"bloomin" poems
My unrequited golden dove,
you are a merchant banker
them bloomin' groovy bars
are sad tonight
but given the chance I wouldda gotten
cash & carried
& spent me porridge knife
loving your mince pies
had I not known
you'd treat me golden dove thus
& yes, been your trouble & strife
with all me Horse & cart.......
I know, not smart
I know, not smart
Translation:
( In English tis not a very impressive poem... it's just amusing how you can make cockney rhyming slang into a poem, so I've been experimenting.... I really want to send this to the guy I'm unrequitedly in love with actually... & leave him (hopefully)confused & in the dark as to what I wrote....mostly I just really want to call him a ' merchant banker' e.g ' wanker' & get away with it!! xD ' Wanker' is a particularly offensive term to use when referring to a man!)
* My unrequited love
you are a ******
them ****** stars
are sad tonight
but given the chance I would have gotten
married
& spent my life
loving your eyes
had I not known
you would treat my love thus
& yes, been your wife
with all my heart
I know, not smart
I know, not smart*
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
if i could
copy and paste
you into
my book
i would.
i'd lock you
into the pages
between my
covers
bookmarking
your sweetest
lines with my
red silk ribbon
i'd open you up
and read your
darkest secrets
in still of night
by candlelight
and under full
moon's glow, drip
my honey'd words
upon your tender
heart.
oh to copy
and paste
you into
my book
where our love
affair could bloom
in words.
the only place it ever could.
--bruised orange
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 2:56 PM UTC
Speakin’ in general, I’ave tried ’em all
The ‘appy roads that take you o’er the world.
Speakin’ in general, I’ave found them good
For such as cannot use one bed too long,
But must get ‘ence, the same as I’ave done,
An’ go observin’ matters till they die.
What do it matter where or ‘ow we die,
So long as we’ve our ‘ealth to watch it all—
The different ways that different things are done,
An’ men an’ women lovin’ in this world;
Takin’ our chances as they come along,
An’ when they ain’t, pretendin’ they are good?
In cash or credit—no, it aren’t no good;
You’ve to ‘ave the ‘abit or you’d die,
Unless you lived your life but one day long,
Nor didn’t prophesy nor fret at all,
But drew your tucker some’ow from the world,
An’ never bothered what you might ha’ done.
But, Gawd, what things are they I’aven’t done?
I’ve turned my ‘and to most, an’ turned it good,
In various situations round the world
For ‘im that doth not work must surely die;
But that’s no reason man should labour all
‘Is life on one same shift—life’s none so long.
Therefore, from job to job I’ve moved along.
Pay couldn’t ‘old me when my time was done,
For something in my ‘ead upset it all,
Till I’ad dropped whatever ’twas for good,
An’, out at sea, be’eld the dock-lights die,
An’ met my mate—the wind that tramps the world!
It’s like a book, I think, this bloomin, world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you’re readi’n’ done,
An’ turn another—likely not so good;
But what you’re after is to turn’em all.
Gawd bless this world! Whatever she’oth done—
Excep’ When awful long—I’ve found it good.
So write, before I die, ” ‘E liked it all!”
2.4k
Here is something I learnt today
Be careful on what you spend your pay
After a day of fun, I did not think
And downed a pitcher of energy drink!
Got to the pub at half past seven
Drank Monster and Redbull until eleven
Finally home and sleep I think
But sadly not, bloomin energy drink!
What is this madness, I wiggle my toes
Why can’t I sleep , my eyes are closed
I peek and see all my clothes are pink
But still no sleep, bloomin energy drink!
Some fine ideas come flooding to me
Animation too seems just too easy
I wonder if this is the missing link
Nah, it’s the bloomin energy drink!
So check the web, will I be alright?
Paranoia seems so much worse at night
Dad is up, my eyes don’t blink
I’ll be fine he says, bloomin energy drink!
So never again, I’ll be a good Daughter
I’ll probably now just stick to water,
You can drink so much just from the sink
And no more bloomin energy drink!!
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 6:44 AM UTC
The buzz in the air, you feel that, feel that?
The tuxedoed men gonna deal that, deal that.
And now that you're here, the show can begin
Turn the lights down low, and the get the disc to spin.
The ice starts meltin' and the floor gets hot,
This parties gonna start whether you're ready or not.
The seat over there, Sit in it, sit in it,
Take a step back and watch while I'm spittin' it.
