Day: October 5, 2019

A cartwheel is too large for a midge

I wonder what  rhymes with mosquito
They bit me by the pond, I repeat,oh!
They  live near the lake
Yet the water is fake
I reckon they arw Latins,discreet, oh.

I was awake  all  last night ,those bites  itch
I got some wet ice from the fridge
I stood on my hands
As elastic  has strands
A cartwheel is too large for a midge,

The flesh is most sweet on the male
Do not try to kill flying nails
Keep under cover
Don’t strangle your brother
He is either dead or he  looks very frail

No point in committing a  crime
When  you have forgotten your name
Get famous and rich
Then make your pitch
Think  well before we get blamed

More valuable than gold

I’ve got just one letter
written in your hand
One short letter
I understand,
One is as infinity
compared to having naught.
I’ll keep this letter
In the museum of my heart.
’ve only got  one photograph
and that is  very old
but to me this photograph
is more valuable than gold
Time has thundered by.
Is it now too late?
But may there be a second chance?
Let’s not  accept  love’s fate.
No matter how we falter,
No matter how we fail
Can we still forgive ourselves,
and rewrite this  sad tale.
One more letter,
One more   heartfelt smile,
That will be sufficient
To rebirth a love grown frail.
For once this love was stronger
Once this love was true;
So now we are wondering
If we may create our love anew

I’m incontinent, you are in Europe

 

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When I found your photograph on the floor
I wrote a poem about it
My sister says, pick up all those photos
Where have they come from?
I say,I don’t know
Maybe I knocked down a folder
 I am clumsy
I write two more poems while she feeds me Belgian apple tarts
She tells me how she fell over in a dark  field in Germany
Her foot went into a hole
There were no lights
They both fell down so she had hysterics
I only had one glass of wine!
She laughed all the way  back to the campsite
And then she fell into laughing  so much
I could hear her here in London
So I got hysterics as  well
That’s genes for you!
I’m still laughing,
They came here on their bicycles
Not dead yet
That’s their trip before Brexit
You never know whether they will start to kill Britons for messing up the entire Continent
BTW I am incontinent

 

That he died too, with the suffering ,weak and lonely

I was born at midnight   just before the Nazis hanged Bonhoeffer
Before Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Before  people knew about the Holocaust
It’s a bit like that now
No, don’t listen to the News, it will only upset you
And whoever is suffering, you can’t help them
Go and read your novel
Make a cake
See if Marks and Spencer still sell woollen jumpers
Invite someone to dinner.
I suppose I’m among  the youngest of the  people born while Hitler was still in his Bunker
And no-one believed the rumours about Auschwitz
Anyway, was it our concern?
No doubt the day I arrived, a lot of Jewish babies died
So it  makes us know that God is not what we thought
That God was a Jew
That he died too, with the suffering ,weak and lonely
What’s God now?
Did we believe only because we thought  he would help us?
Chance is a fine thing
Especially to God