"kiddy" poems
He pulled and parked the supply red wagon,
then climbed the mast to the captain's cabin.
Captain Red is ready for adventure.
A quest to collect the world's best treasure.
His pirate crew is renowned far and wide.
They're rough and tough and they don't ever cry.
But none of them boys has the captain's stuff.
So don't mess with him, man, cause he don't bluff.
This motley crew has achieved many feats,
has never suffered a single defeat,
and has seen the most incredible things:
whales, whirlpools, storms, mermaids, krakens and kings.
"Set sail," squaws the boss as he munches lunch
and the Ocean Destroyer leaves port Wunche.
These rolling green hills are now ocean waves.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
...
"Hey Benjamin!" beams the first mate Susanne.
Impeding the journey that just began.
"We already played this game. It's my turn!"
The first mate trumps the captain, Ben will learn.
...
Her spacesuit crew is renowned far and wide.
They're smart and nice and they don't ever lie.
But none of these girls has commander's stuff.
So don't mess with her, girl, cause she don't bluff.
This brainy crew has achieved many feats,
has never suffered a single defeat,
and has seen the most incredible things:
aliens, black holes, stars, and martian springs.
"Lift off!" beams the boss as she munches lunch
and the Star Chasing Rocket leaves base Wunche.
These rural backyards are now rocky space.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
...
"Hey Susanne!" beams the pilot Benjamin.
Impeding the flight before it begins.
"We already played this game. It's my turn!"
The pilot trumps commander, Sue will learn.
...
Boys and girls grow up and out the front door.
Those children’s games evolve to adult chores;
those kiddy lawns to grandparent’s domain.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
i don’t know how someone as small as me
with bones that break at the sight of heat lightning
and heart strings that thread apart at the sound of his voice
could make anyone feel like the sun shines brighter
through kaleidoscope eyes—
you’re okay if it brings out the freckles on your face,
and you feel good, you feel alive
you say i showed you how to love in a new way,
that i taught you to be so much more okay with your tummy,
“it’s been very freeing and life is a lot better, thank you,”
but i feel like i can’t say you’re welcome
because i am a messy cliché of imperfect scraps and hypocrisy
loosely sewn together with
“you are strong you are strong you are strong,”
but i feel so weak i feel so weak i feel so weak
and i am not steady hands, they shake like
wet dogs after kiddy pool baths,
i am flower seeds that forgot how to bloom,
trapped below the surface of a garden that feels like quicksand
and i’m sorry but you don’t see all the mistakes i make,
all the words i’ve preached that look back at me
and laugh when they see
what i feel, what i think, who i am behind closed doors,
i’m sorry.
you keep hanging medals around my neck, and
they’re so heavy, and i don’t know
what to say besides i love you
when you speak words of adoration,
but please do not praise me, i am not good.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
stuck pig
injecting
in a tiny house
on a green island
raining
a jungle of
cable
internet a
septic
tank
I run a
maze
grow bananas
wait for delivery
departure
line up
for my plastic
sippy cup
eat
pancakes
stack
Bromantane
for breakfast
nootropics
family
replacement
new tropical
smoothie
maker
prime member
of the Amazon
got to stimulate
my work in the garden
see that
water feature
it’s a duck pond
no it’s
an empty kiddy pool
but on a tree
I’m over it
an antler bromeliad
hunting trophy
a certification
of my triumph
the plot
next to it
my head
in the mail
a miniature guillotine
to repatriate
my body
and tail
still moving
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
A seventies child
Born in Wales, one of the four
Countries of The UK.
I remember brown as the colour
of the day.
Fabric embossed wallpaper
all the neighbours names, who married who,
who was carrying on, the alcoholic, the beaten wives,
Even, get this the peadophiles (or kiddy fiddlers as was known)
Dai the milk, Mair the bread, the shop of infinite items.
Rugby practice for dad, baking for mam
(Cake and babies) gossip over the garden hedge
Fish on a Friday a Sunday roast, hot sweet tea.
Bubble and squeak, post delivered before you
left for school. Mist on the mountain, dew on the grass.
Welsh valley life, sounds idyllic
but scratch the surface and a darker colour
than brown emerges. Petty squablings leading to
familial feuds, the Williamses don't get on with
the Joneses, and as for the Pritchards, less said the better.
School, local, no not for me. I was sent to a Welsh
School, taught and learnt the language denied to my
Parents by English politics. Cat amongst the pigeons there.
Did I think I was special? Ideas above her station. That's what
the neighbours say.
Well, you all had the option.
Dr Forbes FRCS
Delivered babies buried men and women
Loved by all, especially his lollipop sweets.
I wasn't a child to get ***** or rip wrapping paper
off of gifts, I liked to go under the stairs (like Harry Potter)
and read. I left the dirt for my sister born 4 years later.
Then in 1982 came my brother, tidy my mother describes it.
'74,'78,'82 poor dad to have to wait I say!
More pubs than chapels, more walking than driving
more rain than sun, more music than ever was sung.
The '80's came, and we had strikes, no electric, candles
toast made with a toasting fork over the fire.
No mines, no steel, no jobs.
Picket lines, dole queues, women in work
latchkey kids, Thatcherism, ******* times.
Falklands war, IRA bombs, Royal weddings
Tory rule
But, the fire in the dragon never went out
and Tom Jones still sings his heart out.
Cymru cysglyd gwlad y gân, deffrwch
nawr, dyma'ch tro.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
Stumbling and mumbling like a bumbling idiot
Feeling like a toddler who is barely learning how to speak
The first steps, tiny baby steps
Into this territory called "love"
"Kiddy crushing, puppy loving" --
That's what they all call it.
Tongue twisters, tying my tongue into tight knots.
These feelings puzzle my brain.
Questioning every movement, every moment
Waiting patiently for everything to click together
Two halves of a whole taken apart
By those who think they are better than us
Word goes around and around
But never seems to land on the truth
Avoiding all the right answers
Even if it was right in the center,
Bolded, capitalized letters, and highlighted
Just for you.
It will slap you in the face and tell you,
"Get your head out of the clouds!"
Because you need to realize that real life is not a fairy tale,
Not a story straight from the classics.
It is not told at night before your bedtime,
Before your parents tuck you in and kiss you goodnight.
It is something learned from experience,
Something that walks in at all the wrong times.
It'll walk in through the doors when you're crying
And it could walk in during breakfast while you're making your favorite morning coffee.
It even walks out, sometimes unannounced
Even during your happiest moments.
Because that's what love is:
Unpredictable
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
Fragile handle with care.
I have animosity towards the moon.
You look upon it with such a warm heart.
If only you could see that it was apart...of me.
The cosmic stars are pieces of my soul that I have sent out
I chose them to hang iridescently high because I do not think you could handle them.
I do not think that you could care for them the way the moon, which you look so fondly upon, does.
I use then darkness as a shield to hide from you who I am.
Who I really am
If you were to peel back the layers of the sky...the atmosphere which I have built to protect me you may see...
A soul that although reigns a good 6 feet tall actually feels as though she is only good enough to ride the kiddy rides at Disneyland.
If you were to listen to what the moon has to say as it phases with the ever changing days you would hear....
I speak loudly because no one listens, even when I am screaming, so just to be heard I say loud obscured things, I don’t mean all the time.
If you were to know what the nocturnal think about when they emerge from their daytime slumbers you would know...
That even though I truly know how things will happen and how my life go I cannot help but to make up scenarios in my head that would rival even the greatest love story.
And if by some way you were to know what the dark is truly like...
You would know what it is like to be me every minute of everyday.
I am the dark...I am fragile. I can be shattered by just the mere presence of a bright light. I am quite and I know the secrets of the world. I can be your greatest companion or the one you can’t rid your life of fast enough. I can be the optimism for a new day or the reminicing of the best day fleeting.
I AM the stars.
I AM the moon.
I AM the silence.
I AM the grey.
I AM fragile like the owl.
Or silent like the shooting star.
I fall just as hard and just as fast but then I am going going gone.
I am just as fragile as the light of the moon.
I am just as fragile. I am just as fragile. I am just as fragile, But if you feel the need to shine your flood light and erase me.
Please let me know first so I can tell dawn to come a little faster so I don’t have to see you **** me with your own bare hands.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC
Sad, mooning morning
Lost beasts and time
Disgust for machine lust overwhelming
It's not that I don't love you
That you don't love me enough
To sinfully and wantonly **** me
After all it's my birthday
Cause I'm old and you've lost interest
in being the man I loved
That's why our children tricked you
into writing and sending your confession
Stand up and take a bow
we learned your lessons well
who to trust, how to trust, and when
Turned us kids into your spies,
your lies, your alibis
to get us to create the software to do it
So you could **** your mystic **** genie
please know our kindness as hatred
All access passes to dumb *********
This memeallscene is a gallery crawl,
a gallow's walk of perps,
who should have known better
Just a thanks for clogging
the artists' ether with kiddy ****
much love for Kate Torn
we used your magick
to put us back together
Your address is on the ticket,
the reddress that you bought her.
