Erotic

Erotic

Do you know what turns you on?

Is it a lady, with a furry thong?

The slightest peek of soft white breast?

Or just a nipple, poking through a vest?

Big black eyes? Or bright red lips?

Someone that is good with whips?

The smoothness of a fresh shaved quimm?

Someone that is really thin?

Do you need a mask and lead?

To satisfy your special need?

Being tied up on your bed?

Doing it in the garden shed?

Big hard slaps on your bum?

Raspberry's blown on your tum?

An alabaster arse slipping from the covers,

Makes me glad that we are lovers.

April 2018

Summer

Summer

We love to see the sun come out,

It makes us smile to go round-a-bout.

To go and play out in the sun,

We're full of joy and fun, fun, fun.

Singing birds up in the trees,

Beautiful flowers blow in the breeze.

Green, green grass to roll about,

Oh, to laugh and scream and shout.

We hope that summer never ends,

So we can play with our friends.

March 2018

My Friend

My Friend

I've known you now for quite a while,

Your little giggles make me smile.

It's like you know all the best jokes,

All the laughs we'd have, if you spoke.

You bounce around like nothings wrong,

Enjoying life, just one great song.

But sadly now, it's the end,

I hope in life that we were friends.

Now you've gone to a better place,

I bet there's a smile upon your face.

So laugh and bounce my old friend,

Now your body's free again.

For BM November2017

How'd you Feel

How'd you Feel

I'd like to tell you how I feel today

With both my hands, I hear you say. Not just

The left, or just the right. I use them both

To squeeze you tight. When your freezing, or if

Your sneezing. There, to make you feel alright.

November 2017

Oh you Beauty

Oh you Beauty

Oh you beauty,

You little cutie.

In your brown suit so fine,

I hope you'll be mine.

In your bed of Snow White,

I can't wait till tonight.

Under your blood red sheet,

I can't wait for this treat.

You make me so mannish,

My fish finger sandwich!

Long ago

Life

Life

Life is like a sewing.

Sewing begins with a blank cloth,

As does life.

Life, builds one step at a time.

Sewing, one stitch at a time.

Life, walking, then running.

Sewing, a stitch, then a row.

Life, slowly growing into a family.

Sewing, into a pattern.

Both vibrant and joyful,

Growing in size and shape.

Both reaching their pinnacle,

Then slowly fading.

Life and thread ebbing away.

Colours fade as the seasons,

Until the leaves fall,

And the pattern book shuts.

For BB March 2018

House

House

Turn the key, open the door,

Step onto the hallway floor,

Mind the dogs and the Brompton too.

Dash

        Up

             Stairs

                       To

                            The

                                   Loo

On the left the bedroom,

Close the door, don't have a look,

Look out the window, there's a rook.

Across the landing, there's the potty

Plenty of paper if you get snotty,

A little room, it's quite grotty,

There's a mandolin up on the wall,

Just in case you're in for the long haul.

Back

Down         

Stairs                  

To the                          

Hall                                   

Into the lounge, the room for all,

The dogs are chasing a rubber ball,

Flying furniture, it's a squall.

So into the kitchen, for a cuppa.

Why don't you stay for supper?

February 2018 

Monarch

Monarch

Eyes alight

Nostrals flare

Stands upon his hill

Throws back his crown

Roars aloud

Come take me if you will.

For he is king of all he sees

He'll take you in a rut

I doubt you'll win, but if you do

It's yours, good luck.

Two battle axe's upon his head

Covered with deadly tines

Thrashes them on the ground

To intimidate the foe.

The advantage, it's his

He holds the higher ground

A mighty charge, antlers lock

The foe, he is to weak.

He backs away, again a charge

He cannot take the hill

Slips away, head dipped in shame

This year, there will be no heir.

Upon the hill the monarch roars

To signal the others retreat

Then wallows on the ground

In the urine of his-self.

