SillyPoem #41

I saw a grubby van, where the owner

(Who was the world’s biggest jerk),

Wrote: I wish my wife was this dirty,

So I wrote: She is when you’re at work!

 

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Pals (Written for Al forbes)

 

You leave me alone,

When I want to be on my own,

And my wishes,

You have heeded,

But you’re always there,

To show that you care,

And always when,

You’re needed.

Though hard to conceive,

You may not believe,

But I have nothing,

But respect for you,

Because you’re solid as a rock,

And when I take a knock,

You prove yourself a pal so true.

I feel lucky to know,

That wherever I go,

You’re only a message away,

A shoulder to cry on,

Someone I rely on,

And you know how to make my day.

You ensure there’s no strife,

I love that you’re in my life,

And feel that I’m on the mend,

It is important I must,

Say that in you, I trust,

My pal, my mate, my friend.

 

 

Pals was originally titled:  Carburettor, Rugby Union, Means: I Love You, Man

Diligence (Written for Charles E.Yallowitz)

A steady effort without resistance,

Applying one’s self with earnest persistence,

Industrious, attentive and never shirking,

From responsibility, one is always hard working,

Ensuring consistency and competence, no less,

Such painstaking endeavours to be the best,

Continuation without frustration, resulting in the same,

A persevering character, diligence is my name.

 

Depression

 

Oblivion, take me,

Dash me to the ashes,

Let me be numb,

Undone, I wish not to feel,

I am dirt and dirty,

I have become misery,

Consumed by this malady,

This cancer in my soul,

I welcome insensibility,

Yearn to be nothing,

Not even the dust,

That blankets my dreams,

And those who slumber,

In the Valley of Dead Gods.

 

 

 

 

 

Note: An oldie from the vault, I’m actually doing very well 🙂

Caress of the Empyrean

Life seems without meaning, revenant, and

Empty, the bread is flat and without flavour,

The whiskey is sour, without warmth, and

Spoilt without you. The seconds still to a

Non-linear time, every moment – a lifetime

I in itself, as I watch the clock mournfully,

Shaking with nervousness I have not known

And a strange anticipation; waiting for you,

And that smile that reminds me of the sun

Coming up. My longing borders on obsession,

The power of something that I can not entertain

With a description that could justify what wells

Up in me like a country spring (That bubbles

Sweetly),  The only emotion that I feel when

You are near… Is music.

Cake

The crazy never, ever,

Die – They live on,

In our laughter,

In our poems and our pity,

In our promises and rainbows,

In our zebra Faerie city,

They become legend, altered

Memory that fits awkwardly,

Living happily ever after,

In our ideals and hoping,

In our faith and cheese,

In our fervid coping,

The crazy never, ever,

Die – they live on,

In our laughter.