"dinings" poems
Holiday cheers, the spirits now here to up the downpit moods! Where swinger's go singers, and companionship is far beyond due!
Stringed up longing, stuffed feathered innocent pleasures where the gravy spells of finer of many dinings!!
Bring good tidings you attitude bringer, you dope sick slinger, thine gun has drawn itself to fast!!!! Parties awake the deadened vines, where ghastly projectors contract the powers of unearthly glass!!!
The world moves to slow!, STOP, look ahead fantasizer, the escalated wheels to fast!!!
Sodomatic beauty, input newbie, your thistles are spreading the fences, where trashcans and benches distinguish flawful fate!!!
A fulfillment of vows, a timeless volgate. Proverbial collection's detest the furnaced crucible, where Loophole's are bound and bagged to be stench!!!!
Glider of turbulance, father of remembrance, forget what thine holy teacher has taught you to be???
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
The unnecessary repetitions
of your bodies breathing
it climbs the stairway
of the spine
tripping over and over
on the same creaking step
of disbelief,
****** knees
find themselves in missing sheets
that hung from the seems
on backyard linings
until the ghosts of the ground
took them for their sacred dinings
reminders written into sticky notes
posted on the walls of the skull
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
Christmas time is here again, but it's lost part of it's cheer.
It's not how it's supposed to be, or like it was last year
Some families are being kept apart, Some people are alone
Outside dinings not ideal, when you freeze to the bone !
Catching a chill must be allowed, no matter if your old
Government's they just don't care, if you die from the cold
Days reduced from five to one, there's no standing by convictions
The ones in charge just cannot help, enforcing new restrictions
Authorities can bend the rules, but we can't compromise
Scare tactics are always used, mixed in with all their lies
The Christmas spirits calling you, our festivities are broken
I don't believe a single word, that Downing Street has spoken
What happened to humanity, amongst the policies of blindness
Even Scrooge he was redeemed, from the milk of human kindness
Past Christmases they seemed so good, compared to the Christmas present
The future doesn't have a place, if lifes forced into unpleasant
Sat alone can not be grand, for a person's mental health
No love for forgotten hearts, lonley on a dusty shelf
I'd rather take my chances, and extend a helping hand
Because that is so much better, than a devisitated land
So pour yourself another drink, and then raise up your glass
Toast old Boris with this chant, Hay Johnson kiss my ****
Take a sip of pure contempt, signed with one mighty pen.
"Boris Johnson **** right off", please vacate number ten
You are no longer needed, we're sick of your ******* face
All you have done is to condemn, the entire human race
So take your stupid hair cut, this is something we all yern
Tied to a stake where witches stand.
And we'll all watch you burn
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC