Donald said he’s coming back somehow
In a different form, perhaps a cow!
He made an error, ruining the States
If he is a worm then he’ll be bait
If he is a dog and bites a child
He will be put down like those reviled
So many on Death Row he ordered killed
The only benefit is to remind
Not all humans are quite human-kind
Day: January 20, 2021
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
Katherine villanelle August 11, 2016 1 Minute
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
I didn’t know how soon you had to leave
I’d draw upon your lips my best design
I tell my love in words, which is no crime.
I didn’t show you all you might receive
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
If I had bought you bottles of best wine
Would you have stayed and kept me unbereaved?
I’d draw upon your lips my best design.
I know you were perceptive and read signs
Eyes a-crinkle green as sun washed leaves
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
I’d hold your mind and weave your thoughts to rhymes
Until the truest love poem arrived
I’d draw upon your lips my best design.
I’d write you letters ,much love I would leave
With my mind and body I perceive.
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
I’d draw upon your lips our own design
To be loved alone
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have;
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.”
― W. H. Auden, Collected Poems

The sad fact
“I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.”
― W. H. Auden, Collected Poems
Happy New Tier
I wish you a low Tier
Happy New Leer
Happy, need beer
Hippy New Flair
Happy, Loo near!
Aptly New Here.
Happy New Beer
Unhappy with Lear?
Snappy New Year
Cherry Xmas
Happy Mums R Us
We kiss you and say it’s Xmas, so happy you’re dear
Very Xmas to view.
Very Xmas with flu
Make a post of it.
Flay the dust out.
Hope to flee you soon
I can’t mate to go home.
Sorry I’ve not been in clutch.
Sorry not to sweep my promises.
We must be, this year.
Be good but impure
Have emotions in the flesh
Let’s get together with a SIM
I’ll see you with the Creator.
Are you any good with tarts
Flap both your ears
.Well, we were born with no lore.
I see men gnaw more.
Happy Low Tier
I feel I am queer
I have studied and I’ve got my last degree
I started to write villanelles because after 2 years I was still suffering intensely
I decided to learn something new.I’ve written many villanelles now. I learn new things as often
as I need to.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle
March 14, 2018
I have studied and I’ve got my new degree
My heart has learned its lessons one by one.
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
I didn’t know how anguished one would be
When the man you love is here and then is gone
I’ve been studied, oh I got the third degree
The tears I wept could fill up the Dead Sea
Add more salt and scour the shore till done
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
I know now I must die,we cannot flee
We turn to dust and that is not much fun
I have studied and I’ve got my last degree
It’s no News, nothing for the BBC
Unless you’re Stephen Hawkings, that great man
We’re graduates of the grief academy
We can’t control life with a self made plan
God is gone though prayer might well begin
I have suffered till I got my Ph.D
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
In our sleep we find the open door

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams he is alive again
Thus his image lives inside my store
In our sleep we find the open door
We see the precious faces of those gone
The face that was familiar is no more
A nightmare,anxious, running as before
To find our car, to bring home my dear man
Now his image lives within my store
His voice to me sounds muffled by great doors
He wonders how I manage all alone
The love that was so potent is no more
An anger at the doctors made me roar
A dying man ignored by every one
Now his love lives on in my deep core
Death will capture all but is that fair?
We live then die at last of all good bare.
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet his sweet love still haunts my deepest core