"threepenny" poems
My drum has perforations; now flawed
Mylar parchment once taut on bone
Leaks prose; but each metaphor pored
Percussive skull reverbs teeming tome
Waning instrument yet waxing lyrical
Tympanic threepenny opera still plays
Snare split - verbose ****** spiracles
Whip quick flick of offal; tongue flays
Well weathered but - oh still sensual
Drum bongo crammed with lyrics learned
Skin leathered; worn – still beautiful
Spills tales – well told – well earned
©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness – 2018 – All rights reserved)
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
If I had a penny
for every memory.
Rich is what we make of it
as life is what we take from it
I think I need a break from it
shake myself awake from it
so
I think I'll think some more on it
time to make the coffee.
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 10:43 PM UTC