Tap lightly, tap lively not,
the tuoche of Jack Frost is upon you.
All the best and much kindness.
Perfection is a trick of the mind.
This poem will change and tighten
the ties that bind us together
From the women and men of Bandahache.
for the women who sign away the right
to tell their stories
I hear you Anita Hill
But we've been stalked and stifled long enough
Yes, that's what prayer can do
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
Spinning on a top of color;
The balloons are inflated in the desk,
and the rainbow streamers gave me a paper-cut.
I thought the red make-up was blood.
Running and jumping up and down
on a box of inflatable candy,
that turned my lips purple and blue.
My dad thought it was lipstick,
so he gave me an old ***** magazine.
When the animals morphed into balloons,
I petted them with grass stuck to my hand.
And POP! – goes the poodle,
in the parking lot next to the splattered juice cups.
My friend cried and wiped his eyes with icing
as a clown grinned, showing his orange teeth
that was the same color of the cheese-curls in the bowl,
that the three year-old just poured into the kiddy pool.
I got lost in the ball-pit.
I remember every color, then nothing;
Gray had became the fun
to a depressed clown wishing he’d got the hang
of life’s circus.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
I am not sure which is bloodier, more gruesome –
birth or death. It is like asking God if he prefers Eve to Adam
for demolishing that false sense of security,
specks of pride dissolved in snake venom apples.
There is mourning in creating monsters
as there is in killing them: I see starving children with
round, pregnant bellies and somehow they are more at peace than
I am on my best day. We will understand when we are dead,
not in the act of becoming a ghost, but once we are one.
When I was little, I saw the house on Camellia’s corner
crumble: attacked from behind, the same swamp I had in mine.
I had not noticed its yellow shingles before
and suddenly, this nine year old girl felt lonely for
bricks and plaster and the refrigerator hung on its balcony door.
On its side like a woman in labor –
midwives have her in a kiddy pool, the origin of its
name. Imagine being baptized before you take your first breath.
Ametrine is an amalgamation of two gemstones:
amethyst and citrine. I am that of my parents, one quarter grandma.
She who I never met but got my alcoholic mother from.
My clumsiness stemmed there, the constant
stumbling on invisible rocks and breeding ****** knees –
having two daughters who bleed monthly, but it’s never in sync.
Still, I cannot grasp being proud of ghostliness
when there are millions of invisible children in clear blood.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Princess Lollypoppy is going to school
Albeit kiddy school, it's still school
Many friends will she make
Possibly some hearts she would break
Maybe now's a good time for her to gather her troops
For the kingdom she intends to overtake
Surely three and four year olds will listen to her
She'll give them lollies in exchange for their loyal regard
Her plans are in motion
A coup is underway
Wait a minute, what is Prince Lollypoopsie doing in the door way!
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
i want to, sit on a park bench
at the beginning of autumn
sipping our take away coffee and watching
the singular fragments of leaves on fire
falling from the trees
to whirl softly before landing on the ground
i want to, go fishing on a pier sitting over a lake
on a fresh spring morning
just to catch a fish with you
name it something ridiculous
and release it back into the wild, so i can say that we
officially domesticated a wild animal together
i want to, go and see a kiddy movie in the theaters
so we can sit in the front row and watch
while feeding each other popcorn
then wait till the end of the rolling credits, when everyone else is gone
before racing each other
up the stairs and pushing the doors open to outside
i want to, stand in the supermarket
drawing little faces on the condensations and
light heartedly bickering with you in front of the freezers
about the right flavor ice-cream
for our movie night on your couch at home
before deciding on purchasing both of them
i want to, stand under a light pole
on a mild summer night
with crickets as our backing music
the moon our only audience, and dance slowly
like the world doesn't exist outside of the small
pool of light at our feet
some of the many innocent things i want to do with you...
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
We splashed in the pool
Together, the kiddy one
That is now too small.
She huddled in the
Car with me when I was scared
Of the thunderstorm.
She helped me sneak through
Her house at midnight and showed
Me her ice cream stash.
Sneaking grins across
The church on Sunday morning;
Well, we still do that.
She helped show me that
The world doesn't have to be
All work and no play.
Her liveliness and
Generosity show me
True, pure happiness.