There is no need to untrust us,
Stand over there and watch while I bust this.
There's no way to get into it,
Close your eyes feel the beat and get intimate
Rotate your thighs and breathe in the sin of it
Rotate your mind, get high, keep on spinning it.
Stop...and watch while it gets into me
The musical blocks unlock and make a synergy.
Said ready, steady, everybody get low,
And the clubs get sweaty and we're ready to go.
The air's getting heavy and hot and you know
There's blood lust worse than Jaws and Cujo.
Light the place up, it's covered in kerosene,
The white's all over your face, oh, how embarrassing.
The lines all over the floor, there so pretty,
Take one sniff and you think you're so witty.
I'm a bomb, I'm blowing up the club now,
Can't escape the beat 'cause you don't know how,
Gonna move your feet that's all you know how,
Gonna feel the glow, the blow is so wow.
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
Yayo brings me up so I stand up and then
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
The powder knocks me down so I stay down and then
There is no need to untrust us,
Chopping the blocks, but there is no justice.
Just lustless symmetry
Closed my eyes 'cause the haze, it has enveloped me.
Shut my eyes and clogged all of my arteries,
I love the blow so much it is a part of me.
You said this had turned into my enemy,
But musical clocks tick-tock the beat right into me.
And that's not where I get all of my energy,
Jumper cables hooked up to A and D.
And don't forget the CCs in DC,
I got twenty more CCs left to inject me.
High flying humans
Set straight to zoomin',
It's spicier now then curry or cumin,
So full of life and we're only just bloomin'.
Believe in the hype if only for a little bit,
All that we need is white a just a little wit.
The worlds right here if you can unriddle it,
Play the last song and one more if it'll fit
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
Yayo brings me up so I stand up and then
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
The powder knocks me down so I stay down and then
La cocaína is no good for you
But the pony's still buckin', imma ride it through
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam;
You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear;
You lift it with your bay'nit, and you sniff the fragrant steam;
The very breath of it is ripe with cheer.
You're awful cold and ***** and a-cursin' of your lot;
You scoff the blushin' 'alf of it, so rich and rippin' 'ot;
It bucks you up like anythink, just seems to touch the spot:
God bless the man that first discovered Tea!
Since I came out to fight in France, which ain't the other day,
I think I've drunk enough to float a barge;
All kinds of fancy foreign dope, from caffy and doo lay,
To *** they serves you out before a charge.
In back rooms of estaminays I've gurgled pints of cham;
I've swilled down mugs of cider till I've felt a bloomin' dam;
But 'struth! they all ain't in it with the vintage of Assam:
God bless the man that first invented Tea!
I think them lazy lumps o' gods wot kips on asphodel
Swigs nectar that's a flavour of Oolong;
I only wish them sons o' guns a-grillin' down in 'ell
Could 'ave their daily ration of Suchong.
Hurrah! I'm off to battle, which is 'ell and 'eaven too;
And if I don't give some poor bloke a sexton's job to do,
To-night, by Fritz's campfire, won't I 'ave a gorgeous brew
(For fightin' mustn't interfere with Tea).
To-night we'll all be tellin' of the Boches that we slew,
As we drink the giddy victory in Tea.
2.2k
The first time I died, it wasn’t intentional and it was only in my head.
I keep dying, I keep staying alive, nothing is intentional.
They told me to put glitter on my scars,
to cut off my fingers and toes and feed them to the earth,
they told me to live in ways that forced people to look at me.
So I
cut my hair,
dyed it any color, made people look.
What happened was, they stared more at my knuckles, skin that spoke “STAY HERE”
and I knew that scared them.
Put glitter on your scars, they said. Put paint on your body, push ink up under your fingernails, tell the world you are alive in all the ways you can.
So I sang my life on city streetcorners, I screamed my life in fast-moving cars on the highway, I closed my eyes while I was driving straight and I am alive, alive, alive.
I keep dying though. Everyday I keep dying and it still feels fresh now, like a new bruise just barely bloomin’ under your skin or your coat. I keep screamin’ to keep the demons at bay, I keep writing to keep the mania movin’ and groovin’ to what life is now.
I keep killin’ in my head, I keep killin’ the demons, but sometimes they touch the back of my eyeballs so gentle, I cry so deep, I leak I leak I leak.
