Poetry Blogs (Mar 2019)
they begin their wicked cackling get together
each, helping to stir
the cauldron of local gossip
the misfortune of others in it
to which they add
their own vitriolic potions
Sunday 31st March 2019 11:05 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:Declination's and daydream's | Goodnight's and goodbye's | Vacating the urn | Liquid annoyance | My go-for-it(!) Grandmother | Demand and delivered! |
The sadness of Sundays
reds, yellows, browns and golds
of stormy autumn.
As I walk
I have in mind
the fragility of a veined
So, who am I to resist
Sunday 31st March 2019 10:14 pm
Also by John E Marks:After Life | Letter to my daughter | Parking | Shelley | Thunderstorm | The Doors of Perception | Himalayan Greeks | Evil Twin clones | Snow white | April | VIVA YPG - Women's Protection Units | Haunted | Vernal Equinox | Dead Baby | Piper at the gates of dawn | Dreamtime | City of the Bee: 22 May 2017, 9:31 pm | L'Afrique | ACTOR | Held in memory.... | Roll Away the Stone | Tuesday 4th August 1914 | THE ÊZIDI GENOCIDE 2014 Mount Sinjar Iraq | The greatest gift | Sad-eyed lady | Spending Time | Ripple | Treatment | Love the one you're with | CHEMOTHERAPY | All that love can do | The Unwritten | 17.4 million | Wolf children | Forget-Me-Not | Blues | Down the pub | Soldier of fortune | Kassia | The kalash | see that my grave is kept clean | Wild | Tin Drum | The valley | As you please | A withering wind | Knife crime | Continue to be kind | Good Evening | Council House Kid | Thelema |
Peeping from beneath the tree,
The lemon primrose spoke to me.
Winter's done, I heard it say,
Warmer days are on the way.
Mother Nature waits on me
(The "First Rose" is my name you see)
While other flowers stay in bed
I welcome spring and show my head.
Then, with the golden daffodil,
I gild the countryside until
In turn, the other blooms appear,
Sunday 31st March 2019 6:45 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WHY? On the eve of March 29th 2019 | DESPERATE | TROUBLE | RELIGION TAKING FLIGHT | BETTER | WHAT IS...? (with a slight nod to W.H. Davies) | CHARGE! | LADIES - YOU'RE HAVING A LAUGH | THE RACING STABLE | HERO AND COWARD |
Love that rules
Sunday,31st March 2019
from the pure heart
it is humanitarian art
not wish alone
and not from the devastating cyclone
it is from the inner call
after breaking the wall
love that rules
and hate that lulls
we are full of love
and sincerely believe
share your feelings
Sunday 31st March 2019 5:49 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Love that rules | Rude behavior | In confusion | Lips invite | Good awaited day | Build a dream | Love vibrations | Love gesture | Live only once | Live only once | Fully in | Not a sin | We are peace lovers | Miss foreever | Not in haste | Own judge | With one shot | Feel real | Great opportunity | Where are you? | Goodbye and | Giant tree | Weary of life | Listen to the | The real faith | World poetry day | No denying fact | Give love to | Zoom in love | We are | We are messenger | Holi-the festival of lights | I am C. E. O. | Sink with | Sentry on guard | Withdraw | Bow my head | Poetry is a rare gift | No, you are out | Why do I write? | Listen to your own | Love and gesture | Only way as | Enough to be | Your words | Independence struggle | Feel right | Heart falls | Illusion since long | You damned it | Peace | Fire withtin | Let love grow | Chose honestly | Fully content | I praise | Life, not worth | Life not worth | Omni presence | With new beginning | Such is the definition | Peace-self first | No miser | Tolerance power and | O! lovely flower | Not powerless | To other world | I bow down to the motherland | Yes dear | Vaccum | Silence-own color | life in confusion | Cause in relation | The time may fill | Counsel at | Forget an animosity | Golden rays on earth | Being human here | Feel good | An appeal | The silence | Smile at lovers | No violence to |
Painting is by Aleksandra Waliszewska.
I see slippery floors and hear crashing insanity.
A feral cat girl scratching in a cage.
She put her twicthing tail between her legs. And it felt like another's.
Plaugerists of non movements. Counterfeiters of human quantities.
Dark life support room. Surgical silver reflecting the gleam o...