I know we're growing
Up, but I hope she will al-
ways be my best friend.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
I am eating sweets like a spoiled fat kid
the elated surge of sugar coursing through veins
like kiddy *******
zooming through internal tubes
green lights all the way
soon to be shuddering as I pass the summit
and descend,
coming down faster then theTwin Towers
when there’s a boom there’s always a bust
what goes up will always come down
gravity is invisible and it's inevitable
a ghost hanging on your shoulders
the sheer weight of all this.
Boredom flogs me
and time is the vinegar thats poured in my wounds.
I want be on the savannah shooting lions with the sun turning my neck into cracked leather. I would shoot it without mercy or malice I’ll look it right between the eyes then I’ll pull the trigger. I’ll watch the dessert ground absorb his blood. It will just dissappear.
I am an astronaut bouncing on the moon. I have planted bombs in capital cities. I have stolen from museums.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Sierra,
You're my sister,
And if you're hurt,
And you're in the hospital I think I might just have to conquer my fear.
I've been lost lately,
And I can tell from the last time I saw you,
You've been lost too.
I'm sorry all I could do was make you laugh and smile,
And it might not have been real laughter or smiling,
But you don't deserve the pain you're going through,
And if I could I'd **** all the pain from you and unto me.
Because I think I deserve it more than you.
You've always been there to listen,
You've always been there to free my spirit,
And I'm sorry I never thanked you.
I always did listen to what you had to say..
And I'm sorry philosophical advice was all I could give you.
I remember our funnest memories and our bad memories
Naming the trampoline, Fernanand of course.
Always searching for resources
All the little tea parties we used to have.
Jumping on Fernanand with the sprinklers on and listening to Bon Jovi and screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs.
Sleeping on Fernanand , getting eaten alive by misquitoes.
Sitting under the mushroom at the public kiddy pool.
Seeing all those shadows,
Sharing deep dark secrets.
Our first meeting.
Setting notes under the house mats like we were spies.
Playing tip the cow on Fernanand.
Crying together.
Funny make overs
Sharing books,
Being ourselves.
Being sisters
Our bad memories...
Our fights
Moving ...
And when you're hurt,
I hurt too.
I don't know why you got this pain,
I did not.
When I deserve it more,
Than you.
You,
My dearest friend Sierra.
You did nothing.
Would you still hurt,
If we were together,
Sierra
I wish I could help.
I wish I could come visit you
But I don't think you'd like it if I had to commit ****** in a hospital to do that.
We are attached by soul chains
If you snap,
I will snap with you.
Do me a favor and don't snap.
Never give up..
Shoot for the stars...
Cry when you need to...
Write when you want....
Just because you're in that room,
Does not mean you cannot achieve your dreams.
Your description...
Just a girl following her dreams...
You're more than that..
You're my inspiration achieving her dreams.
We will never lose each other...
you cry, I cry.
You hurt, I hurt.
You don't deserve this pain...
I do...
Sierra..
My dearest friend..
My dearest sister...
My closest friend...
My closest sister....
Please understand..
If I could come and save you,
I would....
To all the world's best, You're the best...
Never forget...
Sierra...
I love and miss you...
And I hope to see you soon..
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 1:13 PM UTC
Echo one, Another hung ansuz games through padishah
Satellite twos, Saplant end master orian's human hellspawn
Pride three kiddy riddlers intro dilemas enthraling inepts
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
As he dived headfirst into the
kiddy pool, he was thinking of you,
and the roses gathering dust under
your bed that you wouldn't find
until next year, when you were packing
for a trip into the countryside
to clear your head.
He remembered your dreams as he
plunged hard into the concrete floor
of the place you spent your summers in
as a child, the one you loved most
when the sun was shining and no
bodies clouded the path between light
and what we perceive to be darkness.
In love and lust, he mourned your
freckles upon hitting the bottom,
his bones floating off to sulk
in the corner somewhere as his brain continued
to think of the possibilities when one has
gone and broken his own spine in a
reckless attempt to somehow get born.
When you pack his tongue into your
briefcase someday, I hope you'll remember
the way the sky felt on the day you told him
you weren't in love.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
Religious **** Religious Crap, Religious Dung and Stool
"Christianity" today...Puke to fill a kiddy-pool
-
Then the "christians" jump right in, play patty-cake all day
Say some lovey-dovey prayers...chase the Devil far away
-
That baddy-baddy Devil, "christians" don't allow
To him hold up a crucifix, then go kiss their Sacred Cow
-
They don't have to worry, 'bout Wrath or WWIII
They think they'll fly away...Oh yea, lets wait and see
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
Remember who you were before they broke you.