The Hinds come to oestrus

He mounts them one by one

For he is king, his line is safe

The Hinds will bear his sons.

February 2018

This Body

This Body

My body's weak, my mind is too.

What is my future? I have no clue!

I once was young but now i'm old,

The fire within is going cold.

I once was fast but now I'm slow,

I just can't make this body go.

I creek all day, and groan all night,

Whatever I try, it's just not right.

The spirit in me just won't ignite,

Is it time to turn out the light?

December 2015

Bird Table

Bird Table

Alfresco dining all year round

The bestest food in all of town

Al-a-carte menu on the ground.

Breakfast, dinner, lunch or tea

Eat what you want, all for free

There's bread, nut, plenty of seed

Meal worm, sunflower, all you need.

There's bar and bath for you to use

Catch-up on the local news

Come along to chit and chat.

Just watch out for next doors cat.

January 2018 

Wedding Day

Wedding Day

In life not all treasure is made of gold.

You were so small, you gave us so much joy,

Entering life at minus five weeks old.

You are, have, and always are, our perfect boy.

You never grew tall, but you grew strong,

Full of strength, knowledge and determination.

No challenge to tough, that was your song,

You've given us so much jubilation.

You met a woman, your head in a cloud,

Someone to love, your troubles to share.

On this special day you make us proud,

And for you both, we will always be there.

So get off your arses, and raise your glasses,

Bride and Groom, Karen and James, Kavasses.

December 2017

Blacksmith

Blacksmith

Heading towards the gates of hell,

The unwelcoming glow of death.

A pungent beauty to it's smell,

Fills your nostrils, takes your breath.

Lying on a hot flaming pyre,

Body engulfed in searing flame.

Slowly glowing, becoming fire.

Abiding time, a waiting game.

A dancing leaping Ballerina,

Hypnotic dazzling perfection.

Turning whirling concertina,

Showing in the others reflection.

From the furnace to cold dark steel,

Smashing crashing, hounding pounding.

Steel meets steel, molecules congeal,

Clanging banging. Ringing singing.

From the fire, nat a cremation,

The Master performs his magic.

Not the end. Regeneration,

The Alchemy is fantastic,

November 2017

Snot

Snot

Snot runs down my nose, like rain free-falling.

Today I'm smiling, but in my heart.

It's raining. They are laughing, I'm crying.

The thoughts inside my head feel like dying,

With care of our Planet, mans not been smart.

Snot runs down my nose, like rain free-falling.

Global climate change, our world is frying,

Fat-cats smirk and snigger, loading their carts,

They're laughing. I'm crying, Acid raining.

Jaguar, Elephant, Panda vanishing.

Rhino, Bono, all soon to depart.

Snot runs down my nose, like rain free-falling.

Our Sea, like a rubbish bin is filling,

Dirty waters lapping, a pungent fart,

I'm crying. It's raining, I'm not laughing.

This is all we have to keep on living,

Our orb is ebbing. Nature's work of art.

Snot runs down my nose, like rain free-falling.

Acid raining. Who's laughing? We're dying!

October 2017

Tragic

Tragic

I once found a baby that was dead,

Cos someone had stamped on it's head.

It's mummy didn't cry,

Just told the Police a lie.

And took another man to her bed.

(September 2017)

Rainbow

Rainbow

We are a Rainbow,

Not one colour, but many.

Alone, a rich textured hue,

Independent, and vibrant.

Together, an explosion of pigment,

Elements united to form perfection.

At the end a treasure-trove.

We are a pot of GOLD.

(September 2017)

Field

Field

A green field bathed in sunlight,

wet and squiggly under foot.

Brown shapes wander aimlessly,

they're cows and horses if you look.

A yellow field bathed in sunlight,

dried and cracked from the sun.

Little children scream shout,

Just playing, having fun.

A green field bathed in sunlight,

the trees are brown or bare.

Brown shapes shelter from the wind,

breathe white, from frosty air.