Sunday 31st March 2019 5:42 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Fragments 12 | Down and In | Fragment 11 | Poetry for my lover Limos | fragment 9 | Fragments 8 | Fragments 7 | Fragments 6 | Fragments 5 | Fragments 4 | Fragments 3 | RED POETRY | Fragments 2 | Fragments 1 | Fragments |
My brain fell for you in trying to save my existence.
I asked, you answered, and never did you wonder who I was.
I fell for you so damn hard, a wave of depression takes over, affecting my vision.
Now I'm starting to make irrational decisions.
How stupid and silly it is to be in love with someone I have never met.
A fantasy I put together, a distorted version of you I strung together...
Sunday 31st March 2019 5:07 pm
BOX OF CLOTHES
what will your life
say about you
don't wanna be
boxes of clothes
hope to be
more than debris
all they left
thought to myself
must be more than that
want to be more
than a box to Goodwill
want to be more
Sunday 31st March 2019 3:39 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:PRETEND I'M CARDI B | MOTHER EARTH | EVEN KEEL | MAGIC TO BE MADE | SHIFT | FEAR | LONE WOLF | WINDSWEPT FEATHERS | BACKPACK | NOSTALGIA |
Sunday 31st March 2019 2:55 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:atthepoetryfactory | Evil | The Recent Future | contradiction victim | Polaris | Poetry on sale. | The Loss Leader | You Little American | The Next Assignment | Ex-Introverts |
"Ooo, can I see?" she asked with a grin
I had no choice but to let her in
I had opened the door a bit too wide
And she was able to peek inside.
What she saw was really nothing
But, she just had to make it something.
Her nosiness was quite well known
In the neighborhood and around the town.
Always snooping in a friendly way
"I've just come for a visit!" she would say
Sunday 31st March 2019 1:30 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Writers Block | I, Capricorn | The Darkness of the Night | Words | Drowning (In Depression That is Not Mine) |
A poem was supposed to
be in the public domain
but the domain
did not want it and refused it
out of hand
even other poems
refused to have
anything to do with it
it was ostracized
could not even make a
so the poem sat forlorn
on a shelf in the corner
and never got married
or had children
just a hermit poem
with no human contact
Sunday 31st March 2019 1:04 pm
Also by d.knape:Wink & A Pass | Lost Socks | Taking A Walk | Semi-Colon | Ferlinghetti Street | Writes Of Spring | MoonLight | Green Pastures | Some Assembly Required | Mouse In the House | Song Effects | Cars | Once We Were Gods | Shoes | Sooner Or Later | Point Of No Return | WD-40 | Horseback | Frosted Flakes Are Never Falling | When The Cows Come Home | Football Is King | Endangered Poets | Adobes | Stop Signs | Blood Pressure | Rumors Of My Demise | Wounded Heart | New Book |
Happiness is a fleeting emotion
and that’s how it should remain
for if we were eternally happy
how could we ever feel pain?
Sadness is a fleeting emotion
and that is how it should remain
for if we were eternally sad
joy would be hard to attain
Jealousy is a fleeting emotion
and that is how it should remain
for if we were eternally jealous
where would trus...
Sunday 31st March 2019 12:33 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Early Morning Tenderness | Four thoughts | Word wanderer | Lexical longings | Hangman |
Long I laboured
through the seasons
through the years
on the plot:
as digging blistered my palms
and the soil grew fertile
as digging pained my back
and plants grew strong -
beside the deep dug pond
with its little stream
where I placed fish
an unplanned golden feast for a heron
and an otter
And as e...
Sunday 31st March 2019 11:38 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Broken | Cosmology 101 | Stranded High | Aubade |
The future is dark,
our days are numbered,
there will be a last time for everything
given all things are finite
and the news the universe
is expanding eleven percent faster than expected
as if wishing to hasten it's own demise.
Look at everyone on this dark afternoon,
hunched over these little round tables
like mourners at a funeral
for our collective future,
the barmaid staring on th...
Sunday 31st March 2019 10:55 am
Her eyes would never see the rainbow and the light..
But by her, my soul was to be ignited and benight ...
Her tiny hands that day clasped unsteadily with my own..
Touching mystically my core in ways I have never known..
An orphan who embraced the world as if it belonged to her..
What vision dare not achieve, her touch unveiled and gifted life to her.
Teaching her sounds and syllables, ...