As you are picking shards of them out of your skin
not able to see your reflection clearly in the broken glass-
remember yourself.
You are not the pieces they left you with
broken and bleeding for each piece of your broken heart-
You are strong
you will not give them the last pieces you have left
because you are holding out for someone special.
The edges of your fingers are cut from the shards
and you spend your days picking up pieces of yourself
from the bed where they used to lay beside you
and you somehow can't get their smell out of your bedsheets.
Every time you fall asleep the empty space cries for you to fill it
but time and time again you drown it out with tears.
You've spent your days crying oceans for someone
who wouldn't shed a raindrop for you
and the puddle you've made at the edge of your feet
is no longer shallow-
it's still more like a kiddy pool and it's deeper than it once was
and you tell yourself to wake up, stop crying and get a ******* mop!
You keep trying to tell yourself the ends of your fingers
no longer need bandaids
your nose no longer needs shirt sleeves
and those eyes of yours are finally starting to see clearly now
but you see one more shard laying in the puddle you just mopped up
you look and wonder how the **** you got here
how the wreckage in your bones feels more like home
than you ever did with someone else
and you ******* rebuild.
That shard of glass is now your lighthouse
you look down at it and laugh as you pick it up
bandage free fingers you cling to that brokenness
and you look into that glass and finally see yourself for the first time.
You were always a soldier, picking out the broken parts of yourself-
putting them into something else, someone else until you felt whole
but you didn't realize
you were drafted into a war you didn't sign up for-
until it was actually over and you were left with the affects.
But now you have more strength than you did before
and these bones are no longer wreckage, no longer weak.
They are built from muscle memory by tragedy and heartbreak.
So pump the brakes.
Don't be afraid to slow down once in a while
and know that not everything will turn into a wreck-
your world may turn upside down for a while
but that never means you can't learn to enjoy living that way.
So rebuild.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
And you've never understood this feeling
It's not love
I don't have the capacity
But if I don't have you I'll cry
No
If I don't have your attention
I'm a selfish creature by nature and you keep giving me what I want
But you're on the deep end while I'm in the kiddy pool
I try to stay in shallow waters were no sharks are so I don't get hurt.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
sometimes i smile, sometimes i cry.
sometimes i fall, sometimes i fly.
i was cheerful and jolly yesterday,
i am frustrated and silent today.
right now i love scrolling down some of my selfie ,
later I'm gonna be like "jeez, it's creepy"
sometimes i enjoy someone's company,
but in the end I'm leaving you lonely.
I'm gonna be you're pretty lover,
2days, 3days, of course it don't last forever.
i would never accept one's apology,
if i do it's one in a million history.
firm decisions i would never have,
i wouldn't always fly like a dove.
being normal is out of my vocabulary,
i love playing puzzles and solving mystery.
falling down, failures. i can't do it, I'm not fine.
but then I'll stand up crossing each and every line.
my mama said i am a princess,
i said, no! i am a servant your highness.
i am enjoying the life of being the FAMOUS.
oh please wake up, it's kiddy fictitious.
i could be outstandingly number 1 if i wanted to.
but it's lonely up there and boring too.
yes, yes, it's annoyingly annoying.
no, no, i am practically enjoying.
i am the weirdest, the forever alone silent type and shy,
tik tok tik tok, a few minutes later it's flaming a fun on fire.
though i am bossy and command you all.
i am your catcher from a baseball.
all day i would draw and write and write,
snapping out to reality i am sleeping up so tight.
just a week, a day, an hour, a minute, or a second,.
what I'm saying is people won't stick around like mighty bond.
people won't stay as they are so perfectly.
unless they're perfect enough to stay consistently.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
Don't ask me how I got here, kid.
unless every time your College head hears the 20th century definition of "Awesome" or "Adventure"
You can hear "sandstorm" instead
wrap the lust in caution tape.
don't want you finding out
Our feet
are the same size.
you're anxious
can't you sit still?
What,
you afraid of bein' caught?
Let me tell you a secret.
nobody is watching you.
If you really wanna learn how to get here
live by that.
I assumed you wanted something?
Follow me.
don't be afraid of that cloud Over there
He just plays guitar
for cigarettes
So he can smoke 'em
Simple man, that Smokey
Not in the kiddy selling business,
Or a mercenary, or part of the
in and out
and in and out and in
and out
Of jail crew
he just plays guitar
and smokes cigarettes.
marlboro reds.
how many did you want?
$60.
Would you stop talkin' so fast?
remember not to take more than two.
And you're eating?
See,
I take care of you...
how about a kiss?
No?
Oh, **
** And you were scared of the clouds.
Light it.
put your clothes on kid.
good luck on your finals.
remember to eat.
remember who takes care of you.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
Love is pain left out in the rain,
with nothing to gain but teardrop stains,
being haunted by a memory as I think back,
the things we used to do and how we used to act with love trust and passion.
Because a pride never kept things inside,
they were always discussed between us,
never argued about,
and I never gave any dues for you to figure it out.
How I miss being blessed with your sweet finesse,
as we kiss and twist and caress on the mattress.
Sweet body heat, your heartbeat.
I'll grip your hips and both our lips will meet so neat,
staring up at the moonlight with someone to hold tight.
Given a chance for romance, until the sunlight brightens the sky,
it reflects in your eye.
But now the reflection is gone and I cry out she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me.
She loves me looking at your picture as it sits on the table,
as I put on my cable I wish I was able to touch, but it's a shame you had to go.
So I watch the hands on the clock go real slow,
gone with the wind is love a sin?
If it is then God, bring it back again.
Not a girl that you rate as a fine blind date,
I need a love mate,
so I open the window to feel the wind blow,
try to figure out how a love can end so fast,
and just pass and not even last.
first grow like grass then shatter like glass,
now I stare at the walls, clock five paracetamol,
turn off my phone to avoid any calls.
As I sit and crave for the love she gave,
but when I wake up,
I'm the same *** slave saying; she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me.
She loves me when I lost a good friend, dreams seem to end.
Cause a broken heart and me don't blend,
you move to quick you become seasick.
So I race in space and try to replace the pretty face,
but it's a waste,
this chase is a kiddy case.
Now I whisper how much I miss her,
my lips should have blistered the way I kissed her.
So soft and slow,
laid back and relaxed,
and when I move the groove is as smooth as a sax.
She kissed me low then proceeded up,
bed sheets heated up,the pace is speeded up.
Slowly but surely we reach our destiny,
She got the best of me and left the rest of me.
All I got is total confusion,
she disappeared and it's not an illusion.
My life bitter, the memories glitter,
my heart's deflated, doctors can't rate it,
I don't know how the hell I made it.
So farewell sweetheart wherever you are,
I'll just look at the stars and say; she loves me, she loves me not....
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
Now here's a handy little tip I came across by chance,
While visiting the bathroom as a lad home from a dance.
I was a little worse for alcohol, so have to be forgiven,
For the odd thoughts that occur to me when I am ***** driven.
I was there to give my teeth a brush and stood in fear of death,
As I had to get some mint on board before mum smelt my breath.
So I loaded up my toothbrush and I’d squeezed a good supply,
When I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye.
Well, I turned around quite slowly just in case it was a mouse.
For I'd seen them in the garden twice, but never in the house.
I was set to do the pouncing stuff, but then was forced to laugh,
As my eyes met two big spiders that were trapped down in the bath.
While I stood and watched their climbing fails I’d built up quite a foam,
And I thought, I shouldn't waste it, I should spit it a new home.
So I climbed up on the bath tub rim and hovered like a dove,
And with those spiders as my targets - I would bomb them from above.
Well, it took so many efforts, I was aiming like a fool,
Which meant I soon ran out of ammo, so I climbed down to refuel.
So I spread my Colgate nice and thick and brushed away for fun,
Till I’d whipped another mouthful, for another bombing run.
And then at last I hit one, on the edge with just some dregs,
And I watched with glazed amazement as it paralysed three legs.
With just five legs to drag himself, he couldn't reach his max,
Then I hit him with a splatter bomb which stopped him in his tracks.
I never thought our tooth paste drops would do them that much harm,
But the effect on those poor spiders was as deadly as ******
The good news is, it sobered me, all that hanging over head,
And my teeth had never been so clean and both of them were dead.
Well this tip that I pass on to you, is bound to come in handy,
Just share it with your family and they'll love it more than candy.
You can save yourself a pile of work, catching bugs for tub release,
It will clear your house of spiders; clean your bath and kiddy's teeth.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
Wiggly fuzzy sweetie pies
canoodling along my toesie-woesies.
Meowing purraciously as they
noodley-poodley awound the really biggy cat chair.
I'm waying on the couchie- ouchie!
Their sharpy nail digs into my fleshy-weshy by accident
but that's okay!
I lovie-dovie-wuvie-very-muchie
my darling widdle biddy kiddy cats!~
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC