
Died of a heart attack.