she is not enough
i’m nothing special
*** is lot of fun
but not my passion

this feeling is a ***** trick
or, maybe, i’m just being ****
i don’t know
and i don’t know whom to ask
life is like hardest math task

she made me think that my heart is closed
but i’m crying while reading Mozart story
they made me think that my problem is dose
but without it i’m angry, sad and worried

i will stop rejecting and gain control
input some shrooms and rock and roll
you know
i’ve closed my heart intentionally
my hell is in the others, eventually

The stars naughtily play hide and seek,
A dark game of trickery and deceit,
But our love is forever sunshine and moonlight

Tides remorselessly ebb and flow,
Leaving pristine sands with no prints to follow,
But our love will never be washed away

Trees bud and then burst into leaf,
And inexorably fall in Autumnal grief,
But our love only knows Spring and Summer

After blissful cloudless days, sunset is alas inevitable,
Darkness readily follows gloom, so predictable!
But our love bathes only in the glory of sunrise

© Robert Porteus

Munching my Big Mac, I mused, whilst adjusting my thong,
Was Flora MacDonald a daughter, perhaps Ronald a brother?
Busily rowing and singing the Skye Boat Song,
Is this the origin of the Drive-Thru? as ketchup I smother,
Poor Bonnie Prince Charlie, only a tiny army he brought along,
His seed he did naughtily scatter, sod the crown! too much bother!

So, tout-de-suite, legged it back to France,
Then expresso to Italy, as pasta-masta, bathed in a vat of sauce,
And led poor wife Princess Louise a merry dance,
Badly afflicted with wandering hands, showing no remorse,
His behaviour was shocking, tut-tutting the Pope looked askance,
Formed a sub-committee, tasked with strict morals to enforce

Laying on his deathbed, he tearfully imagined a whispered refrain,

Will ye no’ come back again?
Will ye no’ come back again?
Better lo’ed ye canna be,
Will ye no’ come back again?

(This chorus Carolina Baroness Nairne)

© Robert Porteus

Welcome to a Taco Tuesday
With the Boys from Outer Space
It is Such a Weird Delight
To Acquaint the Human Race

If you Listen you will Hear
That the Lions now give Chase,
And ****** the Revolution,
That Ignites upon the Wastes

When I'm with her
I am who I love.
We are two sides of a coin,
dancing through the air,
twirling together.
A quirksome confidence and joy
in her smile.
Shy and genuine intrigue in mine.
Her laughter is sweeter than honey,
and I could listen to it forever.
Her eyes are kind,
knowing,
mischievous,
sparkling.
Shes a work of art
a masterpiece.
I hope she knows.