"paddock" poems
Gates climb
News and paraphernalia
Modern communication
Internet on vacation
Today, rural Australia
Goes awol in valleys, hills
As seeking when hiding
Frustration biding
Trees, various pitfalls
An Insufficient population
Say Cannot build towers
Excuses bely hours
Trying, for connection
Work with what's known
Try cavalier solutions
It's the execution
When, creativity shown
First try computer waving
Above head I'm shaking
Signal not taking
Despite, the swaying
Next option lying on floor
Hint of access, fleeting
Patchy greeting
So slow, won't store
Then stand on top of bed
Try to reach high ceiling
Wobbly feeling
Response, still lead
Despite heat, go outside
The temperature violent
Connection silent
If Home far, just beside
Time past, similarly stung
Found access best rate
The paddock gate
Balancing, top rung
Troop to gate hopes keen
As Searing heat, metal
Stand and settle
Tightly, cradle machine
Process long, time lost
A Connection success
Finally access
But who, counts cost?
Eventually, its loaded mail
As Balancing hold keen
Humorous scene
As Sway, in light pale
Internet access by Gates
Not Bill, Steve, Microsoft
Hung steel aloft
So basic, surely debates
Climbing for a signal now
Is the practical response
Sadly ensconced
As Rural, area know how
But surely it must be time
When access essential
Internet critical
Yet today, gates climb
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
Prohibition came, but not to Whiskey Hill.
A man has got to eat; a drunk must have his fill.
Old Abner dug a basement before fall
Beneath the milking barn at night;
Dug down and mortared up a wall;
Bought copper sheets and hammer-fit 'em tight,
Disguised his vent holes in the stall
By countersinking posts to keep them out of sight.
Set down a trapdoor and a sturdy stair,
Strawed the lot and penned up his old mare.
In all he did, he didn't tell his wife a thing;
He reasoned there was money to be made...
More than the crops would ever bring,
More than the eggs the chickens laid,
He'd be enriched by moonshine in the spring.
He learned to ferment mash from an old book,
Soaked down a bag of corn and let it sprout,
Waited twelve full days before he took a look,
Cracked kernels, poured on water, boiling hot,
Then pitched the yeast and left his hidden nook,
And all the while kept his mouth shut;
Seven days and Sunday passing by,
Old Ab could wait no more;
Ate supper quick and told his wife
He'd one more feeding chore...
Stole to the barn and shoo'ed the mare aside,
Pulled up the vent posts from the floor,
Climbed down and lit a fire inside
Beneath the still to let the vapors soar.
A thrill began as drops began to fill the jug;
The fore-shot blended in as Ab forgot
That methanol would poison off the slug,
So when a shot he took, his breathing stopped.
Above, impatient Molly stamped, then paced
Hungrily in her pen, shoved to reach her hay
And dropped the standards in their place,
Plugged tight the vents, above where Abner lay.
When Hildy woke, her husband still was out;
She walked down to the barn, no sign to see;
And thought it odd the horse was out...
The cattle lowing hungrily for feed.
The sheriff came to have a look;
No luck had he,
Old Hildy sold the place and moved away.
Where she went and how remains a mystery.
A cousin bought the place: house and barn and still (unseen).
His sons, exploring, found old Abner in the spring
Beneath the horse's paddock where he lay.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
you are so dumb indeed
you want the chance to be free
everyone in the cosmos cheers for me and mummy
to beat this world indefemtly
god is just a cause to worry
mainly brought out by the fear of your parents
you see i can say shut up dummy
and you will listen unless you are square, yeah
dummy dummy you are a little dummy
you have no brains unless it is in your tiny toe
i am a man who loves life, i am not a dummy, mate
i want to liver life to the full
but instead you put me in front of that bull
and say sit there dummy, let the bull attack
i say no, don’t let him leave the rack
i am a technology ****
and i just vomited **** in the toilet, discussing, hey
hey hey hey is in the paddock where the horses are
but it might be in your mouth when you are trying to be a conservative ****
i hear dad say, shut up dummy, but i prefer to be a cool cat
yeah, dudes, lets party on
in every club in this god forsaken town
you say shut up dummy as much as you like
you know way back in the olden days when i wanted my mates to call me spike
i will get on the poetry slam stage and grab the mike
and read the poem with shut up dummy in my head
i don’t want it, i don’t want it, leave me alone
neh, he will say, as he wants to sit there saying yeah mate continuously teasing all night
i know you are saying shut up dummy oh yeah
but you must remember i am a person oh yeah
i don’t want you to go yeah mate continuously mate, and i don’t want to get callas dummy
but i still hear the words shut up dummy and yeah mate
i have no idea why it’s in my head, i just think it’s because i am a techno ****
shut up dummy stop teasing me, man
causa i am the coolest dude in the land
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
Feather drifts in the paddock mist,
catches on a fence where the crow keeps watch,
slips past thistle and shadow‑fox,
rests by the lantern in the council’s glow —
and somewhere beyond the hill,
a glint waits for the hand that knows the way back.
