INDEPENDANT TEAM #1

Winnie the 'roo lives up the street
she's a vegetarian so eats no meat
but, she has gained taste for my roses
so she's in my garden eating my posies
when, one day I thought
I'll catch you out
so I planted plastic flowers and
without a double
old Winnie knew when she'd been beat
so she packed her bags and went back up the street
now she lives in her old habitat
eating grass and getting fat
but...now we have a new next door neighbour
who's planting roses...like life couldn't save her
Winnie licks her lips and winks at me
smacks her lips in anticipated glee
next day the neighbour looked around
wondering what had tore up her ground.
I looked at Winnie my old chum
I'd keep her secret I'd play dumb...

#2

Rosy lips pout and smile
decaying teeth reveal the truth
sparkling blue eyes tease and flirt
faded now like summers passed.

Luxurious hair, sparse in reality
but, one hundred brush strokes
will make it shine she knows
for, her mother told her so.

Reflection portrays an unknown image
as time moved on and yet...
stood still, in a mind delusioned
by the fountain of youth...

#3

Rainbow drains to grey
on an unperceiving world
wearing war blinkers.

Well...

we're flying by the seat of our
pants
just like flight attendants
but...

surely we're worth a mention here
super heros...us
IINDEPENDANTS!!!!!

Reality Bites (Rictameter)

Empty
life regressing
greedy depression steals
last grain of reality from
confused mind lost to the hour-glass effect
illusion..perhaps delusion
merging as one dark thought
before draining
empty.

#6

Psychedelic kids
in a kaleidoscope world
waiting for Lucy,
purple haze clouding their brain
each one like a setting sun.

It's funny to think
that I am underneath you
clacking away at
my keyboard
oh so quietly
as I know you are sleeping and
I hope you will
have the same consideration
to my needs
tomorrow...

#8

Just like a boxer
after a few rounds
I no longer feel like dancing
nor do I buzz around like a bee

it's a self declared

KNOCKOUT!!!!

In the morning
two mice in the humane trap
jump around unexpectedly
I plug in the kettle and then...

#2

Common interest found
within words of poetry
as two worlds collide.

#3

To those I trusted
my guard dropped for a moment
but, in the end, sense found the truth.

I'm in The Club..

got a bun in the oven...

up the duff...

baking one...

well...I guess I could be polite and
just tell you

I'm PREGNANT HONEY!!!

#5

Clouds of doom
subside within my gloom
echoing pain, an eternal sound
rippling thoughts so profound.
Blank colour, my own creation
as I sink into oblivion...

# 6

one two three four five....

A little glass of vodka by my side
a little bit of weed to smoke tonight
a little bit of anything will do
as long as I'm with you...

it's MAMBO!!!

#1 dream number 1

she purrs like cat
watching her number one pleasure
as the stars fall on her bed.

he only helps her
to become a good observer.

#2 A love poem

when she decided to love,
it was early and late
to host the air.

first she stared at him:
the impossible him,
distant, unreachable
on the other side of midnight.

he stared at her too
and her nakedness covered
his immense solitude.

#3 Dying

she sat down on the sand,
pretending she could forget
what was eating her inside.

clouds came closer,
the sun bowed,
the waves still
and for some seconds
she was a woman again.

#4

don't deceive yourself:
the weird bunch of people
is mere fiction.
who are they who asked to be in
but are out?
don't join her if you haven't been vaccinated yet:
she is a creature of the jealous moon.

#5 Cinquain for him

he is to me a miracle of the sun,
a glory i carry with care every night
since my half life has shily begun.
and nothing shan't be different tonight
for he is my holy land, my limped knight.

#6 Good Friends

i stood up fast
feeling it tearing
my veins in two.

a dragon cuddled me
in its flames,
a window opened;
his eyes were closed
and he couldn't move.

we were searching
for a blue rose,
for the graal,
for a cure,
for ourselves.

feel for me
feel for us.

#7 Blues for us

i need ten lines
to express what i can't.
my muse is a cyborg
and she is somewhere
fighting for inspiration.

i need ten lines
and i ain't got time
only weary blues
for me
and you.

#8 Caverns

in obscure caverns
does he live
as the night opens
its legs.

in wet moments
does he satisfy
unattached, untamed
free and fast.

preserving himself
from himself,
living and proving
his own silent theory.

1.

Three lovely cats
carrese my toes,
snuggled in the warmth
of a blanketed morning.

2.

I believe in miracles
of a passionate kind,
where a kiss can flavor
my soul with the colors
of a waterfall mist.

3.

Society becomes zombies
at the hands of a government,
puppeteering madness
in the eyes of a child.

4.

Beyond the dark of the poetic minds,
I've traveled a thousand times over.

Mixed in a star studded universe,
getting lost in the existence of
my lonely punctuation.

5. Acrostic

Anxiously penning words
Never knowing If they get read
Drowning in my own thoughts
Reversing my soul in an
Enchanting way so that people know the
Author has something to say.

6.

Vodka killed their father
on a sunny afternoon in June,
it numbed his heart,
and a part of my daughters
died along with him,
the very moment he stopped
breathing.

7.

There isn't anything
you could do that
would make me
stop loving you.

Even if you passed
on tomorrow, my
love for you would
never die.

We have been soul fused,
beyond eternity.

8.

I've tasted sour dough bread
images, as you kneaded
my soul to form into the
loaves you desire to eat.

I've been devoured without
butter, fresh out of the oven
and it amazes me the lack of
respect you show, by not even
chasing me down with a glass of
milk.

1.

It was half past five
when the felines
rushed in to receive
their treats for the day.

Meowing in a hushing rush
they fly across the kitchen
floor in a rage.

2.

I've know for some time
that angels are blackened
and violated by their very
own wings.

3.

I've got a list of names,
in chronological order.

Two by two the slumlords
come to call and stand
accountable for their actions
but this remains to be seen
and only in my dreams.

I'm ruled by a government
of liers.

4.

Free spirits are laced
with pens and quills
flying to the beat of
their own drum.
Creating a better
world for every
soul that breathes
poetry.

5. Naani

I spy a fly, in a sea of pearls
struggling to break free
as life slowly fades
under a dark sky.

6. Alcohol or Drugs

Just four beers she
whispered as the drool
fell out of mouth,
intoxication was never
a thought until the
policeman placed
handcuffs upon her
wrists.

7.

As I write,
it occurs to me
that I have an
overwhelming urge
to release myself
from the pressure
my bladder is creating.

I can't stop writing
but soon I will be
drenched in a pool
of wetness.

8.

I feel better than a cat
feels with catnip.
Purely overjoyed
in a euphoric kind
of way.

1.
Two comes to mind
when a furry little creature
entertains my solitary moment.

My love and I are squirrels
in love with each other.

2.

This is madness
for my pen begs
me to stop and
the mind keeps
on rattling like
a caged hyena.