Put glitter on your scars, they said. I will keep trying. My home is a place in my heart that I haven’t found yet, my home is watercolors and ink and blood.
To the ones who have wondered, I am still alive. Some days I barely speak, but don’t worry because I am still so alive, I am still screaming to myself, I am still putting glitter on my scars, I am still writing life into my skin, I am still putting water and sun on my face. I am still curling my toes when I hear good songs. I am still wanting to run when the boys look at me. I know they want. I know I want something else, something you.
I have turned my bruises into landscapes, my fingers into dancing sprawling actions, my fists are still here, I swear. They still say “STAY HERE.”
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
You are a bloomin' kiss,
I wouldn't want to miss this.
Dancing around the room,
Circling the lovely moon.
Hand in cool hand,
We'll dance and dance and dance.
Kiss me until I fall away,
'Till I'm nothing but foamy waves.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
My old man's a dustman
He's in the pub today
He'd be there all the bloomin' time
If he had his way
My old man's a dustman
He don't give it's all take
He plays his banjo late at night
And keeps us all awake
My old man's a dustman
He loves his missus so
He wouldn't swap her for the world
I think she'd swap him though
My old man's a dustman
He once met the Queen
He kept his hands behind his back
'Cos they weren't very clean
My old man's a dustman
He's really quite a card
Friday night he'll take you on
If you think you're 'ard
My old man's a dustman
He knows my Auntie Jean
Every time she sees him
She does a little scream
My old man's a dustman
Making no mistake
When he finally pops his clogs
There'll be quite a wake
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
I won the bloomin' lottery,
Cor blimey so I did!
No more scrubbin' socks for me,
I've won ten million quid!
I'm goin' on a ******
Nuffin's gonna bring me down;
I'll be the biggest spender,
Gonna buy the whole **** town!
My new found wealth is awesome,
Have you seen my mansion pool?
I play tennis in a foursome,
And my coach is really cool;
On Wednesday's its Pilates,
And on Sunday's it's Judo!
Now I'm jetting to the Maldives,
Toodle-pip -- I have to go!
One finds oneself most indisposed,
To do this interview;
One's butler will be swift deposed,
For letting you get through;
One will accede to your request,
Tho' Sir, this is your lot;
Despite the wealth with which one's blessed,
One has not changed a jot!
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Imaginary Lover
I have talked about the concern
the concern for my heart feeling left alone
the mind creating an imaginary lover
a lover who is mine and only mine
the loneliness too often makes my heart burn
I am afraid it just might turn to stone
seeking asylum underneath the cover
satisfaction is guaranteed every time
though she is the perfect woman
more perfect than I could ever deserve
she takes my every breath I breathe
asks me to love her in every single way
her lips are like strawberries bloomin'
dangerous because of all her tight curves
anything she whispers to me I believe
I ask her to visit me every single day
I reach to touch her but she is not there
I never get to hear her magic song
her gut string strums on a moonbeam
I cannot tell her much I love her
that's the sad part of this love affair
is when I awaken and she has gone
once again she was just a dream
a pillow of my mind my imaginary lover
Gomer LePoet ....
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
The other day I phoned a friend, I shan't be usin' names
"Not alright, I tell ya, Gee, my eyeball's shootin' flames!"
"Owie! Owie! Owie! Oh!, Chiliman I like ya so
do tell me what has happened though I know you will be well"
"While chopping jalapenos without the proper guise
I washed my hands both 'fore and aft' but much to my demise
I went to pop my contact in and soon would realize
a flaming side of poppers and a sizzling batch of fries!"
Well I knew he wasn't faking and it took me by surprise
that my heart was feeling something which I couldn't minimize
he must have sensed me crying, guess it opened up his eyes...........
(that awkward length of silence which one-sided love implies)
and sensing he could break me down, I felt I must disguise
so I layered up and told him, "I've got onions in my eyes!"
"Woe is you and oh so woe, Gee girl how I like you so
tell me what has happened though I know you will be well."
"While chopping up the onions without the proper guise
I washed my hands before and aft' but much to my demise
can't blame me now for hoping we could do without the lies
But I'm just a bloomin' onion and I need to guard my...eyes."
And with the sharin' of the troubles and the things that caused us pain
there's comfort in the knowing, for what else have we to gain?
But if I lose you then tomorrow, because today I have been real
Best I learned another thing, to hold back what I feel.