.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC
I’ve run with haste into the thistle
I’ve gone from the start to the end
And skipped the middle,
I’ve proceeded blindly in devoid of wit
I leaped o’er the fence into the paddock
And found it full of ****
I’ve fallen for lust and grace
And whilst idle, drunk, and still
It’s all simply washed away,
My vessels built for calm seas
It handles nothing more than swell
And prefers the quiet soothing breeze,
In a sudden and heavy pour
The serious and sobering rains came
And stranded me on this desolate shore,
Miles to the east and miles to the west
Two ways for me to wander
And I’ve no idea which is best,
Indecision is in my nature
So I’ll instead build sand castles
And leave the choosing up to later.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
Strawberry
blonde teen
Unexpected
staring touch
Passion -
eating us
Lust
always ruling
Words
frivolous, unheeded
Were
thrusting apart
Each desire
quenched
First hungry
youthful season
Longing
exhausted
Moving
separate
Suddenly
acquaintances
Years
in other arms
Meeting
in paddock
Smiles defeat
awkward seconds
Listening,
hearing
Third place,
revs screaming
Hit, hurtling
flying askew
Another
impact
Lifted away
torn
Crushed beauty
dead desire
*Our last words
lost us*
+
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 12:24 AM UTC
******** Pure and simple. ********
Be like a vampire
Refine your tracking trait,
Saving time and disappointment.
Recognize it when you hear it,
See it, read it.
I've had to eat beside it.
It rarely smells until identified,
You sense the patties are everywhere,
Inside and outside the paddock.
Speak out when encountered:
******** plain and simple.*
Point in its direction,
Be a searchlight.
The room goes silent
Like a stop-action clip,
Frozen for the stink to seep.
Everything has the stench.
They're skilled,
But shallow.
One needs to go home and wash,
Do the laundry. Clean the kitchen.
Honestly!
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 9:39 AM UTC
it's almost as if she were calling to me,
begging me to venture from the barren prairie
to the tantalizing surf,
to wholly submerge into her; to escape from my sorrows,
to inundate myself with the delicacy of her frigid surface.
i could hear her, muttering my name from across the meadow.
slowly, i was growing aware of how minute i had become,
standing in this immense field alone.
i felt the aching, and the longing for amity scrabble its way up my spine.
my legs begin to take strides, my entire body follows en suite.
my fingers shakily unbutton my blouse, tossing it somewhere within the paddock.
it was as if my body had a mind of its own, and was spellbound.
my boots are off before i can comprehend what is happening to me.
and suddenly, im unclothed,
my feet digging into the sand beneath me.
my ears ring as my brain swims and i can't focus;
all i hear are her exquisite murmurs, chanting my name
until it's no longer recognizable.
the ringing in my ears swells, roaring until my brain aches and my vision grows more and more white until im underwater,
covering my ears and screaming for the chaos to subside.
and it does. my **** body is submerged into her breathtaking sea.
never have i felt more at peace.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
Ma Diva veut être meublée de parenthèses
De ïambes de jade meuble aux couleurs de toutes les toques
Et manches et casaques de l 'arc-en-ciel
Toque blanche manches vertes et casaque noire,
Toque rose manches blanches et casaque verte.
