Day: April 13, 2015

Shakespeare’s enemies

All’s swell that blends well
All tell when ends jell.
Tall as well and weds a bell
As your bike’s blue lit

As You like bluetits

As you strike it .
As you make it up.
The Comedy of Sorrows
The remedy of mirrors
Jumbeline:sin and bloom
Thumbelina
Wondering dreamer
Love’s Favours Cost
Life’s flavours lost
Have Labour lost.
Treasure for treasure
Pleasure for pleasure
Leisure is treasure
The Merry Waves of Windsor
The merry knaves of winter
The merry wives have entered
The merry laptop dances
The Penchant for Tennis
The merchants now menace
The searcher for tomorrow
The researcher was followed
A Midsummer flight’s scream
A midsummer nightgown
Much Ado About frothing
How about some mutuality
Much we do about nullity
Pericles, winced at Lies
Taming of the Screw
The screws are all to blame
Their tempers are skewed
Boil us and put cress on us.
Twelfth Bite.
Healthy Frog Night
Two Gentlemen of Harmonia
A winter’s grail.
A sprinter’s tail
I feel my tail
I mean, it’s a tall tail.
Is it at all pale?
No it’s a bowl.
Plastic?
I am barred
You are a card

Give us eternal pests.Oh Lord

Hide And Seek

I like these poems

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Behind the smoke screen                             IMG_20150409_094025

Whom can I disguise myself as

To hide my real self

Whom can I impersonate

To be more accepted

What camouflage can I use

To hide behind

What mask can I wear

So I can mesmerize you

Within

My concealed crystal hideaway

  Find me

Here

And I will awaken

Your seeking mind

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He liked to excite women with his studied impropriety

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I found this helpful when I had an operation and could not lie down
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He was a picky person with a penchant for piss artistry
He liked to excite women with his studied impropriety.
He often went to bed with a woman of society
Then she would be troubled by her sudden notoriety.
As demanding as a pigeon with one eye and no stability;
Although he had been gifted with a wide range of abilities.
He always told the truth  in a   manner Jesuitical
It gave rise to  deep wounds and  to curious thoughts inimical.
He read between all lines and fantasised romantickly
He knew his Greek and Latin and corrected folk pedantickly.
He liked to drink ripe brandy and practise tantric gallantry.
Until it led to arguments and words fired off too frantickly.
He said he felt real lonesome even when he was in intimacy
Wished he’d never bothered to lose his youth’s virginity
He did too much for others and got  stressed out by an accident
Until his control broke and gave rise to an ” incident.”

So now he is in prison and finds it suits him perfectly.
He was made to be a hermit and he lives his life less jerkily.
All he misses now  is the ladies so beloved of him…
He wonders if they can be jailed and share his cell and  comfort him?

The undertaker’s under-planned

Oh,with whales and fish I want to be
I must be buried out at sea
Please send a brief text to me
Lest I commit adultery.
Please don’t send a lifeboat to a storm

You never seened to understand
Neither the lyrics nor the band
The negatives writhe hand in hand
The undertaker’s under-planned
My cast off skin won’t do him any harm.

He’s angry as his profits down
He prefers to bury folk in the ground
Ideally in a coffin sound
Made from any wood around…#=
My stitches won’t undo unless we’re calm