And when everything which must be added is put in the Chili-man's crock
a five-to-one hand wash of water and bleach is best to avoid pepper shock.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
I've gone barmy !!
My mind's gone down the drain
I've gone barmy !!
I'm really quite insane
I've gone barmy !!
Bonkers, bloomin' jolly
I've gone barmy!!
It's true .. i'm off my trolley
You've gone barmy !!
That's what my shrink he said
I'm afraid that i must tell you
You've lost it in the head !!
So i thanked him with a raspberry
And then ran up the road
And shouted " i've gone barmy !"
Two bricks short of a load !
I've gone barmy !!
There are no if's or buts
I've gone barmy !!
Now i know i'm nuts
I've gone barmy !!
I'll tell you something pally
I've gone barmy !!
I'm bleedin' well doolalee !!
So if you think you're barmy !!
Sing this song with me
Shower with your clothes on
And barmy you will be !!
Dance around the living room
Hopping on one foot
Blowing lots of raspberries !!
If you want to be a nut !.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 12:34 PM UTC
saintly sitting high hill dawn
sweetly bloomin
give it me
give it up
give it me
me
sweetly makin love
with you
who
you
or...
well
whomever
simply sweatin
workin hard
sweetly smellin
anyway
saintly sittin high hill dawn
seein ya all down below
on the pilgrim road
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 2:06 PM UTC
So tired and poemed out
got this one then got nowt
want to do more love and hope
so tired I'm feeling like a dope
words are crawling to the screen
tripping on the keyboard in between
hungry but tofar gone to eat
stuck in this familiar seat
got to drag myslf to bed
and get a pillow for my head
wistful here so all alone
not even my cat yet at my home
curl up like a tiny mouse
in his chilly winter house
those last two lines were quite prophetic
hang on, no, the word's pathetic
getting desperate for a rhyme
go now, quick it's past bed time!
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
Tommy
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, **makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;**
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.
**You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!**
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
Arm gooin' daàn me muvva's
An arm gonna goo by buz
Cos me feet am bloomin' urtin'
An I aint got me an oss
Then arm off to ave some bevvies
An arm gonna get kaylied
If yow'm in the Jolly Nailor
Then arl shaàt ya one inside
Doh goo bein' a soft apeth
Doh goo doin' owt thats daft
Cos when yow'v dun ad' a skinful
Then yow know yow just get saft
If ar doh see yow befow'r yow goo
Arl see yow on anon
Cos arm kippin' on the sofa
Raànd me mums aàs back up um
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Lydia sat
on the red
painted tile doorstep
waiting to see
if Benny
would come along
she breathed heavily
angry and frustrated
her mother had just
told her that she(Lydia)
and Benny could not
go to Edinburgh
or Southend by train
as they had wished
she had tried to explain
to her mother the plan
but her mother
wasn't having it
in fact she had bellowed
NO NO NO so loud
that her big sister Gloria
was disturbed drunkenly
in the bed
she shared with Lydia
she watched the milkman
pull up in his
horse drawn wagon
and take out 2 bottles of milk
and walked with them
across the way
and put them on
the doorstep
then walked back
the horse was eating
from a nosebag
Lydia sat
a few more minutes
if Benny hadn't showed
she'd go and find him
and tell him the bad news
the man with the boxer dog
walked past
doffed his cap
and smiled
then walked on
then she saw Benny
galloping(on his pretend horse)
up from the slope
and into the Square
she stared at him
then waved him over
he galloped towards her
she felt angry and tearful
Benny rode up
to the red
painted tile doorstep
what's up?
he said smiling
we can't go
she said pouting
can't go where?
he said
his horse vanishing
into thin air
can't go to Edinburgh
or Southend by train
she said
who said?
he said
my mum said
no no no
but louder
Lydia said
Benny sat on the doorstep
beside her
she said at 9
we were too young
Lydia said
looking at him
her lower lip
pouting more
I'll have a word
with her
Benny said
turning around
to stare
at the front door
won't make
any difference
she said no
Lydia said
persuasion can
sometimes work
Benny said
my mum said if
you want something
bad enough
you must
like that Scottish king bloke
try and try again
you can try I suppose
Lydia said
they got up
from the step
and Benny knocked
on the front door
and they waited
the door opened
(after a few minutes)
and Lydia's mother
stood there
hair in a scarf
and a cigarette
hanging from the corner
of her mouth
and arms folded
why'd you knocked
the door?
she said to Lydia
you bloomin live here
I knocked
Benny said
what do you
want then?
the mother said
we want to go
to Southend
Benny said
we are willing
to forgo Edinburgh
until later
but Southend is a must
for us as a sort
of a trial run
the mother stared
at him coldly
I've told her
now I'm telling you
you're too young to go
anywhere at 9 years old
so the answer
is the same
NO
she bellowed
and slammed
the door shut
Benny stared
at the door
Lydia sat down again
and stared at the milkman
walking his horse along
to the next block of flats
plan B
the Benny said
plan B?
