Poetry Blogs (2019, sour)
Andy N on A Haiku about returning to the beaches when it is safe to go there again. (10 minutes ago)
What a peaceful thought.
Tuesday 30th July 2019 1:04 am
A raving, craving, fiending junkie.
Incessantly nodding, affirming yes,
Consistently giving, despite duress. Love turned me into a puppet pauper,
A penniless, lack-luck, begging gawper.
Constantly scrounging, loose change sifter,
Tirelessly searching, dime store drifter. Love turned me into a courtly fool,
A grinning, spinning, ignorant tool.
Monday 23rd June 2014 9:35 am