Archive for the 'Poems' Category

New Dress

Tuesday, March 17th, 2020

I bought a new dress It was silkier than I thought And when I put it on I can’t help but think That by the fashion police I will be caught You see it looks like it belongs to my 10 yr old Really will I ever be so bold As to don this lovely […]

Loss

Wednesday, March 11th, 2020

Dark crystal shreds of liquid thoughts Bubble up from the blooded gash Teeth pink pearls streaked with history Falling as slithers from tired gums A sleekness aswaits the frayed me As it looses tatters of dignity Shedding the physicality Nothing now but posioned thought Floating free A mass of threads tangling Meat is meat and […]

Bode the Warewolf

Saturday, March 7th, 2020

There once was a warewolf called Bode Who was I’m afraid anything but bold Instead of going out at night To scare people and give them a fright He would sit at home eating cream cheese Asking for cold tea with a thankyou and a please

Tolerance

Thursday, February 27th, 2020

Tolerance of intolerance Is written on the walls And leads to blood once more Core entwisted to the noose Swings in the shadows of the age Once more fascism is the rage

isms cause skisms

Monday, February 24th, 2020

Isms cause skisms I’d rather have equality Cos people are people And should not depend on an identity Forged from labels others have given to them To stuff them into boxes and forget about them

Burn

Monday, February 17th, 2020

Fear that’s within Takes that which lurks Festering hate Do you know this dark rhyme? Strange undertow Drag and degrade Loops of shame Burn the heart To ashes

Mary’s Thoughts on Religion

Friday, February 7th, 2020

“That’s the cross where Jesus dies I spies Mummy The cross where he dies It’s a top the tower Of that building the one like a fort” Little Mary has a thought “But Jesus is a baby in my tummy Isn’t that funny? In my tummy And he’ll be born on Christmas day So my […]

The Tome

Tuesday, January 28th, 2020

The Tome is reclusive in nature Hiding nestled upon the shelf In clusters of almost reads Leafs and leaves and sheafs With lives their own Collecting dust Raising silver fish To make lace of words Pretty in decay

Trample

Friday, January 24th, 2020

Suddenly my world did seem so hateful nasty and obscene Cold within cold without I hate you I wanna shout You took my hand you took my trust And then you ground it all to dust

Zom B the Zombie Bee

Friday, January 17th, 2020

Zom B the zombie bee lived with his friends in the honey tree Looking for the grey stuff to munch He’d settled for some bones to crunch Thinking those humans where a sorry bunch And so Zom B the zombie bee set out for the briny sea where a plague hit the crew a plague […]