Just one more follower
to make it a century
excited to be read an heard
who'd a thunk it
ninety nine people
would read my nonsense
not me!

I'm not on twitter
so new to being followed
should i look behind me
or leap into the poetic unknown?
I think i'll keep taking the plunge
embracing the poetry collective
Will you join my family
and be my centurion? ;)

Untarnished snowflake
resting gently upon my knee
Symmetrical, unique
Floated gently there, as if
Aware of its transience.

Under flu attack
Nasal congestion combats
My tissue's defence

Prancing prawns jive on
Rainbow trout salsa in streams
Salmon riverdance! :-)

Ello there! I would like to create an anthology/collection of nonsense poetry/poems with daft tone, subject matter. If you have any could you message me and let me know, or send message via carrier pigeon? I'd like to be able to make people grin, guffaw,chuckle or even titter!

Yours twooly,
P.pie

There once was a lass from Brighton
Whose jeans had begun to tighten
She gorged upon cake
On chips and on steak
Now her kids were afraid she might bite em!

The pink Panther tune
Was played in a major key
Upon my thigh
Composed of my son's raspberries.

Accompanied by tinkling laughter
Practiced with gusto
I don't think we'll make the x-factor
But maybe we'll do our own show!

Oh washing mountain
When will I reach your high peak?
I seem to be stuck on spin cycle
Swirling in the drum
Dissolving ketchup stains
And swallowing socks as we speak!

The mirror was tarnished,
It gave her a sepia glow

The reflection varnished,
Memories garnished by sorrow

And with a silver brush
She smoothed away the greying years

Finely powdered gold dust
To cover trace of wear and tears

The mirror was tarnished,
And now brightly shines her beauty.

He occupied her mind
Like a sit in protest
His eyes flashed like torches
His smile like a banner
The memory of his touch
Like raucous shouts
Igniting her zeal

She tried to subdue it
With busyness
Hoping to police
Her thoughts with new
Self control
But thoughts of him
Overcame it
Even riot shields
Couldn't contain it
Eventually tear gas
Would ***** her eyes

All the while his thoughts of her
Visited his mind
Intermittently
Like a passing tourist
Enjoying the convenience
Of a hotel room
With a free minibar

There was never before heard
Such a cacophony
As the day I witnessed
The vegetable medley

'Since you've bean gone'
They blasted out
The runners and broads joined in song
They could have rocked it all night long

But it was Taters turn
They  rocked  the stage
The veggies went wild
The 'monster mash' was all the rage

Then was petit pois chance to shine
He wowed them with a dance
Then made the broccoli sway and weep
With 'Give peas a chance'

like to work on some collaborations? :) x

I think I'm coming down
with the spring sillies
My dafty thoughts are feverish,
budding, blossoming,
Impulsive, daffodilly

My thigh muscles are stronger
And start to twitch,
As if they now prepare
To bound and leap in meadows
Like the mad march hare.

A cheeky imp is glinting
In my left eyeball
Calling me to frolic
With the April fool

There's happy hope in spring growth
Nature's clever ploy
And I'll not let any April showers
Dampen down my joy!

I thought I saw you
In the shadows in the park
I looked for your initials
In the grooved tree bark

I thought I heard you speaking
Through the lyrics
In that song
That played on repeat
In my head all night long

I thought I felt your touch
When I wore that blue dress
The feel of the fabric
You stroked and caressed.

I'm sure I saw you
Heard you, felt you
Like last may in the spring
But I could have been mistaken
It could have been nothing

She was always trying
To please
Smile, encourage,
Put them at ease
Daftness ensued
Goofy giggles ricocheted.

Her boundless enthusiasm
Though backfired.
It flailed around
And met walls
People got tired of her trying
Like an over eager licking pup
They found her presence trying.

She
longed
to be
cherished .

But alas
their
love
perished.

I'm creating a Lego alter-ego
Called Scarlet.
Her skin is flawless
Her face a fixed fierce determined smile
Her drawn on ******* will never sag
And she never has a hair out of place.

She has a pet monkey by her side
Poached from my brothers 1989 pirate set
After she duelled with Pegleg Pete
And made him walk the plastic plank.

She has lego lovers in high places
Batman has given her the code to his 6860 set batcave
And the white Knight from castle set 70404
Has lent her his trusty steed
And he drank from her cup.

She is fearless and has an interchangeable
Wipe clean wardrobe
She can be whatever she wants
She is **** yet robust
When placed on a high shelf
She may gather dust
But she is always ready
For fun and adventure
And she will never age or rust.

Proud bird with beady eye
Who engraved your shape and form?
Scratched you into being
Gave you life

Were you wandering around a farm or homestead
before being captured
and transformed onto clay canvas?

Your azure head and olive green breast jut out
You are encircled in yellow ochre
Baked sunshine

Are you from the aztec climes
A creature of ceremony
or domestic good fortune?

A wedding gift perhaps?
Whose room have you
graced with your presence?
Whose lives have you witnessed
with your beady eye?

Your body gathering dust
on a kitchen wall
Your design primitive
Yet bold and knowing
Your glaze is cracked
deliberately
Rustic and yet glowing.

Spinning the top dial
Searching for bright painted riffs
Rock n rollered room

I desire a metamorphosis
I know,  I feel,
Life can be better than this
I'd like to rise
A majestic thing
With grace and his glory
Shining in my wings.

Take flight
With colours rare and true,
Pretty like the chalkhill blue
Or glowing like the
Monarch's orange hue.

But instead I am trapped
In the cocoon stage
Wrapped up,curled
Stuck in sinful nature's cage
Wings not yet unfurled

Imprisoned by fragility
Brought on by bipolarity
Kept in emotional intensity
For what feels like eternity

But one day soon
I will feel free
From the cocoon's shackles
That bind me
I will feast on the nectar
Of His good word
And soar and flutter by
Free as a bird

Free in the sure certainty
The promises he's made
Sure of my saviour's love for me
My debts that he has paid

But yet I still feel like the caterpillar
Fumbling around
Still finding my way
I'm grateful for creation
Still orange striped and hairy
Yet not at all scary
Awaiting transformation! :)

You are my apple king
i love you to your core
I love your rounded apple cheeks
And your tender age of four
Your dark shining eyes
Like little apple pips
The cheeky grin that you let slip
from your sweet rosey lips

You like the female breeds
Pink ladies, granny smiths
The sweetness of a braebern
Is what you're content with

Straight from the tree
Or from the shelf
Or from a bowl or box
Three a day
You munch and crunch
My little British ***!

I once knew a lass called Louise
Who had a penchant for smelly cheese
She got camembert
Stuck in her hair
And said 'that'll be good for the fleas!'

Wont you just stop hounding me
I don´t want you here no more
I´ve truly had enough
of you howling at my door.



If I let you in
I´m ripe for attack
I won´t breathe
for your weight on my back



You squash any joy
with your huge black paws
Stamp out my light
I´m in the grip of your jaws.



You´re baying for my blood
You feed on my esteem
growl in my sleep
drool gloom into my dreams



You rip out my peace
and drag it away
you bury it deep
inject doubt when i pray



I need an antidote
for your poisonous bite
Won´t you help me Lord?
Friends please help me fight?
As i cant rest at all tonight



I need to unlock my mind
from your vicious puzzle
but until then black dog,
I´m gonna buy you a big mean muzzle!