CSMP

Choco flavoured yummy cornflakes
Clatter against white ceramic bowl
Dollops of milk swirl and splash
Crispy chompy crunch in the mouth.
Mmmmmm. I like.

Stud - singular, garrulous, decidedly entertaining
Most ‘ooo mama’ – eliciting
No mere work horse, but brain-bran noble steed
Easy on the eye, easier on the mind.
Mmmmmm. I like.

Muffin to have with tea, with currants inside
Soft, spongy, heavenly aroma
Melt in the mouth, coat the tongue
Bring out the glutton inside, eat baby eat.
Mmmmmm. I like.

Poet. Write about the sky the fields the ship
Death love life work sex fun
Songbird, lovebird, likebird, friend
Seeker of truth, curious cat
I like. I miss. I loved.

A Time to Reap

The seeds were sown a long time ago,
they have yielded an abundant crop.
Emptiness took root and spread on fallow
land - post card perfect now, against the backdrop
of frozen clouds that once wept caustic tears
to wilt laughter weeds. Stalks of solitude
bear ripe grains of silence, the reaper appears
with a scythe. All business shall now conclude.

Perfect Stranger

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t behave so;
Lately, though, I’ve been thinking of a stranger
from a far away place and a long time ago.
I don’t know him. Like I said, he’s a stranger.
Never before have I written for someone I didn’t know!

(Abecedarian)

Excuse

I have many excuses for not writing
One is that I do not have a laptop
Writing on paper is tiring and boring
Only a keyboard makes me type non stop.

Then there’s the thing that I don’t have an alcove
Into which I can comfortably retreat.
Because this is such a noisy place, by Jove!
Imagine - 3 televisions, World Space and a pet parakeet

It is also because I don’t have a muse
Who bleeds mush out of my lovelorn heart
Now I better maintain status quo, for sans muse
I happy, I not sad, I better not start, what?

For the Woman Who Mourns a Rabid Cur

Woman, do you know that he not only betrayed your love
He also betrayed your secrets to me
Do you know, he handed me a bundle of letters
That smelt of your lust and love for him
He gloated and preened like it was his birthright
That you were his birthright, you probably were
He told me he could do what he pleased with you
And you’d go running back to him
Even after he beat you up black and blue
He told me all about your little quirks in bed
He lay bare your family, the fights, all the gore
I, the stranger, listened and observed, I didn’t care
Not for him, not for you, you were just a story
And he, just a cock sucking cum slurping two legged excuse for a human.

(Ne humanus crede)

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I miss you. I don’t know how else to say it
Your absence slowly closes in on me
I’m trapped within the four moving walls of it
Your name stains the surfaces as they crush me.

Corvidae

Then their cloaks billowed in the raging wind
Raucous cries tore into a black eventide.
Priests of Darkness were they – for they had sinned
and heaven to them was forever denied.

Corvidae – theirs was an insatiable lust
for all of the secrets of darkness and light.
Gospels and testaments earned their mistrust,
and their blasphemous questions sought to incite.

The meek and the god fearing sheep were rounded
before the Corvidae corrupted their minds.
Virtuous womenfolk also proceeded
to aver to masters, their staunch allegiance.

The Priests of Darkness possessed snake-like eyes;
their words, their manner, above all their questions
made men start thinking, made men dangerous,
and goaded women to demolish their chains.

Then God and the King and all Holy Leaders
Conferred together to set things back right.
“Questions cause anarchy and views diverse,
Faith’s what we need for the world to shine bright.”

In a cave that the Corvidae usually met
Masked assassins, with sharp daggers, then hid
and they stabbed the Corvidae without regret
the world was then saved, of Priests it was rid.

Then their cloaks billowed in the raging wind
Raucous cries tore into a black eventide
Black winged Corvidae, ‘gainst a dark sky maligned
Cawed and cried and circled their graveside.

(Corvidae is a family of birds that contains the crows, ravens, rooks, jackdaws, jays, magpies, treepies and nutcrackers)

New Year Gift

My gift, lover, for you this year,
leaves me with me a broken heart.
I bid you free to go, my dear;
Go while you can, and have a fresh start.