Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Poem

Nona

 

1380939671264.cached

 

 

Bird has got to fly

Poets gotta sing

the truth

Maya angelou

Sang to me sotto voce

Like a freebird that

Could not give

a damme

Or an irish

man

Without

A wigwam

 

 

The Ashes

surreal-self-portraits-by-rachel-baran-8-600x602

 

The woman at the next table

passed me the ashtray

with a kind and understanding smile.

I poured myself in with gusto.

I do not care for the one

with the mean grimace and fixed gaze.

 

 

 

 

 

Thesaurusitis

christophe-remy

 

Bribed my memory

To serve me well for a while

Let’s see what happens

The Swim

plunge

 

Refugee bodies

Respectively estimated

Around two hundred

Mass exodus proportions

Rio de Janeiro fishes

Ahead in the polls

Twenty sixteen Olympics

Might be a stinker

Climate change to blame

Too many fish in the sea

Like men

Most worth throwing back

World in terrible chassis

The Quandary

b1_3129281c

 

Is there fur will, yes or no?

a bald dog hollered.

Finger shows telling

ghoulish tales of reading

after dark descends

the staircase bearing scissors:

The Barber of Free Will

Design for Loaf

This-Is-What-You-Shall-Do-poem

On days like these…

climb up trees

worship iguana

axolotls go a long way

sometimes wear pyjama

*

Always remember…

The sound is always

preferable to the furies

Slumbers

ears

 

Take it easy my fine fellow.

Let the air breathe you.

Cliché-ville in two hours!

Originality

requires effort not force,

focus not hocus pocus.

Step outside your omphalos, Carlos.

See the world as same as us.

Anti Political Broadside

Farmer Jones

 

Manor farm narcolepsy

Soporific chattering classes

Plum voiced gobbledygook

Farmer Jones dismissed

Afternoon of sport

Formula one gymnastics

Garden of earthly delight

Bursts out in force

Cavalcadenza

retting the sun

Three raspberry tulips

Wag antic bulbous splendid

Ice wind defiance

Indoors trembling spectator

Whisper sweet chastisements

At lost sensibilities

Cropdusting

6d60vbH

One departed Eye

Farted violet nonsenses

Some left for the coast

%d bloggers like this: