I miss the fog
I miss the fish
I miss the smell
Inside the dish.
I miss the voices
Inside my head
I miss my friends
who i presume dead.
I miss the patterns
That tarnish the wood,
There’s now nothing
Where once I stood.
I miss the scent
I miss the smile
On this lake
I will fish awhile

Lost and found
circles and squares
Sadness happiness
Bananas and pears.
Gingerbread candy bars
Marmalade or jam
Never make judgements
Even when you can.

Milk and honey
Food for thought
Long and the tall
Of it ,the
Fat and the short.
Frogs and toads
To perfect lovers
Don’t judge a book
By its ****** cover.

Everything is nothing
Badness  is good
Loneliness is loneliness
Just all misunderstood.

Hallelujah brothers
The salivating army
Is coming through.

They call  me 24 watts
Just a little dim.
They like a bit of banter
My proper name is
Bill.
I Have a sister
She likes to eat cake
Her name is
Victoria Sponge
And is skinny as
A shovel.
My brother Jack
Lived in a box
When you took
The lid off
He stayed
where he was.
We all had the
same mother
But had different dads
Mum just liked a change
We’re happy about this.

This sign post
Cannot be read
To late your
******* dead.

Shadows
returning
They cannot
Turn
Shadows of the
Devil
Forever they
Burn
They march
To hell
No liberty
Bell.
They did
their deed
On the living
They feed
The devils shadows
They shall not bleed.
Being good
Do not cower
The shadows
Of the devil
Cannot devour.

Thee elusive
Butterfly
You
Catch it
You
die

Any day
When mothers
die
Our worlds
Stop turning
We begin to cry.

Mothers do
not fade
and die
They live
with you
With
love
inside.

Mothers whom
We hold dear
They do live
In every tear.

When we cry
She’s still there
Thoughts
of her
We must share.

My mum still lives
Inside my prose,
She’s in
the wind
When the
cold winds blow,
She can never ever part
Our mothers are,
Our beating hearts

Started at the top
Downward slide
All my happenings
Fell away wide.
Falling with gravity
Everything’s
A tragedy.
Spiralling emotions
Looking Into the abyss
Darkness is looming
Death won’t go amiss.
Kneeling at the edge
Of doom
There is no turning back
As Im falling
Everything went
Coldly black.

Father Christmas
Needed to retire
Problem was he didn’t
Know how to fulfill
His desires.
Father Christmas
Not savvy to the world
Wanted to get married
To a lovely young girl
Three lovely beauties
Heaven had sent
Down in the pub
He used to frequent
He asked his mate
Which woman was best
His mate said Santa
Set them a test.
You got lots of money
Your a billionaire
Give them 2 million each
And see how they fare,
One who does best
Next year you shall wed.
Santa asked Wendy
What she did with her money
She kissed Santa gave him a hug
Said she spent the money on
Drink and drugs
Santa asked Marie
What she did with her dollars
She said lost it all gambling
Santa said Thats hard to swallow.
Santa asked Betty what
she did with the cash
She said she invested it
Made a 8 million stash.
Who did Santa marry
and was such a huge hit.
It was always going to be
The blonde
with ****** *******

Sunday morning nightmare
Head do's throb
Drunk a bottle of whisky
At least twenty shots.
Sunday morning nightmare
There’s nothing queer as folk
Went to bed with a woman
But woke up with a bloke.
Sunday morning nightmare
Trying to be quite as a mouse
Where the **** am I
This ain’t my ****** house.
Sunday morning nightmare
The wife didn’t look so glum
She said you *******
You weren’t having all the fun.
Sunday morning nightmare
We walked slowly back home
Went to our beds
And slept
soundly alone.

When i look at you
The sun is always shining
The butterflies hit
The clocks are chiming
I can't wait to make
Love to you
So be tender
Understand my mind
Then I can create a future
Which I can be kind.

Monday was lovely
Tuesday was fine
Wednesday was beautiful
Thursday so kind
Friday is such a nymph
Saturday was blessed
Sunday came round
I needed a rest.