Lydia said
what's that?
we go anyway
but say nothing
to them
he said
arms folded
a determined look
about his face
do we dare?
she said
of course
Benny said
working the plan b out
inside his
9 year old head.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
Wind and rain,sleet and snow,it's ****** cold and here we go,
the electric board says I can't afford to keep my heating on,so I had to switch it off,that's why I have a hacking cough and
I've got the bleedin' cold.
The gas man said,'you're in the red and there'll be no gas for you' so I sit here bloomin' shivering,
I think I might have 'flu.
Can't afford to heat or eat this world is cheating me,the odds are stacked and so I've packed,
I'll find somewhere that's free.
Free range,free change,fresh air for me,electric,gas and all for free and then let's see who comes out on top.
We're being jumped on,pumped out,put upon
and someone's getting rich,it feels like we are all in jail and we are someone's ***** and them credit scores and store cards hit me when I'm down,it seems like every time I sail into the town a sale sails into me.
I think I want to,must do,have to find somewhere that's free.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
lover of love's long lost history
you are so intrinsically dear to me
and i know you can hear the beat
when our hands go blistering
i love the neapolitan but not naples
listen to how the city sings like the others
but she buys time and barely bothers
to remove her appropriating staples
she is a reflection
of a reflection
of a reflection
of a reflection
but you, my dear neapolitans,
how holistically human you happen to be
and what a human thing to do
to braid oneself with a few
ventricles of other hearts unseen
you are not special insofar as you are human
and the home you make mistakes you
for a permanent resident, assumes you
are a planted person whose sole purpose is bloomin
but you are dynamic, not static
you do not live in someone's attic
you move around, the ground beneath you
isn't bequeathed to staying beneath you,
you
keep moving and loving and all of the aboving
because our love isn't something
that can be taken away by a location change
or how 21,000 hearts are arranged
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
Once upon a time
There was a little seed
Who laid outside in the cold
Getting strangled by the ****
But there came a draught
The **** did not survive
But the little seed was strong,
The little seed was alive.
After that the rain came
Rivers started to flow,
The little seed used this chance
To grow and grow and grow...
When the winter was gone,
When there was not one more shower
The little seed looked up at the sky
And the little seed was a flower!
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
The trees they are a blowin’
The songs are being sung
The smell of spring upon us
A taste of winter is almost gone
The sun it is a shinin’
A little warmer every day
The flowers they are a bloomin’
And the bees are out to play
The people they are a smilin’
It must be something in the rays
The cool breeze is almost finished
Taking the cold winter air away
The children they are a laughin’
The birds are surely chirpin’
The world is still as crazy
But is prayin’ and a hopin’
Enjoy a ray or two this evening
And the moonlight later on
Make love until you move no more
And repeat it on and on
Brockman ©
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 10:00 AM UTC
Whatever your heart wants most in life...
The kind of things that you do not get
Which might just depress or even make sad
Whatever your heart can desire like this
It couldn’t possibly have
Which is why in the first place
Your blasted, bloomin, beggin heart
Most definitely wants but cannot have
Whatever it is it’s desires so bad
And you don’t have to quote me when I say that
Just go ahead and trace one of your heart-strings back
To the unwinding thing which you couldn’t have
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
Just a lonely somebody
walked up and said
"How do you do
the things that seem simple
like being happy?"
Who can respond
to such blatant honesty
in a socially acceptable way?
Butterflies bloomin'
intervention season
no real reason,
but sun and moon and weather are effective
in ruining moods
we're little animals deep way down
almost cute and endearing
if it weren't for brains and opinions and feelings
then we'd be perfect little
non-humans
who wouldn't be happy
but at least we wouldn't know the difference
between two greater goods
and a hand full of disappointments.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 12:36 PM UTC