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mike dm May 2016
my skin
is thin and
swimmingly scrim.

the moonface
pushpulls me.

i am
moved
too much.

i am
not enough
mover.

i am *****
given,
all too often.

i am
not
me -

i am you
in your supine
palm.

i matter
little.

my
molecules
are
fast
becoming
transparent,

vibrating with the sound
of your voice, which

seems real
-so real-

real
like
when

the kitchen
sink
disposal

runs.
Raj Arumugam May 2013
Now
I posted a poem or two
which grabbed the eyes
of a dozen or so
like glue;
but now I’d like someone to tell me
what I should do

1
I mean,
I got a few followers, right…
“Latenight ****** started following you”
said the notice from the website;
and: “ Moonface at Window started following you”
but I got no comments from the followers
so I have no idea what sort of people they are -
and now, hey, I’m so afraid of all these followers
(these Moonies and Loonies)
I constantly look back over my shoulders
to see if they are following me
And everywhere I go
every other person looks so sus
and when I’m out
(wont to water more often, as it happens at my age)
I visit public toilets (McDonald’s is often cleanest)
and I get this feeling
(deep down in me)
my followers are hiding
in the ceiling
watching me
dadadidado –
But please, O don’t look down on me!

And the rest of you decent people -
will you please tell me what to  dadadidado?


2
And look,
I got all these likes -
which is good, right?
“Pimply Whanker liked this”
“***** TouchBottom liked this”
is all it says
And don’t you hate it
when they don’t leave a comment? –
And now, I’ll never know
what it is they liked…


Can someone fix me right -
what should I dadadidado??
...no malice intended...just good-intentioned humour...Remember -  the world comes to an end, when poets lose their sense of humour...please feel free to "like", to "follow" and if you wish, as the politicians say: "No comments..."
Olivia Kent Jan 2016
Why is man designed to die?
Perchance, perchance I wonder why.
The world may become too populated.
Weigh too much, of worldly worries.
Planet had a thundering head.
Just wishes she may go to bed.
Whistling winds.
Drums of thunder.
Deluged by rain.
Sit and wonder.
Count on the fingers of one hand.
Where pleasantries belie the land.
Moonface is watching, through curtains that twitch.
Death,although horrid is surely a gift.
(c)LIVVI
Ommmmmmmmm
Bert Newton finishes at 83
Ommmmmmmmm
He has been on a lot of TV
Ommmmmmmmm
Like Safeway new faces
Which is the old version of Australia’s got talent etc
Ommmmmmmmm
He hosted FORD SUPERQUIZ with his wife
Ommmmmmmmm
He had his own talk shows like the Bert Newton show and good morning Australia
Ommmmmmmmm
He now will be joining his former co star don lane when he helped don put on his show
Ommmmmmmmm
He went on 3XY radio to do a Saturday morning kids radio show
Ommmmmmmmm
In 1961 Bert Newton and graham Kennedy did a 2 hour morning on 3 AK
Ommmmmmmmm
Now he is reunited with Kennedy in the cosmos
Ommmmmmmmm
He won a few gold Logies as well as hosting the Logies
Ommmmmmmmm
And I remember when the Newton family joined forces to perform at the Sidney Meyer music bowl for the Christmas carols
Ommmmmmmmm
Chow Bert Newton
And I hope your next life has many interesting stories to come out of it
Like this one
Ommmmmmmmm
R I P Bert Newton chow
Julianna Eisner Mar 2014
The night hath fallen and
I
frantically search the forest floor for tracks of my accomplice
under a pale moonface
smiling through opaque canopies
I
hysterically amass twigs and brush and assemble a beacon fire
SOS
SOS
SOS
alone and detached
I
take comfort in the trees spinning yarn
telling acorn to oak parables
counting their rings of ancient times
I
build bunkers from birch bark
WAIT
WAIT
WAIT
if not for my accomplice's return
I
shall find peace and solitude away from savage beasts who dwell in city centres
Dear Moonface,

can I have a room at your place?
somewhere high in the magic faraway tree
would suit me
admirably

And dear Mr Saucepan man
I know that you're deaf but I can shout
to help you out.

It will give me a thrill if you say that you will..
..rent me a room.
I hope to hear from you soon.

Regards.
.from your friend waiting at the worlds end.

John.
Wrote this 4 years ago today.
Pea Oct 2016
Before i know it i got scared of the dark
which is a bit shameful, for all my life
i've been hanging at the sky
bathing the path of lost souls with my light

My mother said i was the moon
My father said moonface was only a side effect
but my face stays true to its moon nature
although now it has lost its sun

Before i know it i came back to the past
where the only taste i know is of medicine
and i keep stumbling in hospital halls
trying to silence my own feet

Is it even possible to time travel backwards
to a time that has never happened?
I keep remembering the things i've never known
I keep hiding the secrets i've never had
I had written this somewhere in a dream
marieLIZ forte Oct 2017
I FELL ASLEEP WITH TOBYS MOONFACE
PUSHED UP FULL IN MINE
AS HE PURRED AND RIZZLED BESIDE MY EAR
AS I DREAMED I CARRESSED HIS VELVET SHAPE
AND HIS MEWING ENTERED MY MELTING CONSCIOUSNESS
TRANSPORTING ME TO A DAWN OF MAMMOTHS AND         SABRETOOTHED TIGERS
THEN HE LEFT THE LAIR AND WENT TO DRINK AT THE OASIS
AND FORAGE IN HIS URBAN JUNGLE FOR HEDGEHOGS
I COULD NOT PROTEST WHEN HE PLACED
A SEA OF RAINBOWS IN MY HANDS
dedicated to GREENPEACE
lest ye seek alms
with outfaced palms
just imagine
how the lantern shone  
against the knees of Archelaus,
and lit up the check-board pattern
of the eleemosynary trousers

Fatigued civilian attires reasonable rhyme
challenging readers to dare themselves
question yours truly what ranks as
unleashing trademark punishing crime.

Words worth more'n fine spun gold
courtesy those considering themselves literate,
perhaps recipients of countless laurels extolled,
nevertheless mediocre (ha) logophile
crafts poem(s) inducing scold.

Dire straits force me to abide
the law of self preservation
and espouse with permission granted
by Bedřich Smetana
to abscond with bartered bride
think infamous American robbery team
Bonnie and Clyde
responsible for a 21-month
crime spree from 1932 to 1934

as analogous nefarious
transgression in league with human
author of mine verse, thus thee decide
to befriend bipedal hominid,
who scours earthwide
(and if necessary extending search
beyond outer limits of twilight zone,
where dark shadows
slink along the edge of night)

for fine prairie home companions
ideally from Lake Woebegone,
or outliers with documentation falsified
turning to humble **** sapien
as their spiritual guide,
he will be game and willingly surrender
mine Yankee doodling dandy buttucks,
his posterior gluteus maximus hide
if he falls short of promise

to bring webbed wide world bliss
witnessed as emasculation
toward himself intensified
cuz truth be told
interpersonal connections
allow, enable, and provide
kinetic, opportunistic, rhapsodic,
and universalistic joyride.

All decked out like one base 2 ace
of spades, or king of hearts
traveling at lightspeed thru cyberspace
traveling as binary unit with amazing grace,
the zeros flickering like a moonface
hopscotching between nodes uptrace
sing journey across the Internet.

Many a favorite YouTube tutorial venue
represent virtual re: digital haunts I review
to bolster pulling myself up by bootstraps
such sites out of webbed wide world
include basic digital electronics,
computer networking fundamentals,
how transistors work, plus
miscellaneous other tidbits.

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