Poem

  Alone

No train. Standing in the rain. Fatality, we're told. Met his fate. Shame about the rain.

natural wrath

The Earth is an angry lover

Monkey and Mercy

Monkey and mercy
P K Routray
From monkey the man
over a long time span
Darwin’s logical creation
man is the improved version.
Vanished the tail and hair
and organs required rare.

  Viscosity

oil and water

  Ambrosia

Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Endulgant and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh

What am I?

Am I a shadow of my former self,
or a form yet to fill the deepest shadows of my prime?
Am I dreaming, yet to wake,
and break the membrane of perceived sentience?

Daddy Walrus

As long as we have Love everything will turn out ok

Light Of Love

love shines bright and shows us the way to go

Baby Blue

The colour of love turns blue when Love walks away

  PENCIL ME

in for the long run

In the Corner

Churning
Seething
Pumping

The font
The source
The target

Feed me!
Blame me!
Reject me!

But never appreciate me...

I work for you
I slave for you
I die for you

My only recourse

What a World

The Post Office is 16 billion dollars in the Red
but Obama can't save it,
but he saved the auto industry, didn't he?

Why should corporations support such
an inefficient government?

I am a leaf.

I am a leaf.

I’m that leaf on the tree outside the garden gate, yes that’s me.
Planning my future because I was asked;
Held in place by a finger, frame.

The Leap of love

Within love’s land, though I may be a stranger
and cannot tell what sorrows, there, may hide
for you, my love, I’d put my heart in danger;
for you such risk is surely justified.

JC

Jesus Christ,
There’s nothing up there
but the sensation of falling
and there’s nothing down here
but a sick urge to rise.
I want to float to the top
Be the cream of the crop,

dotdotdot

i'm not going
to write another
poem about depression
or anxiety

My name is...

Because I'm really scared of dying
and I wanted to tell you
my grip's too strong round the throat
my hands are the fear
the neck is my life
and I squeeze

My clitoral Erection

Loving the clitoris.

  Manic

Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat

The People's Language

This still needs some work on it, but I thought I'd whack it on here anyway!