NB: treat last two lines as one. No, seriously, this is a fib: a proper formal poetry format, (would I lie to you?) Would have been part of a sequence, had this turned out better on the virtual page.
NB: treat last two lines as one. No, seriously, this is a fib: a proper formal poetry format, (would I lie to you?) Would have been part of a sequence, had this turned out better on the virtual page.
It has a collective strength to all but these but only if you do not take them too seriously.
You've seen those flowers on the lamp-post. This tells their story... Backwards.
‘Was a couple years back when I first heard the good word.
HE spoke to me and told me what to do.
Well, Jezebel, yes I could tell was bound for hell.
What's your workplace dress-code?
Returning home, she bid him, “Turn around;”
The days-ago packed bag upon her arm.
He raced a rally stage through drive-time town,
An effervescent contrast to her calm.
Most people are so boring, don’t you think?
So disappointing when they fall below,
Which they always do.
You meet some fellow,
Find someone who gets you, someone in-sync
I’m sick and tired of feeling sick and tired
Every morning I wake up exhausted
My stagnant, racing brain is uninspired
I self-med my way to early-nighthood
How long before your MP mentions "Hardworking British Families"? Get a stopwatch.
Facebook Whales are users with more than 10,000 "friends." How is that possible?
Welcome to the world of bright ideas -
Sometimes in a relationship it doesn't just have to be the woman that feels vulnerable. Men have ghosts too.
Slenderly petite in stature
Adorned in shades of pastel nature
Hair the hue of copper red
Held with ribbon atop her head
Beneath her crimson fringe she views
The meaning of life I often ponder
Of Gods great gift's and things of wonder
I reason matters Theologic
Thinking deeply philosophic
I have often sought these things profound
The fourth of July in the USA
Is that nations independence day
Which they celebrate with a holiday
In England we look across the pond
At a nation of whom we are truly fond
Dad's words echoed around in my head and the hallway began to spin.