Sunday 31st March 2019 10:40 am
Also by mona s:Frozen time | Nostalgia | The unsaid | Paradise | My reflection | One day | Rainbow | Escape | Ocean | The haunted | Handcuff | Paralysed - A monorhyme | Right to write | Like me.. | Enchanting | Someday | Soul mates | Depression | The tracks | The far away | The farewell | Restless soul |
On a podcast, I heard Cardinal Pell so poised,
the boys’ were telling lies,
he wouldn`t dream of doing this to anyone,
but time moves on he was not believed;
whether he had ruined anyone’s life is debatable.
We had gone on a walking trip it lasted two days,
we slept on a hay-loft and the young
Priest (not Catholic) took my hand on his erect penis
and made ...
Sunday 31st March 2019 9:53 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:illness and miracle | how old is old | at last she left | the past was a dream | Edith lived here | Good? | democracy installed | a little poem | sighting | Caballus | identity | winners and losers | the great war and India | surrogate | the oldies blog | the burning | re-remembered | chicken and fado | the long walk | in the beginning | page fifteen | meteorology | flying things | ploughing | we, conjurers | forenoon show | senryu |
Tomorrow's April 1 . Ring-a-ding-a-ding
Today it is the thirty first
Tomorrow is the first
The blogslide will be empty
Go WOLers, who'll be first?
They could be out to fool us
You kidding? Is this fact?
It could be someone outside?
My computer being hacked?
Let's wait and see, my WOLers
What April first will bring
Will it be truth, will it be lie?...
Sunday 31st March 2019 6:53 am
Also by Don Matthews:British Democracy is Falling Apart | The Need For Approval | Damage Done Never Forgotten | Neural Pathway Mixup | Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas | Two Ton of Deadly Metal | C, Eb and G | Hmm... | Where? With Whom? With What? | WOL's Blogslide Causing Problems | The Age of of Entitlement | Vultures Circling | Good Onya | It's Shit Not Shite | This Rhyme Upsets the Rhymer – Understanding Bipolar Disorder | Adut Akech, Depression and Mental Heath | Sadly More Noteworthy | Please Flush | And the Earth Sighed... | How Do I Solve This Battle? | So What Do You Want me To Write About? | Harrods Escalator and The Girl with Torn Jeans | Australian Government. Tell Oil Companies GTFO Our Great Australian Bight | Our Thoughts and Prayers Are With You | Why Haven't We Been Invited To Our Neighbour's Sex Party? | I Am No Better Than You | Would They? | Cardinal Pell, Burn in Hell |
I hope you find I said to him
What you no longer search for
Some peace of mind,
An end to war
I hope that you find,
All this and more,
Along your road so bare.
He smiled and said
I hope you'll be
As honest with others
As you are with me.
I'll hope you'll fight
For what is wrong
And come into the light.
For I am perhaps a dreamer,
My head held in the clouds,
But his disease is ...
Sunday 31st March 2019 4:10 am
Also by Josie Harris:What Beauty Wrought | Why I'm Angry | The Things We Don't Talk About |
I can't trust the lightning in my mind
It's a little crazy and tries to unwind
Anything that makes sense that keeps me safe
It cares but it rather not play
Why can't I be fine
Why can't I be happy?
No no no
It's the pathways
They'd die without the pain
Dry up with stability
They need the adventure of the risk
That what you fear will be right...
Sunday 31st March 2019 3:31 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:And Peace | The Land of the P's |
Take yer shanties and shove em.
Take yer white foam flying.
Take yer fair winds blowing.
Take yer furrows following fucking freely.
And shove em.
Yer songs about masts and sails
and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.
Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.
Unreal figures dancing and prancing.
The truth is filth and fury
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:17 pm
Also by I'm not a poet:Son | (untitled) | Tears | The bookshop | Absurd | Dublin 2000 | Your seven | Soul (less) | Chemo Pharmacopeia | Surfing the sky | Dance | Cancer | Days | Freedom of the mind. | Spring | The Anti Shanty 2016 | Vancouver 24 hour of love 1980 | Scream me a proverb | My Son my sun | Slice of heaven Sydney 1987 | Spring | Survival | New York 1979 | Mr Fate | Duality | Cancer | Heart on fire | Recruitment Office 1979 | Grandad 1930 | Shame |
In the good garden of England
the sky is always blue, except
as rain begins to thunder down
and lightening must see you through
the good old garden of England
byways from orchard to meadow lead
each pretty one to their tryst, please-
no fence rear up where love should grow
And the heart of the garden of England
quite unable to say just how it feels
the mind of the old garden of...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:10 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:There And Then | Cosmic Cause | Tricycle | Chestnut balanced On The Highest Peak |
My mum is so beautiful, the flowers are angered.
A picture of health, the doctors cowered.
Her voice so tuneful, birds shy away.
Her soul so perfect, to their dismay.
But look closer.
Her mask is coming away.
She can no longer hide it; from the world, her lover and from her daughter
My mum is so tired, but refuses to sleep just yet
So ill but won’t get h...
Saturday 30th March 2019 10:31 pm
Also by Laney:Senses | Expectations |
Lana Del Rey
as she turned
to watch me pack.
It played as we
looked away from
I knew it was
a playing hurt,
a joint loss.
was knowing that
I knew the words,
That I knew its
finger was pointing away
pointing away from us,
from us both.
Saturday 30th March 2019 8:45 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Excuse my hand (II) | "excuse my hand..." | Knock - Knock | Wipers in D minor | Mum | The Votive Offering | I never sleep when... |
You don't give a flying fuck–
But this time,
You are wrapped in weakness,
enveloped in the unknown.
But this time,
You have no control,
and your sly jargon
is no match for your
Its hands once were supple
and smelled of sweet lavender.
They are now brittle and cracking.
It will feel foreign...
Saturday 30th March 2019 7:42 pm
Humans have a place in Earth’s systems,
we’re designed to play a role in Earth’s cycles.
Original populations had everything to hand,
anything a human could ever want can be found on this planet.
Eden has been traded for technology,
integration with nature for science.
What’s driving this exodus?
What’s distancing us from Eden?
Economic growth drives gov...
Saturday 30th March 2019 6:28 pm
Also by Rich:Escaping Authority | Nab Me a Seat | Stone |
I'm at that age now
where the people I watched wed
are filling for divorce.
it bores a hole, similarly gauged
to commune with gravity
clutching spaces, knuckles' wide
breathless moments of wherewithal
sentiment and statement, emptied
poorly lit podiums, stood up to greet a moonless night.
from deep within newly parched lips they ask :
"what do we do now?"
Never a ...
Saturday 30th March 2019 3:37 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:wishbone (today last year) | Crowbar 5 (03/08/2019) | Faux saga 1 (03/05/2019) |
Recall, when you feel the option is "Force,"
Whilst fists might win battles,
It takes brains to win wars.
Saturday 30th March 2019 12:23 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Old Man At The Bar | As You Walk The Road | Redemption | A Stone For The Miller | Hammers and Forges | Dive In | Vexillology | Take Your Place With Good Grace | Elected Inchworm | Sit Down My Friend | Fairytales | Poetic Dissection |
I Was barely 14 when I heard on the radio that
‘Johnny was in the basement, mixing up the medicine’.
The recipe for whatever this revolutionary potion was,
must exist somewhere, so I made it my business
to find out. What exactly did the ingredients consist of ?
With no money to buy records I relied on the radio and
Various listening’s to divulge snippets of information whic...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:17 am
Also by trevor homer:WORK IN PROGRESS.......... | IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE | I DREAM IN POETRY |
words you grant me
Let me breathe let me be calm..take away my dept and set me free
Let me be me
Let me fly And bring others to the air with me
Set us free Let me laugh Bring back my giggles So i can make others laugh too
Bring laughter Grant me health so I can heal I am a healer let me heal
Forgive and allow me to forgive others and encourage peace
We all need peace
Saturday 30th March 2019 10:20 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:spiritual writing |
She smiled and said hello
Hello , her eyes said shinning , her voice peaceful
Peaceful she was as she spoke
She spoke of a better place
A better place filled with harmony
A harmony sans melody there
She wanted to go there .She was ready to go
To a place not on pictures we hung
She hung to dear life onto every word I spoke
She spoke. I listened but did not he...
Saturday 30th March 2019 3:56 am
What happens to a high school memory?
Is it revisited down memory lane and treasured in our hearts forever
Or is it discarded like a trash bag filled with mold and maggots
Does it become a haunting nightmare filled with ghosts
Or a sweet dream full of bliss
Will it always be permanent and meaningful like a tattoo
Or temporary like life itself
Maybe it just weighs on ...
Saturday 30th March 2019 3:50 am
Saturday 30th March 2019 2:42 am
Also by Kealan Coady:Orbitter | The Gift | To Be Read Sub-consciously | lockedopen | M W |
I've never tried much
But I think I'd like to try with you
Let's give an Applause to
The cringey little monkeys on the street
I've never really loved anyone
Until I met a glowing fly in the darkness
I don't think I can live without you now
You're cooler than I thought you was
My chest is caving in my with my palms sweaty
I've never been this nervous to hold a hand
Goddamn your sweet...
Saturday 30th March 2019 2:12 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Mommy | 13 | Queuing For Love | The Oath I Made | A Underlining Hatred | Choke | High (Lyrics) | A Lonely Memory | Southern Belle | The Black Annis | Pink Sundays | Relapsing, Pure Misery | Words of The Waiting Man 28 | Falling Into Pieces | Dreaming of Firefly | Memento Mori | The Old Ones | Unreleased Poem | A Letter To Firefly | Love Me Please? | This Is Decaying Alive | Cafe of Blues Coffee (Roots) | Firefly | Dying In My Sleep |
She stood under the eaves of a shed,
door open, inviting him in.
"This was his world, everything has to go," she said.
"There's a light switch somewhere."
Then he peered about.
Everything exactly as it had been left.
Chests of tools, walls pegged for ready access.
A woodwork bench with vices.
Racks of chisels - the smell of linseed oil.
Cabinets with escut...
Friday 29th March 2019 9:51 pm
Also by ray pool:WASHING LINE | SHOAL | DON'T LOOK NOW | SAME OLD SONG | HAWK WIND | WAIT HERE FOR INFINITY | CHILDREN'S TOYS | THE DISTANCE OF AGE | SKID ROW |
1.It really was the shape of night,
all mystery at first,
but there was the noise too,
sitting on my chest
until I broke out in sweat,
and we were alone with the only
choice to cancel the weekend.
2. That was the first year. By the second
year, it was living in a cubicle at work.
And by the third year,
I found a doctor holding my diagnosis
as I walked int...
Friday 29th March 2019 8:43 pm
Also by Paris Tate:Memory |
Image: Don Sitton legally blind for his entire life was a presenter at KPET Radio in Lamesa West Texas for 29 years, beginning in 1989. A familiar voice on the morning show he used to interview attendees at the Lamesa Forrest Fest. We met in 2011 when I first performed ther and struck up a friendship that lasted till he passed away on October 13 2018. I always looked forward to our intreviews I sh...
Friday 29th March 2019 8:31 pm
The paramount half of the wonder of "Us"
is that, larger than life, "U"
Friday 29th March 2019 7:54 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Secret Truth | Love Song | Song | Love | Wake me up at Dream O'Clock |
to disappear from the suspicious leers of strangers
who say the word "ethnicity" like it's an obscenity
because the scars of the distant past offend us
and inflicted psychic wounds bind us to things
groping fingers can't grasp
like children born of ghosts...
Friday 29th March 2019 6:24 pm
Also by nunya:russian girls | capture & release | manual | (untitled) | habitation | origins and distillations |
kerala is peaceful and beautiful
in all cases and places
Keralite people are so cheerful
I can read "welcome" on faces
The Green Carpet of all guests
and pure nature to enjoy
generous people happily smiling
at any time of any day
Life in Kerala based on love
and clear hearts for caring
I love Kerala more than enough
I'll come back sure for sharing
Friday 29th March 2019 3:47 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:FRIENDSHIP | Humankind | HELP!! | دكتور عصافير (VET) | You're Welcome |
Thank you Banksy for your work of art
as an artist who hits the nail on the head.
Depicting reality with a clear portrayal of
clueless Members of Parliament seen as chimps.
You illustrate well the demise of democracy
Ten years ago you created ´A Parliament of Chimps
today we see it as a day of betrayal
´Laugh now, but one day no-one will be in charge
as an u...
Friday 29th March 2019 10:10 am
Also by keith jeffries:Herbicide | Broken up | Absent | No more of this..... | The Box Dwellers | Inclement Weather |
WILL YOU STILL NEED ME, WILL YOU STILL FEED ME?
So sang Sir Paul, a late Sixties landmark song,
lyrics and score penned in seconds I’m sure and
jaunty as they come, neither revealing nor concealing
the big issues of the day, but a ballad for our time, a devotion,
a short, sweet love song, a subliminal gong on the froth and sweat of
Britpop’s arriviste best, a testament to th...
Friday 29th March 2019 10:07 am
Also by Peter Taylor:YOUR BLUE EYES | ONCE LOVERS | LOST CONNECTIONS | TREES IN WINTER | CAROUSELS |
The black may come and go
but it is us who own our souls
and the light of the sky
guides all under the blue
by which the trees grow
and the ocean flows
it’s ok to be one alone
it's ok to hold your own
there is no endpoint
in the paths we take
to take away the empty place
I lost myself but then how
I think I really didn't lose anything
I wasn't meant
and while all inside ...
Friday 29th March 2019 9:12 am
A fallickle man torn deeply at the seams,
Clocks flowing backward,
I am but the shadowed after-image of the yet foreseen.
The desolate paths etched in green and blue,
Make way for the emperor,
That which is me.
Shallow and hollow shells,
I do not see life in them,
For the depravity of man fell solely on my shoulder,
Gothic be the day...
Friday 29th March 2019 2:23 am
Also by Alita Moore:Filthy and Afraid | God |
My reality is my reflection
Showing all my deepest imperfection
My main focus becomes your Perception
Am I living up to your acceptance
Just to become your deflection
Since you are not happy with me
Because of who I am
Or what you think I chose to be
You don’t see me for me
But instead you see you inside of me
Which for some odd reason is w...
Thursday 28th March 2019 11:37 pm
Also by Dominc Read:Living Free |
Summoned to their verminous den
you're infected with apprehension
(rather than leptospirosis).
Hoping they've ratted you out
they reveal tiny razorsharp teeth
anxious to gnaw rapidly away at
the rewards of much hard work.
They torment you with taxes
(thus inciting you to moonlight)
penalising you for putting by.
Gleefully imposing gigantic fines
for simply wri...
Thursday 28th March 2019 9:50 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Noctis |
Wish you were here,
to break down all the differences,
to shake down all the borders,
to melt down all the distance,
to connect all the figures
in the right place.
What else could, what else could confront us?
In the same way we breath,
in the same way we cry,
wish you were here,
tonight when the whole world is empty
and there is no one left to die.
Wish you were here,
to create all t...
Thursday 28th March 2019 9:39 pm
one day my mother will die
trembling yellow fracture
birdsong on the radio
Thursday 28th March 2019 3:48 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:Amoebius (For National Poetry Day) | tanka for the nemophilia | even though it's all switched off, a constant hum |
I think of friends near and far over distance and away in time.
What separates us is still permeable, our friendship not lost nor thrown away Whilst we remain yet apart, our daily thoughts and hopes remain vibrant of joyful times yet spent.
Maybe on hold, maybe grown cold, possibly on mute or pause, but whatever the status, in our hearts I am sure for those who once cupped our souls with war...
Thursday 28th March 2019 1:54 pm
Poor old Treeza May
We’ll be oh so sad to see you go
To make way for that twat BoJo
But you’ve had your day
Cos step aside is what you’ll do
If your crappy deal don’t get through.
Too ri oo ri oo ri oo ri ay
Come on Arlene
As the DUP’s queen
You wear orange not green
And she’s on the rack;
Unless she will pay
More bribes you hold sway
So you’ll shaft Treeza M...
Thursday 28th March 2019 9:23 am
Also by John Coopey:ME FIRSTEST POEMS | THE POWER OF WORDS | OUR GERT KNOWS BEST | PRIAPUS | NOT THEIR FINEST HOUR | THE WORST SCHOOL IN THE COUNTRY | SHE | GAYS | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |
Her heart is as pure as the first ray of the sun.
Her Soul has got the spirit of fire , always burning with enthusiasm and Passion.
Her Mind is like an ocean , sometimes ecstatically peaceful and the other full of emotional waves .
Her eyes is as beautiful as the Darjeeling sunrise, Full of dreams and hopes one can clearly see.
Her Smile is as beautiful as the spring season , full of joy and w...
Thursday 28th March 2019 8:27 am
Also by Bhagwant Singh:Dream Girl |
Which is not.
What should be,
What should not be.
How to be,
How not to be.
Who will be,
Who will not be.
Where to be,
Where not to be.
What is not.
To choose not.
Thursday 28th March 2019 8:15 am