"poss" poems
Rest your hands on my waist
and I'll rest mine on your shoulders
Glide with me around the venue
and tango with me across the dance floor
Buy nasty food with me
and spill Shirley Temple on my pure white dress with me
Poss for professional photos with me
and rest your chest against my back as I blush
Hold me close
as I hold my breath
hoping this moment-
this night-
never ends.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
Only the crap, he said, you know, it sticks,
The crap you have to fight.
You're sometimes nothing but a walking *********
I was well acquainted with the pong myself,
I told him, and I counselled calm.
Don't let the ******* get you down,
Take the lid off the kettle a couple of minutes,
Go on the town, burn someone to death,
Find another **** giver her some hammer,
Live while you're young, until it palls,
Kick the first blind man you meet in the *****
Anyway he'll call again.
I'll be back in time for tea.
Your loving mother.
3.2k
heard this morning
the bus....
best way to cook possum
skin an gut the poss'
put in an oven bag
with some wine or verjuice
and herbs
samphire or wattercress
and roast 'im
about the same time as ya
would a chook....
comes out beautiful and tender
ya can do it with echinda too
bit they 're not as good....
bit stringy eh!
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
POSS MARIJ <2OZ
A smart and funny kid, lanky and tall
Cliché mop of hair which on him looks good
Personality-plus, new jokes each day
He makes the day better by being around
He’s not around today. But here’s his name
His date of birth. Some words that don’t make sense…
So that’s why no one’s seen him since…since when?
But when you ask, no one says anything
A smart and funny kid, lanky and tall
No one can hear him crying in the holding cell
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
Dear,'unemployment destroyer'
I would like to ***** in your likeness a bust, made of wax and not iron so that it won't rust,
it's for free you can trust me,
I'm a faithful employee,not workshy or lazy.
It is plain crazy I know,it's like making pancakes with snow but who then would know what you look like.
If you don't agree with this wax bust for free you can make one yourself or buy one 'off the shelf',it makes no difference to me,
you're a boss,a dead loss and to be honest I don't give a toss.ps
If poss' let me know before five when I go for a break,take your time I'll take mine,the bust is for free but you're paying for me.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
[If] I could coil back to kindness and give it back for free
I’d spread myself as thick as I could poss-ib-ly be
surrender my tomorrows to the days I’ll never own
forgive myself for follies I had never thought I’d show
a word-for-word confession is the song I want to sing
a melody where Truth alone abides in everything
though I have been dishonest both in practice and in preach
I’ll fold myself in half at knee to learn instead of teach
for wherever there’s a lesson there is infinitely more
a way of life surrounded by a never ending shore
to dive into its ocean means to struggle and to fight
but know that after all is done, you’ll make it through the night
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
Chilly wind has crossed
I go to see who fly past
A witch if poss
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
Mmm...mebbe I'll manage a sonnet about what followed. Prolly won't. But, you never can tell.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXCVIII)
Where golden shafts flirt with the fainting sense
Of clearing skies sae purely blue, til hale
Warmth looks upon my naked arms' detail
As sparrows sing like all is games from hence,
O let my soul, if poss'ble, vanish thence
To higher realms likeas twas mine t'avail.
And whilst the frore breath sifts through, to exhale
With softest measures plying wisps, I'll breathe. Whence?
Don't ask unless ye've lo, the Scriptures fer
Just whither. Now's a thin chance to see through,
Although I canna pierce the mists in tour.
Let my soul hear the sparrows as they woo
Us from beyond this wasteland I've as twere
Been wandring years now, til that I see...You.
21Mar19d
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC