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Pagan Paul Dec 2024
I should like to lay my sceptre
down upon your velvet purse,
but I am all to well aware
that may sound a little perverse.

So let me stoke your deepest fires
of you I could be no fonder,
but once in a while, its good to smile
at the occasional double-entendre.
Another silly one!
Nick Moore Nov 2024
The
lime tree
Stood on top
Of The Hill,
The ground around
With limes
Did it
Fill

One Decending lime
Rolling to the
Incline,
Got itself
Into a
Spin

Tumbling down
With no Jill
After

Hitting the road side
A car did abide,  
By changing its
Shape to
Flat,
But!
Deep into
The tyre grip
Went a
Pip

Spinning around
To the engine's
Sound,
It's DNA
Got slightly
Altered

After coming to a
Full stop,
The fastidious Chauffeur
Noticed,
The
Wheel didn't
Need a
Seed,
Flicking it over a
Wall,
Where it landed
Upon fertile
Land

As the seed started to grow
It's branches began
To twist

Ten years went by
As quick as a
Roll
Of you're
Eye

The land
That the tree,
Let It's roots spread free
Also contained a
Shack,
And as the morning
Broke,
The old man
Awoke

Starting his daily routine,
The days
Always seemed
The same,
But
He was clever enough to know,
There was no-one
To
Blame
But
Himself,
Life just seemed to
Snooker him,
Into this
Pocket

His only venture out,
Was the local store,
Supplying all that
Was
Needed

But
Before setting off,
Something was calling to
His
Attention,
The sound of a bird
Never
Heard

Heading down
The overgrown
Path,
The bird suddenly stopped,
And
While flying off,
He saw something,
Never seen
Before

A tree bering limes,
From it's
Corkscrew branches,
But
Not any old limes,
Their skins
Also
Had a
Twist

Picking one up,
Marvelling at the shape,
He headed off to
The store

Arriving at the door,
Felt like
Not
Before,
This day was like
No
Other

Gathering his supplies,
Catching the
Shopkeepers eye,
"A very good day to you"

"I don't mean to sound rude
But you're in a good mood"
She said, while giving
Him a
Smile

"What would you think
If I asked you out
For a drink?"

"I'd grab
Hat and coat,
Lock up this old store
And we'd be on our way"

With his best smile in years
He said
"Well let's go"

Arriving at the bar,
He asked for two
Mojitos

The barman
Shook his head,
"We're all out of limes!"

The old man's eyes
Lit up
Song, Terrorvision, Tequila
Gerry Sykes Nov 2024
Soot darkened ***** drizzled damp sandstone
    grey like depression.
Dull ochre leaves squelch wetly under foot
    rotting and foetid.

Scaffolding covers faded elegance
    dims its fame.
Water trickles down umbrellas, hats and
    drenched clothes

Cars spraying water over the pavement
    saturates pedestrians:
soaked blue jeans stick to frozen legs,
    soggy like a graveside.

Greasy spoon tipsy waitress swerves
    spilled tea;
cracked cups, saucers and sweet generic cake
    disappoints.

Stove radiates a red smoky welcome
    like a warmed bed.
Crafted draught pints served foamy and savoured
    sparkling and bitter.

Locals drink, eat, play board games and throw darts,
    laugh at the rain.
I read poetry books to my girlfriend
    by the snug fire.

Buxton will bloom, golden again
      when summer comes,
its octagonal pavilion teem
    with street bustling life.
neth jones Nov 2024
'the kid' leaps  sudden  from bed                    
points  in fright  toward the 'hippy' curtains
                      "i'm scared of ghosts in pyjamas"
11/2024
actual event - credit goes to my five year old
Kundai N Nov 2024
Yesterday I wondered about a math textbook
From a former grade
And yawned disappointedly,
Prancing in a bubble of wonder,
"which idiot could've gotten these answers wrong?"

     A smile befell my face
     adoring my superiority
     And cracked a laugh or two
     Scoffing the sheer ignorance.

Silence shortly pondered upon my mind
I slapped my cheeks and banged on the table.
I resented every smile in detestable realisation,  
The book was mine.
Kundai N Nov 2024
Ms Anderson, Ms Anderson,
Wherefore art thou my teacher?
Grant my pen a poet's gift
Let me scribble my pencil thin,
Writing, kindling your blossom smile.
You, beautiful as you flip my file
Which has me commit to your homework, while
Sitting at home with a radiant smile.

Ms Anderson, Ms Anderson,
Wherefore art thou my teacher?
'tis true, nobody's perfect -- nobody but you.
Naughty I was and punish you did that's true.
"Write, 'I will listen in class.'" you said demure,
"on each line of those two pages; and stop being immature."
I'd Sit and contemplate, drool and scribble,
"Lovely miss Anderson. My miss Anderson"

Ms Anderson, Ms Anderson,
Wherefore art thou my elder?
Were you younger, by a decade or two,
I grant I'd hop and merrily skip,
With you on the park and  buy you a sweet.
I'd look in your eyes, and call you Anderson.
My dear Anderson.
Gerry Sykes Nov 2024
I was called to walk on the water,
but I ****** in the lake instead,
polluted the whole of creation,
until all its creatures were dead.

I was called to heal all the people
with hands that are gentle and kind
but I couldn’t turn round a profit
so I shat on the lame and the blind.

I was called to bring peace to creation
but found it better to sell,
weapons of mass destruction,
and condemn all the nations to hell.

And if I complain that the world,
is *******, unfair and unkind,
it’s because I ****** in the water
and left all my refuse behind.
I has the first 2 lines in my mind but they needed more so the rest is just to support them. I hope it makes you laugh and think
neth jones Oct 2024
fish bone for a wishbone
no turkey has to die
thanksgiving
alt. version

no turkey need die
cheap wish on a herringbone sky
thanksgiving
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