Women care
About their  hair
It makes them feel good
To the male of the species
They just wish they could

Tinker tailor
Soldier spy
Opened
A laundrette
To wash and dry.
Contact this
Foursome
If you need
Something
Washed out
Of your life,
Maybe a mother in law
Maybe your wife.
Contract washing
Cleansing out
Phone the laundry
We’re out and about

Hippos and the Elephants
Arranged a charity
football match
The pitch was laid
Goals were put in
Supporters came along
Wow they could sing.
Hippos won the toss
Decided to
Kick of
Left to
right.
The whistle
blew
The game
was tight.
A slow drawn affair
Played into the night,
Sixty ***** later
Everything trampled
Insight.
The referee blew the
Final whistle and
Started a fight.
0-0 was the final score
Nine hours of play
For a ****** draw,
Next match is between
The alligators
And the lions
This is a ticket
Im not buying.

Cricket match
Between the
Giraffes and the tigers
Supporters turned up
None the ****** wiser
They mowed the grass
The distance a chain
Guess what
Being
Cricket down
came the rain,
Out came the sun
The fun began,
Top of their
Voices the
Supporters sang.
Umpire called play
It was doomed to fail
The giraffes went ate
The wickets and the bails
Tigers were angry they
Did not laugh
They went and ate those
Naughty Giraffes
The umpire drew aside
Went home and committed
Suicide
In the sun
I Didn’t know cricket
Was so much fun

I can do magic
Disappear this
Disappear That
Can’t do pulling
The rabbit out
The hat.
I’ll tell you what’s
Magic lots of fun
When me pants
Come down
And pull a hair
Out me ***

Met a little man
And his little son
Met a little girl
Met her little mum
They had a little house
It seems such fun.
They had a little garden
With flowers and a swing
With my big foot
I squashed everything.
Big friendly giant
Yes Thats me
Clumsy as ****
Don’t you agree.

Millions of rhymes
Going round
Inside my head
Some about the
Living
Some about the
Dead but
Mostly
from
The
words
I’ve read.
I am tired
Going to draw
The line
This is Guinness
Number nine.
**** I haven’t
Fed the cat
Never mind.
Because Thats
Just that.

I’m a little pawn
On a chess board
Wanting to be
king for the day.
Moving left
Moving right
Always getting
Killed
By that
Nasty knight.
When I awake
Inside another game
Every time
I get ****** slain.
I think the queen
She’s on the take
I do hope I
Don’t make
The same mistake.
I am a little pawn
In a little square
Moving black
Moving white
Made the same mistake
Oh ****** *****.

There’s horror
Coming out
Of the lake
Of tears,
The hunting
Trip
Turned
Rather queer.
Found a
Cabin
Deep in the
Woods
Those creatures
From hell never
Understood.
Blood didn’t
Run through veins
The living had
to endure their
Pain.
The sun came up
Dissipated fears
They Wandered back
To the lake of tears.

Knew a girl
Called Mabel
Two wooden
Legs short
Of a table.
Legs made of
Ash
She made some
Cash
By drinking
People under
The table.

Aunty Mary
Had a canary
Half way down
Her draws
It was there
For 25 years
And won the
Victoria cross

Living in a *** hole
Middle of the road
Me and my mate
Jeremy  
the
A D H T toad.
Man it was hectic
Stupidly inane
The Heavens
opened one day
Toady was
Never to be
seen again.
Poor old
Jeremy
washed
down
The  ******
drain.
Life in that
Pothole
Was so
Fantastically
Insane.

Thrill seeker me
I jumped of a kerb
Me and my tiny
Brain thought
It was superb.
Life don’t exist
If you say
I can’t
Take it from me
This thrill seeker
Ant

Im walking
With my women
She’s holding
My hand.
Im Feeling
Ten foot tall
She’s looking
Rather grand.
Couple of
Gay lovers
Been out
for the day,
Now it’s falling
Evening time
We’re going
To dance the
Night away.
After
doing all
Those
Nice
things
above,
We are
Going
undercover
To make
crazy
Love.