A l'intérieur des petites lunes enchantées
Entre losanges, étoiles et petits pois
Ma diva, oh la vilaine, a mis des accolades et des crochets
De jade blanc, digressions ponctuées périodiquement
Par d'exquises parties de ïambes en l'air.
Qui dit ïambe dit trochée
(me suis-je permis de préciser)
Et qui dit ïambe et trochée dit scansion
Alternance dans le pied, donc dans la marche
Dans le pas cadencé, l 'amble, le trot et le galop
De la respiration longue et brève des solipèdes.
A l 'intérieur des parenthèses enchantées
Entre une espace et l 'autre de l 'écurie
J'ai vu danser ainsi une diva de forte encolure
Revendiquée modèle de Botero
Embarquer en longe un soleil pas trop chaud
Pour égayer le paddock de son haras
De vieilles pierres et de prés, de sous-bois et de beaux paysages
De musées et de concerts et de galipettes
Au bras d'un cavalier épicurien
Dragon de paille, bon à tout faire :
Lad qui la sorte à la longe
En chemise polaire de luxe
Cavalier qui la monte
Au grand steeple-chase de l'immortalité
En cajolant ses flancs de liqueur de jade blanche
Et en même temps groom qui la soigne
En divaguant en elle au gré de ses envies
De pierre semi-précieuse en transe.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
bellowing bulls
did bellow all day
they bellowed for cows
in paddocks far away
their bellowing became louder
as the day did subside
bellowing bellowing
to be by the cow's sides
they ne'er ceased their bellowing
during the long night
it went on till the dawning
of the bright sunlight
their need for the cow's companionship
didn't abate
in their distant paddock
the bellowing bulls did wait
still the bellowing bulls
loudly refrain
they're pining for the cows
in such excruciating pain
they'll be bellowing
for some considerable while
for the farmer has cramped
their conjugal smile
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Blue haze is in the air at dusk
Wet dew descends on grass,
Sunset’s red striations touch
Horizon’s clouds of glass
A heavy silence permeates
With the settling of the day,
And clouds of starlings flock to roost
With nightfall underway.
The homestead paddock’s horses
All graze quietly in the gloom
As evening light turns purple red
To a distant blackbird’s tune.
A golden leafage carpetry
Is spread across the road
And the farmer trudges through it
homeward bound, beneath his load.
The cottage lights are glowing gold
As daylight dwindles now.
The softly spiraled chimney smoke,
The lowing of the cow,
The leafless alder branches
Stretching to a sky of stars
As the chill of late Autumnal
Celebrates the birth of Mars.
Marshalg
In the Autumn leaves
Victoria Park Tunnel
24 April 2010
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 5:04 PM UTC
This crystal Autumn morn, where the dew sparkles on the fresh cut lawn, where the stillness of the cold air lends an absolute clarity to the
alpine vista before me.
The old Kaitake volcano with its vaulting flanks of Kamihe forest with outcrops of massive Rimu and Miro, Tawa and giant, towering Mamaku tree fern. Deep dark ravines tumbling down to fast flowing, clear water streams and moss covered, black boulder waterfalls.
Everywhere the sound of the Dawn Chorus, birds of every description voicing their celebration at the start of the new day.
The honk of the Paradise duck marking his turf in the cattle paddock, Two magpies perched on the very top fronds of a giant tree fern, warbling their unique song to be answered by another pair off in the undulation of the crisp green hills in the middle distance.
Tiny wrens and fantails flit amid the branches uttering their contribution to the swelling music of the morning.
The rapture of the song in the crystal silence and the golden light of the dawning sun throwing the profile of the mountain ridges and the forest into a glory of deep dark shade and glowing gold contrast.
This moment, this magic moment swells my heart with joy.
The wondrous beauty before me holds the innocence of the key to my utter happiness.....I throw back my balding old head and roar with laughter with the complete joy of it all.
M.
Foxglove@Taranaki, NZ
8th April 2022
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 4:52 PM UTC
In the sweet crisp calm of twilight when sparrow
chirps tuck silent and their feathers puff to roost,
I gad about the starry night and harken to the hosts
who sing refrains of winsome cheer that boundless love ripostes.
My bones and flesh the earth holds fixed
in time with sure embrace, while my soul stows away
to voyage upon the Milky Way.
