Paul?                do you dream in colours.               Yes I do.
I ask?                do you smell your dreams.            To be filled in by you.
Paul?                do you like women.                         Yes I do.
I ask?                do you know yourself.                    To be filled in by you.
Paul?                do you have favorit food.               Yes I do.
I ask?                do you taste what you think.          To be filled in by you.

                                               Just some examples for you all
                                                                          from me this man called Paul.

People have ears
and what they like to call soul.

But how nice the soul to hear
LOUD and CLEAR.

when my head is on my pillow at night
making it sleep is rough
there are those days
when i think i’ve had enough
so people set me free
and tell me what you thought of this poetry.

Ping:              Past to Pong.
Pong:      Ow my turn now      is it.

Ping:              *******     yes it is!

Pong:             So swearing is the     game now.

Ping:              Just get on with     it.

Pong:             Just will  not     be put off.

Ping:              That was a good      move.

Pong:             Ping gained the       point.

Ping:              Past to Pong.
Pong:             Ow my turn now      is it.
Ping:              *******     yes it is!
Pong:             So swearing is the       game now.
Ping:              Just get on with     it.
Pong:             Just will  not     be put off.
Ping:              That was a good      move.
Pong:             Ping gained the       point.

Pink wanted to go over to purple.
But Pink was not blue.
Blue said leave me out of this.
Turn back to the bar.
Pink now felt alone.
Blue came over.
Pink what is up with you.
I am sad, feeling blue.
I can help you out with that.
Just need to merge with you.

Pink was the colour, on his skin.
Blue his dreams.
Black was white.
Red the colour of his life.

My pink and purple drain pipe trousers.
Walk with me...  yes they do.
Spliting me down the middle.
Spliting me in two.

One side pink.
The other side,  more blue.
I feel like Micky Mouse all day.
But never feel gay.

Feel free to whistle...
If you feel the need to.

But never say I am gay!

Wearing my pink and purple trousers today.
Hip, hip hooooooooray.

But never say I am gay!

Pink and Purple trousers.
What will we see today.
As I strut. and say.

Morning Misses Hay.
Morning Paul...  She will say.
How are you today?
I will wink....  and then proceed to say...

Wearing my pink and purple trousers today.
Hip, hip hooooooooray.
But but do’nt call me gay!

Yes, I noticed...  then she walks away.
Just wearing my pink and purple trousers today.

Guess I have to get out of this town.
Seams all that is left for me is pain.
Maybe I wear my pink and purple trousers again!

It is better by you...better by than me!

My pink and purple drain pipe trousers.
Walk with me,  yes they do.
Spliting me down the middle.
Spliting me in two.

One side pink.
The other side,  more blue.
I feel like Micky Mouse all day.
But never feel gay.

Feel free to whistle.
If you feel the need to.

But never say I am gay.

Wearing my pink and purple trousers today.
Hip, hip hooooooooray.

But never say I am gay.

Pink and Purple trousers.
What will we see today.
As I strut. and say.

Morning Misses Hay.
Morning Paul she will say.
How are you today.
I will wink, and then proceed to say.

Wearing my pink and purple trousers today.
Hip, hip hooooooooray.

But do’nt call me gay.

Yes, I noticed, then she walks away.
Just wearing my pink and purple trousers today.

Pink panted then chewed
in her Pink perplex active
state this is all she did
but really inside she died a bit
but still felt alive
and chewed.

There was a nest
of purple dinosaurs
with pink spots

then one was born
pink with purple spots
and shunned a lot

he knew not do anything about it
for that was his lot
but as grew

in his own heart he knew
he was different
and in some way better

Thank God
his mom
Called him Einstein

THE DAY PINK
felt small, with other people in the room
is the day PINK died.

Paul  :-)

Pink he was.
From head to toe.
Till he met brown.
Brown seams to turn things upside down.
Hi Brown Pink said.
Hi Pink who are you.
I am Pink.
This made Brown think.
So how do I know you?
Pink answered.
We are the same I think.
No way man.
You are pink.
I am Brown.
On that Pink and Brown hit the town.

Pink is a colour
but if
I spell you backwards
k n i p   are you still a colour?
and if you not can I name you?
no more pink than blue was
neither orange or green or yellow solids
your are a adventure
PINK **** what went wrong?

pink left the the very pink lands
only to find a deep blue sea
this pink did not understand
so he sat on the last pink rock
and felt that this pink rock
was what he was
and all he could be
so pink sat and sat
maybe no more was ment to be.

P   I    N      K
Turned over
TO    F   I  N  D
he was B L A C K
and remember man
I T 'S   C HRIST MASS
He is behind you.

Some days I feel sober.
some not, some days just *******.

****** of at life, for me.and my Ex wife.

See her there on her broom.
my god she is filling the room.
With love and doom.
But that is my ex.

brink turned over a new leaf
only to find the other side
so he lend against his pride
then fell over

dogs at the backdoor
leve him be
i am going in to town love

don't get me wrong you are the only one for me
brink turned over then die inside
this night he could not get out of his head

no he had to find
that new leaf
and find who was and what he is now

Please   give me second grase
Please   leave me alone
Please   do not hurt me
Please   for i am just a fly
Please   look at yourself
Please   for i will die
Please   then i will have not been here
Please   and you will still be all alone
Please   put up for a while
Please   put up with my irate noises
Please   leave me alone.

Tell them  this of me
please tell them
because the world is round
love is all
love is you
but remember always to be
just you,

wenttoastationtodaythetrainwasfull
sopleaseoneandall
pleasemindth­e gap.

I find anything Pink Perplexing
                                     and Purple Possible Plesiosaurus
so strange but there goes
                                     my mind again
but there must be
                                      a purple poem
and one day
                                      I will find it

What happened to the shoe the plimsoll.
Not seen now?

What happened to the shoe the plimsoll.
Now not seen?
Has the supple and flexing rubber soul.
These day's never seen.
Came in white or black.
Some had lasses.
Some elasticated encases.
They always fitted the foot.
And to run and play.
Give me the elastic sided ones any day.
On the white ones.
You would polish them with Blanco.
To keep then witter than your teeth.
Black ones you just wash.
Teachers used for punishment.
Now my **** still has.
Blanco and Black gloss.

Come Back Plimsoll.
O Plimsoll how I miss you.
And in my past lost.

Paper places,
See how it falls.
The toilet roll of life.
Some ***** big, some small.
Some long and determinant.
But still go down the loo.
Some pop and just Plop out.
Surprising you.
But of all the ***** in life
Darling remind me of you.

One big ****.