There was a kind hearted man Who had a very rugged can And used the burrowed name of Dan To have many an aimless fan II He used a perfect pun When he wanted to show he can And bragged “my can does show I can Because my can still lives like a can” III […]
Category: PRIDE\
Here swoons the moon And there goes the frowning sun On hurtful pontoon II When moon times out, it frowns and tears for sun to come Normal these sad hurts III When the moon crosses Sun in its time, dead witchcraft Wakes to stir trouble IV Fallibility Is all, discipline; its call That margin, so […]
As none can chase chastity In a smoking cabaret, So must cabals never chase their hard targets In churches A caboose can be seen like chariots And there would be no hidden caldera To save the day Get a sense of camaraderie to cajole Prides hurt by you For you know not when your hammer […]
Mirror mirror on the wall Who is the fairest of all? Is it the goat, lion, sheep Or the vulture? You can boldly mention me; The peacock, if I fit the position MIRROR: Only VULTURE comes close to the fairest of all PEACOCK: What? The corpse eater? MIRROR: Yes PEACOCK: Why? MIRROR: Because he takes […]
He stirs She stirs Facing the opposites Suppressing the love which wants to play He yawns She yawns An evidence of watching with instincts But all hands have been tied by pride Some angry opener In settled time Left its ghost on the love birds Now even in sleep, it occupies the middle […]
When brains fear strength Chaos stands tall The body of the pen Must fear no muscles Because its voice is the loudest Let the pen talk And the muscles bow Power like that Needs no coward for an ink I am a pen A pen without muscles But I will never stand To be crashed […]
Categories
DOPED IN HIS AUTOEROTICISM
Help! He finds pleasure in autoeroticism Can that be considered cheating? Who do I fight with for my partner? Himself? Then I’ve lost the game All the twinkles left the sky of my eyes The curves have migrated from the contours of my mouth Life stares down at my soul-less being And shakes its head […]
If you ask me I’ll tell you there’s no interest Mice could live in your stomach Tell it to others and they cry Over their own stomachs If you ask me I know none cares Write beautifully, if they’ve never stepped in your word house Or wish to step in there, They’ll shun and […]
Categories
FITS OF APOPLEXY
The day felt cold My pride felt old My eyes and mind run wild My emotions run wild The beehive was stirred by a stick I took the wheels without eyes Rejecting all the worried eyes, Met the sun, Which asked why I run I looked but saw not and trashed the sun […]
Mum Cee 