Enchanted hopes and yearnings of earthly dreamers fill the sails
and bound together do we wayfare amidst the starry veil
where dreams already born, like gulls pursue my celestial wake
until back home to earth I sail to foghorn sighs at harbor’s edge
where owls cry and wait.
And so to slumber must I go with dreams aflutter still
chattering of souvenirs from my nocturnal thrill.
Reluctant to return to earth is my soul’s soaring heart,
she would rather amidst the stars remain in perpetual skylark.
I must halter and put to earthbound paddock this courser racing free,
yet she tremors within my breast yearning for liberty.
I implore my earnest feet to climb without delay into the bed,
in hope my will shall follow despite the ceaseless call to vigil.
For all who slumber sweetly, preparing for the light of day,
I feel the eager mercy of history’s longing for each today.
~ P.A. Moffatt
© 3/5/2014
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
Mid-winter
Snow like white sand
Walking, listening to William
Fitzsimmons
An elk the size of a
Huge... elk
Approaches the paddock
Where horses stand unsuspecting
Suppose he just wanted to say
Hello to this antlerless creature
So much like
Him
Startled horse
Startles elk
And I watch tons of animal
Flee from
Itself
Disappointed
Having hoped to see interaction
So unlike that of us
Humans, but
No.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
The most ethereal moments of my childhood were evenings spent astride my young horse’s familiar back. At these times I used no saddle or bridle because I wanted nothing to separate me from my Pegasus. The two of us often didn’t go anywhere or even move at all, instead we stood rooted in the paddock, entranced by the ancient bond that had stupefied girls and their horses for centuries before us. On those quiet summer nights we sat and smelt the earth cooling, heard the breeze’s cryptic secrets, and watched the sun sink lazily into its bed behind the mountains. My senses were sharpened beyond human experience, and I was alerted to everything from my horse outward. I could feel each of the coarse, raw fibers of his mane tangled between my fingers. When he inhaled, the breath that passed through his flared nostrils was the same breath that filled my heart and my lungs with the sheer joy of living. I absorbed every shift of his weight and twitch of his ear and flick of his tail. More than that, I felt the identical pounding of his heart as we shared the dizzying exhilaration of standing completely still while the rest of the world continued to spin on its orbit. In these moments, when I became one with my horse, I also became aware of and synonymous with nature. I felt at once the eternity and transience of time. I appreciated the vastness and the limits of the universe. I realized that I was both infinitely significant and less than a fleeting vapor. But none of this enlightenment frightened me, instead it bewitched me, and I became drunk on the clarity of existence. I gulped this glimpse of nature’s deepest truths until the experience became so dizzying that I feared my lungs or my heart or my soul would burst, and I buried my head in his mane just in time. I breathed in his honest, earthy smell and felt his living heat in my mouth while my consciousness slowly, reluctantly came back to Earth as I was supposed to know it. From this angle, I looked through the glass of my horse’s eye and saw the knowledge that had possessed me for an instant, and I was left gasping for breath and trapped in my mortality.