A white field bathed in sunlight,

Cold and covered with virgin snow.

Suddenly a man appears,

A carrot for his nose.

A red field bathed in sunlight,

wounded and dying lay.

An ancient battle long ago,

no-one knows who won the day.

A green field bathed in sunlight,

it's beauty beyond compare.

Will greed turn it to concrete?

And blacken our fresh air.

(August 2017)

Mother

Mother

I've known this woman all my life,

in fact, you've known me longer.

After all, you were my Father's wife,

a bond cannot be stronger.

Since I was a little boy,

you always tried to inspire.

Nature and History to enjoy,

of these things, I never tire.

Now the years are passing by,

the lights begin to flicker.

As I write, I start to cry,

and hope the end comes quicker.

And when I see you cold and grey,

I'll know your pain has gone away.

(August 2017)

Scop

Scop

An Anglo Saxon Saga

As Harold took a beer from the fridge,

Some Vikings landed at Stamford Bridge.

Harald Hardrada was his name,

He hoped that England he could gain.

From London to Stamford in nine days,

Poor Harold. I bet his bum, it was ablaze.

All the the Vikings, were at rest,

Harold caught them in their vest.

I bet those Vikings, did curse and swear,

To see those Saxons standing there.

It was a rush, it wasn't fair,

Hardrada hadn't done his hair.

Harald Hardrada sent a man,

To the boats, as quick as you can.

Bring back men. Bring back armour,

Bring back swords, lets end this drama.

The men ran from the boats at Riccall,

Come on lads. Duty calls.

Back across the bridge went all but one,

A seven foot giant, second to none.

Try and try, they could not get through,

Each man approaching, the giant slew.

The Saxons thought, this bloke is crackers,

Then from below, someone stabbed his Knackers.

Across the bridge the Saxons went,

On victory, they were hell bent.

From behind the the shield wall went up a cheer,

Lets get on with this. I need a beer.

They fought with spear. They fought with axe.

Now we'll have to pay more tax.

Harald Hardrada he was drowned,

Not in the river, but on the ground.

He took an arrow in the neck,

Then with Valhalla he did connect.

At last the battle it was won,

But for Harold it was no fun.

His brother Tostig, was the foe.

Harold tried to parley, he said "no".

So Harold cut off his Brother's head,

It was the end as he was dead.

(Not historically correct. They didn't wear vests).

(April 2017) 

Storm

Storm

All through my life I will be harsh and mean,

You’ll think me unempathic and desperate.

My selfish act will make you want to scream,

I’m vulgar, rude and inconsiderate.

You think of me- irrational and crazy,

Formidable are my powers and super strengths.

Your fragile earth will be turned Ipsy-daisy,

To ruin your life, I’ll go to great lengths.

I greedily engulf the world around me,

Twisting and turning I whirl through your life.

I’ll travel great distance, even cross the sea,

Just for my pleasure, I cut like a knife.

But do not worry, I didn’t linger too long,

My name is Doris and I’ve already gone.

March 2017

P.O.E.T.

P.O.E.T

“Piss off early Tuesday”, work are saying,

Can’t you sit still. No. Don’t kick the mutt.

I’ve a yearning to carry on learning.

My brain won’t switch off, it carries on playing.

Some people just shrug, say, what a nut.

“Piss off early Tuesday”, work are saying.

Sneaking a peak, when no-one is looking.

Just a glance at the net with eyes half shut.

I’ve a yearning to carry on learning.

Dylan and Thomas, the joys of surfing.

Your friends are thinking, he’s some kind of nut.

“Piss off early Tuesday”, work are saying.

Grabbing books, when I think she’s not looking.

I receive my prize, a quick uppercut.

I’ve a yearning to carry on learning.

Life is a lesson, and always enlightening.

I’ll always be happy to hear a tut,

“Pis off early Tuesday”, work are saying,

But I’ve a yearning to carry on learning.

March 2017