All the years
I kicked a ball
All the years
I won **** all.
Always a loser
Every week
We got
Thrashed
we
Got well
beat.
The crowd would
Shout  chants
From their seats
With disapproval
Stamp their feet.
We didn’t
want fortune
Notoriety or fame
We just liked to play
The beautiful game.
We weren’t losers
Not with our crowd
Maybe if we had
A good striker
We could have
Made
Them proud.

Living in
a beat box
Jumping up
and down
Listening to
heavy metal
What a
cracking sound.
Living in
a beat box
The circling
has begun
Listening to
the grungy
Songs,
The party
has begun.
Living in
a beatbox
The neighbours
had There say
Both of
them stayed
The night
And rocked
the joint away.

Walked a
crooked mile
Climbed a
crooked stile
Had a
crooked we we
All with a
crooked smile.
Went through
a crooked door
Said hello to
my crooked wife
I’ve never
been so
crooked Drunk
in my entire life.
Fell into my
crooked bed
Then the room
went crooked
Inside my
Spinning head
Then up come
the crooked Food
that I been
duly fed
I’d been to a
Crooked party
Hosted by
Crooked people
In a city
Called Salisbury
That has a
Crooked steeple.

I’m Still running,
Running
Up the track,
Being **** scared
Never looking
Back.
Stations to the
Left of me,
Stations to the
Right
Still I’m running
All through
The ****** night.
See
I was sitting
On the
Pub wall
Drinking
Lots of cider,
Then out of a
Tree
Came a
ten ton
Spider.

Owl and the ***** cat
Went to sea on
the Titanic,
Two gay
lovers
Both a
little manic.
Ollie liked
poppy juice
Sylvester
liked dope
Both on a sinking
Ship Thats given
Up hope.
Ollie spread
her wings
Sylvester got
on back
Flew of into
the sunset
Now thats a
Spunky cat.

Tourette’s
Sporting day
All events
Slowly underway
Stadium full
Big All seater
First event
100 metres
Starter raises
His gun aloft
On your marks
Get set
Now *******.

Jack the stripper
Liked to ****
While
In the ****
With his women
He didn’t grapple
Just slit there throats
In sunny Whitechapel.
Jack looked good
in his birthday suit
Liked them young
Liked them cute
Killing naked
Was his way a
Serial killer at night
A stripper by day.

Went to a party
On a cruise,
Lovely
Ladies
And a mountain
Of *****.
All inclusive
Nothing to lose
******* dressed
Ladies
Bathing in *****.
Tickets on sale
For next year
Not taking
my woman
Nor me
own
Beer
Can’t wait
For next years
***** Cruise
Already getting
Withdrawal blues.

Going back
to the
Point of
my birth
To ****
the child
So  it will
not have
To endure
the hurt.
I know we can
Choose
our paths
Sadness
and hurt
Prevails,
If I could
**** myself
So not to suffer
These ails.

We are not
Consulted
If we wanted life
I got first prize
This little
*****
Was fertilised.

Nine months in
A darken  room
On me own inside
My Mothers
womb
I popped
out 11th
Of June
Just a baby
a ******* loon.

Got to go back
Don’t you see
To stop the hurt
Thats killing me.

Fragile Earth
With paper wings
Fragile cities
Where no one sings.
Fragile world
Lands are burning
Planet crying slowly
Turning,
Angels and unicorns
Are abandoning ship
On a toss of a coin
The sun will dip.
Fragile humans
In a boot with no lace
Letting creation
Fall from grace.

Look at me
Im Walter Mitty
Sometimes ugly
Sometimes pretty,
Sometimes cold
Sometimes hot
Always giving it
One last shot.
Sometimes dapper
Then slovenly dressed
Im Walter Mitty
I do not rest.
One  day
drinking Pepsi
The next day  
Coca Cola,
I can’t shift this
******
Bi Polar.
Im Walter
Second name Mitty
I have good days
But mostly ******.