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
a little red sip
contains the entire paddock
where the grapes were grown
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
i, the buddhist, respects all children
thew little kid is playing with my dads spirit
he is crossing his legs saying you and your brother ain’t like us
i said, yeah, we ain’t little cool kids like you, we are computer **** kids, man
i am an adult who lives life like it’s one big adventure
you sit there crossing your legs like the cool kid that you are
and i can drink this bottle of coke down like a real adult does
better than men with their beer
and i stay with the families, and say to me, your one of the families buddy
and i said, thanks for saying i was a family person
who loves to PARTY with coke,
and then this lady with tattoos, got in my vision
i don’t want to have crazy person visions anyway
i am an adult now, that’s what i am, i am an adult now
i don’t want these crazy person visions, of pat coming in
trying to make the word hey bad, instead of saying, what i say
hey is in the paddock where the horses are
i like to dance to 80s music, what’s wrong with that
i don’t want these silly situations, i am not mucking with the crazy people
i wanted my mates to be nice to me as a kid, but not just pretending to be nice
just tell me to **** off from your house
but dude, the people who hate me at the mall, have no control over the mall
I SAY, GO HOME LOSERS
i am reformed, from that silly nonsense of the past
i am an adult who loves to party at the mall, what’s wrong with that
i hate people presuming i hate computers or i hate technology
I LOVE TECHNOLOGY, AND COMPUTERS TOO
i don’t care what my old mates say
i am a computer **** kid, anyway
it was all because, back in those days i was a troubled kid
now i am a cool adult
i don’t like being teased, like all adults don’t
i really appreciate friends i actually do know, saying, that nobody is really teasing ,me
it makes me feel much better, i don’t give a hoot what pat said, what a LOSER
but, i am hearing his crazy person voice, ringing through me head, F U C K L E A V E M E A L O N E
i hate these situations dad is putting into people’s bodies
but i am a buddhist, and i respect everyone
i can’t boss people around, like they can’t boss me around
i don’t believe in discipline, discipline is the real killer of people in this world
i want to drink a coke at the mall, and i should be able to do that, hey
i don’t **** people off, i am a nice man
and you are a little cool kid
i am an adult, but not a nerdy adult, like the nerds who are protecting me from being a little old lady
my dad used to complain all the time in the car
to mum, about how boring the dinner party was
that is why the cool kid is in my head
because i don’t believe in winging after a party which was cool
i am a non whinging adult
who loves to party at the mall, with COKE
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Thank you mum
for our precious times
that were filled with so much fun
Our wonderful family holidays
Starting when we were very young
Waipatiki beach such a beautiful place
With the sun and the sea breeze on our face
Mum and Aunty in a caravan
us kids would pitch our tents
Chuck on our togs, grab a towel
off to the beach we went
Campsite was in a paddock
Adjacent to the beach
We had camp beds
so mattresses were off the ground
So for us the evening chill did not reach
Sometimes a friend was able to come
this would really add to the fun
Such a special place this was
where the river meets the ocean
Late at night as we lay in our tents
we'd listen to the waves motion
Time spent at the beach
searching for sea crustaceans
with mum and aunty
on our seaside family vacations
We'd swim in the River
swim in the Sea
Such wonderful memories these are for me
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Ken Almond loves to push people down to little young dude status
You Ken Almond was a really tough guy who loves to bully people
He loves to first of all get the kids to play cool for the family
And after that, he wants them to muck around at night with them
And Ken Almond wasn't sympatic, no he would push little cool kids down
And tell them you ain't like us, now and forever
And each kid said, I hate you, I hate you all
And also each kid also said, ****** oathe I am a boy
You see he gets these weird voices which are destroying his friendship
With people,,so what he does is tease and rib him
Like he is a real fucken crazy person
Who has a lot of ****** problems
And ken will take these kids out and give them a bit of a rib
And then hand them back to their parents
And then after that ken will play the all innocent act on them
Then each time, he sees these Kids, he will do the same
And act the same, and both be as stupid as a pack of wild boars
You see, to lure them in, he says that he is one of the young dudes
And will muck with then in little baby groups
And then when he gets with some cool people
He will rib them like nothing else, mind you, the kids ****** hate it
And then after that, Ken would take these kids home
And then play happy families with him and his folks
He will do anything to make these kids see that they aren't ever going to be cool kids
even if he one day has to kidnap them to tease them, and make them feel fucken awful
After that Ken. Decided to head to the pub and emuck with all the men
And actually he has a great time at the club
And also after that he'll talk to a lot of adults
And ***** about them all day
Ken is having a great time teasing these kids
Then as he enjoys doing anything around the house
He treats him like a little young dude and ribs
Him away from the adult life, and into mucking with the proper adults
And Ken after that says, let's party, like we are going to party all night
And then once he has the young dudes to stay up all night with him
He will say to them, that he is still too shy to be like us
He is still a cool kid, nothing bad will happen while you stay with us
And if you want to be like us, mate you have to prove yourself, dude
Then when his family comes over to talk with him
Ken will muck shy with him and say, I am like them you shy boy
And I am smarter than you anyday, you are still a koomarri man
And you are not a normal person man, but the little young dudes say
Yes, I am.cool, you guys and I will teaee all the babies in the street
And, then after that, Ken will say, hey
And you say straight back to him
Hey is in the paddock where the horses are
And then you will say again, hey is in the paddock where the horses are
And then you will say, hey is in the paddock where the horses are
And after that, he will say, you are cool
And don't forget what I taught ya, have a great life, dude
Ken will come back to the young dudes and sit with them
And say, get ****** buddy, get ****** buddy, get ****** buddy
And as he says it, he'll say, he'll move backwards away from him
Ken will say, hey dudes , I am so cool
And I am playing cool, and saying hey to each little young dude
Just to improve my mojo
And the young dudes say, hey is in the paddock where the horses are
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
Aymara Rivero and Hunting Honey
thundered past the finish mark
three lengths before the placing horse -
the tenth triumph of her rookie season.
How many winner's circles await her arrival?
Just a few brief yesterdays ago,
Mari had watched a lecture hall clock
checking off the hours of her life,
when a voice within her whispered again
"It's now or never," and Mari chose "now."
So shutting the college door for a time,
she returned to her stable home
and the company of equine friends
who'd brought joy to her youthful days.
Today the paddock gates open
and apprentice Aymara guides her mount
to the starting gates of life itself.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
In a faraway place and faraway time
stood square a cabin rotted pine and bramble flue.
Once haven for old crones craven - their skins thin-skinned slivers of brine;
now nary a soot line marked a witches' brew.
In the dark, swirling silver stark and creatures would quiver
held over pot-stew thither, along hymns of damning chanted.
Waggled tongues with an evil glaze would slither,
cursing in eye, toe, and liver the bubbling broth decanted.
Oh a malkin giggled and a paddock piggled;
sniggled in a mirth-marked cauldron's rubble double bubble.
With a whoosh and a swish a bony finger had wiggled,
as papery skin withered the drubble swuddle brubble.
On those blackest of nights, when wolves would fear the moon,
howls held loomed, choked on down the throat of dusk.
Hatred uttered its sleepy breath, pitch-entombed
and justice marooned under a tar most brusque.
Shadows danced incantation
for an occultish creation, oh the devil's bidding be done!
Flamed carnation, neither here nor there god-fearing,
cackling a primrose coronation; the stirring spoon spun!
Death-catcher chimes hung close upon the entry;
a dust since turn of century marred bone;
witches’ wart-encrusted noses crinkled at gentry;
chenille voices sung with celerity a hellish praise: Divinum Occultum.
A little duende ran down the cauldron,
gloom chanting a chant come out with a hurl.
Burnt feet chasing away all ghosts ‘n goblins,
unfurling like whisper from the concoction:
Doom upon all the world.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 6:26 AM UTC
I take out a newspaper
And I read it on my porch
My porch consists of a deck chair and a paddock
My back to my slanting house
I read articles on the yellowing page
And I read about how the world
Has gone to the dogs
It seems that all hath lost their minds
In my solace, without companionship,
I wonder if I have lost my mind too
Its been so very long since I have had
To make tea for someone
I believe the last had been my brother
Now I am the youngest sole
Of brothers three
Here on my farm,
I am free
By they near
And they are dear
To me their baby brother
That’s why I keep them
Near and dear
To me
Old stories turned to dust and ash
Not even a legend, not even a myth
After all, dead men tell no tales
Especially not about Inglewood convicts
Especially not when you put poison numb
In their tea
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
The universe is dreaming,
Of you and of me
Of the skin peeling
from the paperbark tree
Of the cow grazing
along the low paddock
And the egret watching
From atop her back
Of Jupiter
And her umpteen moons
Of drought broke to flood
By summer monsoons
Of a girls fist kiss
And her final so-long
Of poets born
And life turned to song
Of the sea reaching out
To touch the long sky
Of every answer
To a pillow sobbed why
The universe is dreaming
so herself she can see
in you and in me
in everything here,
gone,
and ever to be. ~ Xiola
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 6:26 PM UTC
"I'd like to rent a ****** please!", little Johnny cried,
"A good sized filly, plenty of zest, and a great big *** to ride!
I'll take her up the paddock, and I'll slap her big behind,
Then I'll ride her till she's raw, when another ****** I'll find!"
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC