"jinks" poems
A shark
afebrile acceded
deep in
shallows there
his teeth
lasted with
anticipation of
her bay
was akin
to high
jinks as
his floridity
was aghast
with achievement
that caught
her so
nobly again.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
my only dream now
to return to the old preppy garments
and the boisterous hallway
with friendly arms around my neck
breathing the whiff of boisterous energy
to feel the brotherly armor
the friendly kiss of peace
the high jinks
the giggling and throaty beats of husky youths
the naive maturity of free thinkers
filled with optimistic hopes...
Save! what a misery it is to know
to know that my juvenile years
can never return to me.
I pity thyself.
Oh how quickly time fades!
but memos forever remain.
I was only an invisible spectator.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Red owl Raoul
is black cat jesus, that's me.
She is a buddha *****
cosmic Kali.
WE BOTH
LIKE
PANCAKES!
We be time-benders;
the Moonrise
Kingdom children.
She's the d-flow,
I'm the P-funk.
We both be seein the future
in-synchronistic
copacetically hieroglyphic kaleidoscope jazz time.
Speakin' cayenne magic,
we make love with eye blinks
and smoke kisses.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
I am a wicked witch
With black hair, crooked teeth
My friends call me Myrtle
My cat Jinks, who can’t spell, calls me Keith
I can turn an ugly, fat frog into prince
When I spend my nights making spells
But it’s much funnier and more often, than not
The prince is turned into a frog, don’t tell.
I am a wicked witch
I have princesses knocking at my door
Looking for true loves first kiss. Yuk!
So, they buy apples and spinning wheels
Hoping to find their prince, tough luck!
The princes are living in my pond, eating flies.
But I tell them eat the apples, ***** their fingers
One day their prince will come. Wicked me, what lies!
I am a wicked witch
The king has arrived at my door
He isn’t looking happy. I best make ready to run.
Witch Myrtle, he says, I need your help
I don’t know what to do. You are the only one
That I can rely on, no-one else can do.
A Dragon is roaming the kingdom
He roars fire, eats sheep, I need you.
I am a wicked witch
But I say kindly, my King there is no need to worry
I have the just the thing that can help
But you must promise to do everything I say
You can have no misgivings, no doubt
I have a sword that will cut through dragon scaling
And flame-proof armour, nothing like you’ve seen
So stop your crying and no more wailing
Now listen carefully. Good, he seems keen
I am such a wicked witch
Word has come back from the town
Telling of the meeting between the king and dragon
How the king stood tall and proud, despite the titters all around
Dressed in a flame proof diaper and holding a green snake tail rattle
How the dragon looked at the king, before slowly falling to the ground
People say in all their years, they had never seen the sight
Of a dragon rolling in laughter, there is no stranger sound.
Oh dear, I am a wicked witch
The king sent solders to arrest me. But I have sent them back
As rats dressed in ballet shoes and fluffy white tatu’s.
I am sure the King will like them. But then again, maybe not.
I think it’s time I left this house and pack up all my things.
I am ready to go with Jinks on my shoulder. But this broom’s too small
So, I call in a favour from a friend, and he is happy to oblige
Because dragon, really is the best way to fly, after all.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
Can you hear the waves?
Crashing through the caves,
Every inch, every glimpse,
There's a jinks.
Can you feel the air?
Touching your svelte hair,
Maybe it touched your heart,
Like you're a subtle art.
As they say; seasons change,
It will quickly rearrange,
No more waves for you to hear,
The change you always fear.
As you roam your eyes,
You'll remember that time flies,
You wasted the moment,
You never noticed even one movement.
Wait for a falling star,
Wish rather than putting it in a jar,
You will start to appreciate everything,
When everything becomes nothing,
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
be
beat it
beache it
that itch
catch ******
fetchingly
high jinks
a kite to tie
a sky to sway
off and away
off and away
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
When we straighten out the kinks
give up the high jinks and the japes,
the capers that we catered to
who do we become?
Stiff collared stuffed shirts or
ladies in their bolstered skirts?
peasants as pleasant as they may be
are not the people I want for me.
