#daft
Time will tell
but who will it tell
and what will it tell
and why
Time will fly
but where is it going
what will it do there
and why
Time is a great healer
but who is it healing
how does it do it
and why
Time waits for no man
why is it so impatient
who is the slow man
what will he do when time has gone
Only time will tell
so we better wait for an explanation.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
A little daft in the head
She said, she said,
So many things
I tried to
Squeeze it
All
In my head
Oh,
How
I
Did
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 2:01 AM UTC
The Poet of the World
Has nothing to lose, but their chains
Poets of the World unite!
Thanks Groucho!
© Robert Porteus
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 5:52 AM UTC
End of it all
End of it all?
The end of it all
What end of it all!?
The man had a fall!
That end of it all
The man had a fall?
What man had a fall?
The man down the hall
That man had a fall
The man down the hall?
What man down the hall?
The man down the hall
Who works at the mall
He was an oddball
The man had a fall
Down there he is sprawled
Down there he is sprawled
Down where is he sprawled?
Down where is he sprawled?
At the end of the hall
The end with the stairs
as i recall
Oh that man down the hall
He WAS an oddball
...Oh **** The man's had a fall!!!
Have the police been called?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Alfredo Alfresco was born
In tesco's,
Right by the self service
Checkout.
It's an act from beyond.
(God's always been, well,
A bit peroxide blonde)
As to why,we haven't
Enough much information
To say.
After all, meanings can
Move in a mysterious way.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
When you knock the side of your head,
Is anyone home?
Or is the only response
That dull echo?
As dull and as thick as the ******* who owns it
Buys his comments from others, yeah you loan it
You know it's ****** how I can't even be myself
In virtual reality without being picked on by someone else?!
Do I really threaten you by being an up-and-comer?
Do you run home to your basement, just to tell your mother?
******* your thumb and ******* cousins to forget your troubles
But it never works, I'm always here, you daft ************
I'm a mother ******* ghost and I'mma haunt your soul
Turn stupidity to comedy and swallow it all whole
Make it fresh content, regardless of the consequence
Til you leave me alone, ****** and let me be myself!
You know nothing about me, do they call you Jon Snow?
You know nothing ***** so pack your bags and catch the last bus home
You're just embarrassing yourself, you're a laughing stock
Look at all the comments I made telling you to go **** yourself!
Do you see me now, huh? Am I what you expected?
That "woof ***** who by being himself got himself rejected?
Why can't you appreciate others man, and stop being your lack of brains' slave
And give this **** up before I contemplate digging your grave
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Oh my dear Hubcap !
for you I fear!
Laying here;
resting on a roadside,
Torn from your kin.
Subject to mother nature's
weatherly whim.
Your once grey metallic
reflective brilliance,
turned dour by
creeping oxidisation.
That fate gave
a deliberate curse
is clear.
Oh my dear Hubcap!
for you I fear!
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Bazooka that veruka
Wage war on your warts
Charge the canons against corns
And ills of other sorts
Conscript regiments of Rennies
Antacid to supress indigestion
Establish naval fleets
Of fisherman friends sweets
To banish nasal congestion
smear your chest with Vick
To ensure victory is quick
And if headaches ensue
Aspirin will win and subdue
If your enemy is constipation
Let senna be your friend
And if your throat is sore
Let strepsils make swift amends
Show viruses they're not welcome
Fight back with all your might
Give germs no easy terms
And soon you'll feel alright!
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
Your colors are so heavy, how dare I, I cannot sleep. Years inundated under, through skin coils, marigold fields. Yellow crocuses, orange California poppies. Moors of cattle ranchers, yokes of oxen. Plasticine uber-confidence, silky white-skinned testubular thrice people harmonies. Blisses of contagion, contagious bliss. Wrists and incisors, tying down in a bedroom, waking up to live harps and choruses. You dance like you're so alive, but I'm so alive I can't dance. Or breathe. Or knead my fists of earthen wears, or sell my soul completely. I drove off a cliff last night, but the four foot fall ended neatly. The plateau authors my chance to sew my bright, beyond- my fortunes. But the hour before I fall asleep, seems to be the greatest torture.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
A display of deft actions is only so
good up to that hour of realization
after a hostile event of failure
that any more such efforts will go
in vain and would surely cause
remorseful tears to escape from
your dark pearly eyes in future
So be deft enough to study well
but don't be daft enough buddy
mouth gaping stupidly at all the
results having gone awry later...
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC