Poems

Playfullday

Lively lads and

Lovely lasses,

Will all be soon

Much scattered ashes.


Spheres

finger tips on-

the white lines.

face back but-

body forward.


mound of - hip.

small round.

tuft of hair.

here & there.


circle of muscle-

grips like a fist.


Poem for the Future

Then the thought...

Horrified I slept,

Explosive you fought

Raging, once we were all

Egyptian kings dreaming.


Isn't it so noble and

So kind, so many billions


Never will die,

Only to grow from


Damn-nation of their

Every day to forevery day

And ever and wherever.

Then to me you might say

How can we go on? And on?


To Cherub

Falling has trapped her,

And her gaze at the end of time

Has trapped me.


Slumberous, sonorous, Cherub

There is no other nectar so sweet,

Than that which I drink of thee,

Yours is a mind so myriad

That I need silvery thread to secure me.


Torty-Tabby in my lap (with apologies to Genesis P Orridge)

Bea-Bea in my lap,

Padding in my lap.

Bea-Bea in my lap,

You want to take a nap.

What do you think about that?

*meow* *meow*

You’re so cool,

You’re so fine,

You’re such a little swine.

You’re so sweet,

You’re so nice,

You make me play with your dice.

You have eyes all aglow, you always want to know.

You want this and you want that, you're our Torty-Tabby cat.

What the hell do you think about that?

*meow* *meow*

You like to purr and sometimes murr,

You smell good, you smell like fur.

Bea-cat in the window seat,

You’ve got such crutiful feet.

You’ve got a brown spot above your heart,

We never want to be apart.

You always wake us up,

And like to drink from my cup.

You want loving day and night,

But with us, that’s alright.

At night through the house you creep,

You wake on us when we’re asleep.

*meow* *meow*

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