I wandered lonely
With my raccoons
With a back pack on
And their
Bassoons
We were heard
Before we were seen
In the mountains
In the cities
Blowing out tunes
And reciting ditties,
Townsfolk would
Take there pills
Following us blindly
Into the hills.
These crazy tunes
Would make
them hyper
My raccoons
Had
Became the
Modern day
Pied piper.
We cleansed streets of
The human race
We took the homeless
To better place,
These raccoons
And their bassoons
Are coming to a town
Near you soon.
You will hear us
Before you see
You don’t need
A ticket the
Music’s free.

First animal
In space
Her name
Was June
She was the
Cow who
Jumped
Over the
Moon.

First person
To visit the
North Pole
Was my mate
Old king Cole,
He got there
In a Ferrari
Or was it a rolls.

First transatlantic
Flight
Was made by
Someone I
Hold dear
Flying from
Newfoundland
To Ireland
Was my
Best friend Mr
Buzz Lightyear.

First person
To top Everest
Was In 1953,
Blonde hair
Iconic dress
Getting to top
Without a rest
Wow that cold
Wind would blow
For my girlfriend
Marilyn Munro.

You are magic
I am magic
Lets disappear
We will build
Our fantasy
Then we
Shall reappear.

Lots of
Trees and
hedges
Made of
Chocolate
Cakes
While
Pretty
flamingo’s
Are
Dancing in
The lakes

We make
more magic
With children
on the way
Living in a fantasy
Loving everyday.

My mum
bless her
She died
We had a
Lovely service
At the crem.
Mum had
A sense
of humour
All her
twelve
Children
began
with M.
All the poetry
People play
A simple game
8 boys 4 girls
See how many
you can name.
E mail me
     markyb1234z@icloud.com

This little challenge
Is harder than you think
Mum was a wordsmith
You will miss
her if you blink

Met a Lovely
Woman
She became
A good chum
Every time
I took her
Home
She wanted
To -uck
My mum.

Found out
There’s
Nothing
so
Queer
as folk,
Mum was a
Scissor sister
Liked women
Dressed as
Blokes.

Got a cat
That thinks
It’s a dog
Got a dog
That thinks
It’s a cat
Lovely
Pets
Salt of
The earth I
Think there
Was a mix up
At there
Birth.
The dog meowed
The cat did bark they
Followed each other
Never far apart,
Then one day
Dog had died
The hearse
turned up the
Cat she cried
Cat felt lonely
They were
never apart
Poor old cat
Had
Developed
A broken
Heart.

He liked
To cross dress
My darling reg
Of to parties
With his
Meat and
two veg .
Blonde wig
Make up on
Always liked
The limelight
Always made
A scene
An ode for
Reg
A gorgeous
Wonderful
Talented
Drag queen.

I am a
Total freak
My mum a
Potato
My dad a
Leek
Fame and fortune
I did not seek.
I Had an
accident
Hit a
fast car
When the
ambulance
Turned up
I was
Vichyssoise

Big
piggies
In a pen
You all
will
Be
forsaken.
That is
The farmers
Way
Four trotters
And
Sliced
Bacon.

Mr snowman
Made from
flakes
Bringing it
in from
The cold was
big mistake.
This was sad
As I feared
The flaky
white
Snowman
disappeared.

Sweet little potato
Bobbing in a ***
Looking delicious
Looking so hot,
Meat and two veg
Is diving in
Culinary delights
Can now begin.
Tasty hot
Cheese to grate
Total infusion
On my plate.

I am a
Pretty flamingo
Totally weird
And completely
purple,
I Think my mum
Mated with a
Loggerhead Turtle.

I don’t care
If the sun don’t
Shine
Im a Bat
And doing fine.
Didn’t see the
Cows grazing
In the grass
I flew straight
Up a Heffers ****.
Made it home
Covered in  pat
I said to mum
I never saw that.