Though through sleep-drunken eyes
he received a surprise,
while he sat he had shat in his hat.
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She’d drifted off
the day had gone,a whirlwind filled with awe.They had succumbedto an irrational idea,unknown to mandismissive of all laws,yet full of boiling cloutas it had fallen from the sky.A dinosaur from space,well dressed to killas it spread silken gracebetween the silent treeswith their combative birds,the feel of bedding hair,from horse or ancient unicorn.Few eyes observed,a stagnant…
She secretly held the belief that it looked weird,
though he was unaware of rashes that appearedand burning skin where all his interest had piqued.He’d told her that the daily chore was just a bit too muchno man could be expected to perform this menial task,so he had left to Nature and to Gods as suchthe tough decisions and he did not ever askif…
A poet can turn
innermost sanctum.There, to draw uponthe fertile fields of his mind,lush in their beauty.There is no limitto the imaging powerfor new creation.Fed by desireto get to know an egoso deeply buried.An awesome musicresonating from craters,the inner soulmate.Respect this treasureof poetry in action.We all are poets.
If wishes had flippers I’d certainly flip
If wishes were swallows I would fly to your nestI would hide in the hollows for a look and a rest.But if wishes were futile and sweet words never heardI would dream of a nubile and delicious young bird.
I wake up in the night,
And, due to darkness,‘merde’, I stub my toeand let the sleepers know.‘It’s all the fault of George’,so slurs the spouse, annoyed.‘He can be blamed for anything,including leaking taps and roofs.’Well, it is true, he disappoints,Afghanistan and then Iraq,and nothing is accomplished,no peace and no democracy.The little guy stands in the door,with snoopy-do pyjamas,‘we should have…
Since I had just arrived
where men are shyand women tease,I halted briefly at the duneand looked straight intothe Southern sun.You later said you smiledright when I draped with carethe Mapleleaf uponwhat I would call in Latin onlymons pubis, (cute, those curls) .I’ve loved Canadian womenever since. Au Canada.