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Shower beer
shower beer
my kingdom for a
shower beer

My kingdom is a
shower and a bed
just a shower and a bed
in this podunkshitholenowhere

But I'm suds'n up
while suds'n down
making my frown
UP-side down

Nothing better
nothing aside
from her
peachy little mound
nothing better in this
Desert town

Never astray have I been steered
not by a shower beer
no indeed
no tears have I shed
no siree
no life have I bled
no not me
no ill will have I ever bred

not on account
a shower beer
Colm Aug 2019
It’s NOT that life is NOT worth living, without big ideals
It’s JUST that some are JUST unawares

Of the difference between the oceans and the seas
Yet they swim still

In the channel of being
Creating endless, watery, memories
When someone has already written a book called - The Colors of Feeling

D Lowell Wilder Sep 2018
The moat where we keep watery fowl
afloat feeding them cracked corn
scattered from our parapets.
Repaired the dry rot in the gate, got the
drawbridge working, again…it rusts.
There is dust, makes us sneeze.
Stumble over stones, look at masons
askance.  Threaten grain withholding
(hint:  barley) unless they
make ‘em flush.
How fun to keep
the keep
Always interested in  concept of time travel and having to tackle situations with modern skill set.  Never turns out well.
Alienpoet Feb 2017
The tides of time flow beneath my feet
Rippling and flowing uncertainty
I am fish in the waters of constant change
Unpredictable ain't it strange

Will I be eaten by my disability?
Devoured by the shark like features of my own mind?
The stormy waves inside my heart
Will not just depart

The sea the tides of time
Hide my lost treasure sinking in the deep forever
Atlantis a lost city in a watery graveyard
Rusting away
rotten ships
Drowning wreckage of lost sailors

the waves hold a watery vigil
a siren like fate waits
For me with a lover who could save me
or cast me into the murky depths
Maybe the seas of time are all our tears combined
throughout time inside are all our aspirations we cast our nets for
and still we cry more than we catch
So the seas are maintained
For us to sail on...
Äŧül Apr 2014
She is a person who can win hearts,
Just with her beautiful watery eyes,
And with her purely innocent smile.

She has a shiny heart of 24 c.t. gold,
Akin to those beautiful watery eyes,
And her heart has a soft shiny glow.

She makes me feel proud of myself,
Not just relatives can rightly feel so,
And she loves me so it won't matter.
My HP Poem #620
©Atul Kaushal

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