I like the middle of the road brigade
The marmite, toast and marmalade
set on the table ready laid brigade
actually
I just like brigades
the words sounds so military
full of shot and shell and blood and
guts,
the dead don't go to hell
they join
a brigade
brigade, brigade, brigade, brigade
the call I hear must be obeyed
my kinks are just as ***** now
don't know how and do not care
the table's laid in time for
one more and one
brigade.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
The day comes but once a year
For pranksters, jokers and the fools
To bring a twisted kind of cheer
By breaking all the rules
Doughnuts filled with mayo
Is just one of many things
With googly-eyed potatoes
Hiding in the wings
Masquerading caramel onions
And toothpaste oreos
Fun with food corruptions
Are there for your dispose
Mento ice-cube bombs for soda
Clear nail polish painted soap
Anecdotal numbered quotas
A high jinks kaleidoscope
Pranks and hoaxes they like to play
On unsuspecting fellows
Deeming themselves as attache's
To the 'April Fools' bellows
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
( )
• •
) (
^^^ /\
/\ ^^^
///
The old peddler ........
(Weariness )
Dreams die ugly but we can be free
Of the mean ole world !
••
••
We lie to our Lover when we say
I LOVE YOU !
But when our Lover says
I LOVE YOU !
We think the talk is true !!!!
( REALLY ? ------ !! )
••
Do you really think your ditzy little emotional hi - jinks
Are worthy of the name of LOVE ?
••
••
Oh well
( the sighing Sea )
Death is everywhere
We do not mind cause we're IN LOVE !!
••
AND GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE SENT DOWN
HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON
AND ENROLLED HIM IN AN AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL
SO HE COULD LEARN WHAT LOVE IS
AND SAVE THE WORLD !!
( don't sound right ! )
///
But what the **** do we care !
••
The ole peddler
( weary )
••
The truth still shining
All can see
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
Sometimes things are okay,
And its also acceptable to admit that they are
Its also alrght to fear words could jinks them and make them bad again.
Sometimes its okay to be afraid, of loss and abandonment,
And its alright to voice those fears,
But its also sanctioned to fear those fears and keep them in a trapped state.
And its fine to hide it from people
As it is fine to share them to whom you please.
Its all right to wake up in the morning and dread the sight of yourself in the mirror.
And its granted to have doubts about who you are.
But its also okay to let people see you and convince you what they see is nothing but flawless.
Its okay to hate yourself and love others as it is okay to let others love you.
And to believe you have a gorgeous yet dark soul is perfectly beautiful too.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
When they had all they had to eat of
peppercorns and roasted meat,
they decided in extravagance
to strip quite naked and to dance.
I blame the barley wine, for that
get together of a time
but they denied it was to blame
and said
it's only high jinks and a game
then invited me to join in,
I declined quite rapidly and
trotted home to have my tea.
It was a normal day in Whitehall.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
I woke from a dream this morning
with three penises
and three sets of testicles
sprouting from my groin
I was astonished
wondering about the implications
could they all perform?
could I have *** with three women?
or three men?
which gender did these penises prefer?
and how would that work?
or would I be too embarrassed by this mutation to ever have *** again?
I imagined a hand touching down there and felt
extreme embarrassment
no, this was definitely the end of my *** life
I would never have *** again
then something shifted
in my mind
and I woke
from THAT dream
original factory settings restored (I checked)
relieved (so relieved)
this was one problem the universe had not thrown in my lap (haha)
I can still see those tiny peckers though
like a bouquet of newborn masculinity
what high jinks
are going on
at the bottom of the ocean in my brain?
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
They say I love you
But can't handle you
— limpidly vulnerable
To understand you
Will never happen because
They don't really wanna stand by you
An immature act, they will see
Like buggered child
Who gets easily hurt with petty *****
During high jinks, you'll see them
But never a glimpsed during crestfallen
Because feeling pain and getting hurt
Is childish for them...
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
Let’s think
of the sunk cost fallacy
whereby
the sweat, tears and cash
you’ve ****** into your endeavours
means you never let go
of your burning ambition
so you beg borrow steal
to stave off the immutable truth
that you’re wrong
Then let’s think
that instead of a business
or crazy high jinks
you invested in the sense that
some humans outrank others
at birth
and hidden behind the privilege
of that thought you ignored
what was often in front of your face
or at your work place
or fatally jogging through your neighbourhood
til it shone straight in your eyes
and your beg steal borrowing
does nothing
because lies and filthy ideologies
can’t stand the light of day
so grasp as you will at
the pictures and voices of shills
who defend the grotesque
and try to mess up a people,
a nation,
with fat cat, fat handed,
fat tongued oppression
your fingers ***** but empty
The lesson:
it’s ok to be wrong
it’s ok to draw lines
under ugly pasts
so futures can be brighter,
you can apologise,
learn
and make right
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
Time tumbling head over heels
the Winter holds sway;
Enjoyment of snow-a time
of high jinks
playful to set loose- the
child of a Universal truth.
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 3:34 PM UTC