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Needy?
Needy?
I didn't think I was needy
Craved companionship
But maybe I was wrong
I was outside
Having a crafty fag
In the wind and rain
And looked over the road
At the cat on the windowsill
In the warm
And I gave him a wave.
Hope no-one was looking
that would be weird
But perhaps I am needy
and need companionship.
Wednesday 4th October 2017 2:33 pm
Why?
Why?
I am a professor of profanity
A doctor of banality
No master of subtlety
Which is such a tragedy
Despite the incongruity
I am not the Lord Almighty
Most agree with this, very happily
But I am sad about that actually
Agreed, I am too sleazy
Make most people feel queasy
But when it comes to poetry
I find it just comes naturally
To me, at least, it comes easily
Especially when ev...
Monday 2nd October 2017 10:53 pm
WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?
That August day
made me pray
for MERCY!
My head was pounding
like a woodpecker on
a metal roof
Could hardly see
my eyes were strabismic
I reached...
in my disarranged
medicene cabinet
in my dim
bathroom
pulled out the first
pill box
my quavering hands touched
I squinted my confused eyes
to examine the fine print
...Wednesday 6th September 2017 4:02 am
COLORS
I am feeling blue
today
Because I didn't get my
way
---
Turned purple
with rage
When I tried to engage
a conversation
With a yellow
coward
That said I was not
in the pink
---
I told him I was going
to cause a "brown out"
In his town
So they would have a black day
If he did not say
He was wrong...
By Lynn Hahn
Thursday 5th January 2017 7:33 am
Ghosts
Ghosts to
my left,
Ghosts to
my right.
Ghosts in front,
oh what
a fright.
Ghosts all around,
How did I
get in this
Ghostly town?
I look at
my hand,
What is this
what do
I see?
Oh My
I can
see right
through me.
Sunday 10th July 2016 1:55 am
Warning To All Flying Insects!
Gossamer-silk strands wove into artwork,
Hung on bramble, glistening with morning dew,
Frail as a whisper, destroyed by one rainfall
And the artist must start his creation anew.
But don't be fooled by its delicacy!
The web holds a license to kill
Its grip of death with embrace you
And its Monster, concealed, lurks in shadows, so still.
So when dancing, nonchalant, through the air,
Beware! T...
Tuesday 7th October 2014 2:46 pm
Don't Write Hungry
A really good sandwich,
Has two pieces of bread,
(we all know the club is compensating)
Is void of mayonnaise,
But has in its stead,
(Mayonnaise is for the self-deprecating)
A nice bit of mustard,
And a sharp slice of Ched…dar.
Thursday 18th September 2014 9:30 am
I have the right to write
I have the
right to write.
You may not
like what I
have to say.
I have the
right to write,
I'll do
it anyway.
I have the
right to write.
With this you
may not agree.
I have the
right to write.
You know where
you can kiss me!
This was written a few
...
Saturday 3rd August 2013 2:17 am
Footle Poems
Mime Rhyme
Mime rhyme
In time
Dance
Up down
Around
Breeze
Some fun
In sun
Isabella
A cute
Patoot
House
A mouse
In house
Home
A cat
Big rat
Canada
A moose
Is loose
Happy
...Monday 22nd July 2013 6:31 pm
Deep Down Inside
Deep down
inside,
I have
no pride.
Deep down
inside,
I've taken
the slide.
Deep down
inside,
my soul
the demons
have fried.
Deep down
inside.
Shirley Smothers
I wrote this poem a few years ago. I wrote it to be bad on purpose.
Someone rec...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 9:18 pm
New ditty
The world is filled with frenzied folk who say I'm incomplete
until I've played some game, or tried their favourite thing to eat,
or read a certain book, or heard some orchestra or band,
or spent a decade living rough in such-and-such a land...
but (most of all experiences) the one that draws my praise
is walking round with nothing on, on hot and sticky days.
Friday 16th March 2012 2:16 pm
Stations
(after A. A. Milne, "I often wish I were a King")
I'm often lost in ruminations
On what I'd do if stuck at stations.
If I were stuck at HARRINGAY,
I'd pitch a tent and ask to stay.
If I were stuck at STEVENAGE,
I'd build a campfire, on the bridge.
If I were stuck at FINSBURY PARK,
I'd dance around it, in the dark.
If I were stuck at MORROWGATE, (*)
I'd phone and tell you I'd...
Saturday 10th March 2012 1:26 pm
A Silly Goblin Poem
The Goblins of
the night,
they give me
such a fright.
They leave about
this green slime.
I awaken, oh
it was just
a dream.
No need for
a scream.
I look at
the clock for
the time, but
it is covered
in green slime!
Monday 10th October 2011 4:58 pm
A silly poem about hair.
The following is a
very silly poem
There was a girl named Shirley
whose hair was short and curly.
She never wanted to go anywhere
she hated her short curly hair.
Her mom would say, "Let's
go to the park."
Shirley would say
"Not until after dark."
There came a man
with a silly son...
Sunday 18th September 2011 4:35 pm
Funny Onion
This onion could make any
man, woman or child cry...
but not with malcontent maliciousness.
No, tears of joy and laughter
bellow like church bells or sumo gongs
from the eyes of his audience.
He is without arms or legs,
he's carried on stage
whilst carrying the audience
on his shoulders... if he had any.
...Tuesday 7th June 2011 11:16 pm
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