Hear the calming sound of distant traffic,
The morning yawn of this slumbering town,
There, the early birds fly fast and frantic,
Here, the songbirds strive to rouse the crowds.
Soon voices merge with this morning chorus,
As fledglings fly free from their parent’s nests,
Filled with the thrill of the day before them,
Wild screams and laughter burst out from their breasts.
Continue reading The City’s Song
By baiting compliments,
Angling for kind words,
Fishing for sympathy,
To trawling for attention.
In hindsight, her veneers
Were not the best idea,
And nor did Botox help;
It turned her howls to yelps.
Her pretty, patterned claws
Looked weird on canine paws,
Just like her enhanced breasts
Beneath her furry chest.
Too late, she realized
Her need to be disguised
Was pointless all along;
She knew now she’d been wrong…
The day unfurls in hushed tones;
A collared dove puffing
Like a steam riverboat,
As leaves whisper secrets
To a sighing sky.
Somewhere there’s the buzz
Of a lawnmower grazing,
As I tap a sonnet
To this lush universe.
(Inspired by #TheSmellofWords Prompt ‘Hushed Tones’)
Continue reading How I Amuse My Poetry Muse Vol II
We are all speculators on our own stock markets,
Buying and selling our self-esteem by
Trading shares with each other, and
Raising and lowering our investments in ourselves.
Yet it seems the more our bodies develop,
The less we feel we have gained;
And the more we weigh in pounds,
The less we feel we’re worth.
So perhaps we should speculate more wisely,
By withdrawing our shares of self-worth from
Our ever-fluctuating corporal corporations,
And investing them instead
Into the solvent, substantial bonds
Of our souls.
There once was a young man from Chile
Who was exceedingly silly
One day for a dare
He ran round the town square
With just a pink bow on his willy.
There was a young man from Peru
Who was terribly fond of U2
He wanted to see them
Play Rome’s Coliseum
But the curve of the Earth spoiled his view.
We breath each other in,
Our scents converging
In a rhapsody
Strong and sweet
Faint and fecund
As our tongues entice each other
In the dark.
(Inspired by @TastyPoem Prompt ‘Entice’)
Continue reading How I Amuse My Poetry Muse Vol I
Moses supposes his toes were roses
When Moses takes doses of strong LSD
But Moses he knowses to lay of them doses
‘Cause Moses psychosis is pretty scary.
Building Lego with my boy,
Lost in our constructions,
Brave new worlds born from tiny toys –
Who says you need instructions?
I planned to pen a profound verse,
Unraveling the universe,
But since I’m still finding my feet…
I settled for something short and sweet.
The sweet smell of Spring,
Brings forth tears to my eyes,
Is this a blissful feeling
Or hay fever in disguise?
Let your feet take your mind for a wander,
So your eyes can get a good gander,
At sights they may not have seen,
So when you return to your screen,
Your head will be filled with insight,
And your hands will be itching to write.
Misery loves Company
But the feeling isn’t mutual;
For Company wants just to be
With concepts which are social.
So Company spurns Misery
Which suits Misery just fine;
As Misery has cause to be
Friends with Anguish all the time.
The splatter of brain
Matter over virgin snow
Is how zombies paint.
Rain drops drip from damp
Leaves like rotting flesh falling
From grey fingertips.
Hands up who
Wants to get out
Of their grave?
They come in the night
Soft-shod shuffling from the
Graveyard to my door.
Brains are like porridge
For zombies as they both come
Warm and in a bowl.
In cold climates
Get brain freeze?
Why is it
You never see
All those brains
Upon spying the beautifully busty babe,
He rose up longingly from his grave,
With lust illuminating his features
Like sunbeams following a nuclear winter.
Yet the newborn zombie’s priorities had changed –
It saw past the girl’s boobs and went straight for her brain.