"jokey" poems
I can see Cecily's ****** bars.
Sammy can see them as well.
After he speaks
I keep catching him peek.
She knows that he sees, I can tell.
Bailey has smoked too much **** again.
He's dribbling over my shoes.
He acted all jokey
And tried out smoke me.
It went without saying he'd lose.
Tom's on the floor by the table.
We don't know if he's alive,
Hugging Joe's feet,
Who is slumped on the seat.
I don't think they're due to survive.
Chris had a couple of pills.
Ethan a tab or a few.
Toria's tweaking,
Max is just peaking,
Matt's throwing up in the loo.
I'm on the sofa while writing,
Louie beside me in tears.
We may have our issues
With drugs and their misuse,
But **** it, it gives me ideas.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
Is there someone out there that can make the insecure, secure?
The lost become found?
The weak become strong?
The introvert extrovert and all things in-between?
The ugly more beautiful?
The headedness and nightmares become more of a joke?
The sounds in the background become solid and free
Chuck out the garbage
The ties that bind thee
Those that put you in trouble of the deepest kind
The ugliest of mothers hellbent on revenge
Taking out pennies from someone else's den
Is there someone decent and cool
To help get along in the life of a fool?
I am the pest the irregular verb
Adjectives, hyphens the comma's full stop and nerds
All comprehensive found sometimes expensive
So you'll never know what kind of gift wraps inside
Quaky, Jackie, Stumble bunny and fall
Am running amok for the sake of it all
Sinderella what a fella
He went to the garden zoo
Played hokey cokey
Oh what a jokey
He even drank the soup
Happy Halloween you creeps!
© Bernard M Coldwell all rights reserved
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
I don't suit hats
and I'm not their cup of tea.
My head is just the wrong shape
and it's far too small you see.
So the hats that I have
quite simply have to be
of the jokey, laughing,
giggling, silliest variety.
I've a pink hat with bobbles,
and a purple fluffy beast,
an Arsenal grey with dangling braids,
and a multicoloured feast
of points and tassles, braids and swirls.
I guess I'm not like other girls.
But none of the boys
will walk along with me.
Still, I don't mind. I love daft hats,
and my daft hats love me.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 12:28 PM UTC
I propose that we...
Snuggle up under our duvets,
Call in sick to wherever, whoever,
Shut the bedroom door,
and write way too much, all day long.
Post it all, no cheating, no deleting,
Let's do it!
I'm not joking.
Into bed with us all,
This is the right day
For a write day.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
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***there once was a man who was a peeper
who spied on girls while they were asleeper
to Tom it was a jokey
'til he got thrown in the pokey
now Tom is a registered *** creeper***
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
Flippant, frivolous, funny.
Witty, droll, comic.
Jokey, playful, sportive.
Mischievous—a whole 'nother
can of worms.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
I text you.
As usual.
It’s jokey.
You say that top I’m wearing would look good on your floor.
Then you stop.
Correct yourself.
‘Our.’
Our floor?
‘Us’, ‘we’, ‘you’, ‘me’.
Our.
You say you’ll take care of me and I tell you I won’t run away.
You joke about the pressure.
You want to see me again.
You want to kiss me a million times.
You say you’re my guy and I’m your girl.
Our floor, our lives, our one mind together.
Our.
You tell me in sleepy pillow talk a thousand miles away.
‘I’m wrapped around your finger.’
‘I’, ‘you’, ‘me’, ‘we’.
I have to google it.
Am I manipulative because of it?
Or do I have way too much power in this situation?
The internet tells me I should be happy.
You are already head over heels.
Am I head over heels?
Are ‘we’ head over heels?
We joke again.
If we were rich, where would we live.
‘New York, of course,’ I said.
‘Let’s get a place in the Caribbean too.’ He said.
An island built for two,
Just me and you.
An island un-alone,
We say it over the phone.
I wish I was permanently near,
Not far,
So that you and I, us,
Could become an ‘our’.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
I hate that I'm always trying to fit myself into a box
I get so frustrated with myself
Trying to be what everyone wants me to be
A different version of myself for every friend, lover, family member, stranger
It doesn't matter
I want to please everyone
But you can't please everyone
I can't
And I can't stand it
Why can't I be exactly what you need?
Because I can only be me
Me
Who am I?
Such a cliched question
I always thought I knew who I was
But lately, I'm never sure
Am I sarcastic and hardworking and cheerful, like the girl at work?
Am I silly and jokey and fun, like the girl with my friends?
Am I quiet and thoughtful and sweet, like the girl at school?
Am I **** and nerdy and fun, like the girl that's with you?
Who am I?
I'm all of these things
All of these things at different times and at the same time and it's making me crazy
I can't even write good poetry
That's how crazy it's making me
And you know what the worst part is?
None of it's good enough
I feel like so few people truly love me
So I'm trying so hard to be these different people and I'm falling short every time
So what I really need to do....
Is to stop trying
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
I grabbed her fawning hands to mine
And we danced on the dish of the moon
Serenaded by a loon's rollicking tune
That could not keep up with
Our loud passion cries
Echoing hill to hill
Back and forth In and out
Crescendoing into ecstatic shouts
Easing us finally to love's little death
Nearly out of breath
As we watched the jokey sun rising in the west
And how our tired kisses
Were flying off our lips
Into the clownish banditry of the wind's harsh riffs
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
Ah, she's got these twinkly eyes, ya know?
Like really thin blue irises and really bright blue.
Not neon blue that's so bright it's lost colour,
but bright blue like you find on a Caribbean beach.
You've had a good look at her eyes.
You really like her, I can already tell.
When she looks at you,
Can you see the emotion in her eyes?
Do her eyes shine when she looks at you?
I don't know,
She always seems happy when I see her. But they're warm eyes as well
When I was sad they were warm and understanding,
When I was happy and jokey they were...
Alive
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC