Rudyard Kooistra on
13 hours ago
Brothers of sand
Holding signs, I am a man
Daughters of dust
Holding signs life in her gut
Fathers of the past
Never thought how long this would last
Mothers of the movement
Never thought so many forget their commitments.
Brothers of man
Fictional to control and command
Daughters of woman
Subjected to the desire of lust
Fathers of the future
Thursday 10th September 2020 5:56 pm
I wish, I could take birth again
to hug my mom, want to become a child again.
She never speaks ill
only she doesn't get angry on me
She's alive and so nothing can bother me
whenever I step out, blessings accompany me
She'll hug tight if something happens
she always shelters her children
But someone got house, someone got shop
I was the youngest one in the house, I got MOM!
Tuesday 25th August 2020 2:44 pm
With the first and potentially only tattoo
I celebrate this wet dark blue
With sleeves exposed to the moon
Don't you dare judge me, this art isn't for you...
Like ink on skin and ink on paper
This is my own creation
A red rose with a blue stem wraps around my arm
So that when we shake hands you see one piece of a bouquet
And I tell you something poetic like,
Wednesday 11th December 2019 11:46 pm
we see the world
and in them
we see the faintest
of our selves
they are not easy to
but neither are they
to break them
we run the risk
our knuckles crack
as does their glass
Monday 26th November 2018 10:01 pm
I remember exactly the spot
the place I sat
when she told me
I remember the cooling coffee
when I was told
I remember the uncertainty
in her voice
when she told me
I remember how I smiled
the joy I felt
when I first knew
my almost son
Monday 12th November 2018 12:16 pm
Tall Mums, short Mums
Fat Mums, thin Mums
Sporty Mums, stressy Mums
Glammy Mums, slummy Mums
All shapes and
Gauging the sizes
Of our bums Mums
Mums can cook and read books
(mostly at the same time)
Mums can sing about silly things
Just to keep in rhyme
Mums can nurse and give a cuddle
Mums can run at speed
Mums can wipe up sic...
Monday 7th March 2016 1:53 pm
Just another drop love, just another glass.
Just another bottle , im sure that this one will last.
Just another day gone , just another week ,
Its only here and there love, its just to help me sleep.
Its just another month where ive felt a little stressed
And ive needed it to get me by and decide on what is best,
Its just another argument , that I cant remember now ….
I know t...
Friday 12th December 2014 3:27 pm
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm