the pig went meow
then a woof from a cow
the chicken went moo
an oink from a sheep too
the dog went neigh
the cat’s baa was okay
a cluck from the bull
and wow the barn was full
a cacophony of calls
were heard that night
from the animal’s impressions
at the farm open mic
Modern nonsense poems by Clive Culverhouse
So this is where I have come
To the depths of reasoning
Chosing faith over insecurity
This plan of mine to find the one
Eludes me to say the least
I try my best to woo them
Be honest with them
Yet they flee I want to give chase
But always out run by common sense
If it's too good to be true it probably is
But how do I meet someone
Where do I look
Or should I not look at all
Will she come to me
I want to believe
I want to have faith
It scares me
Haunts me
I seem lost in transition
Lost in complexities of my own doing
Unwinding the past ain't so clean
Makes me visit memories I wish not to see
With in this body is a mind that the heart can't get in the way of
I search for a dream come true
I search for a physical connection
But today the game seems to out play the player
I want to give up to give in
Let my destiny be alone
But I won't
I will dream I will believe and maybe someday the universe will deliver all this and more
Why is the world becoming more and more aggressive?
“How do you understand this question?” asked Master Satan.
I mean that I see in the world. In real life. In daily life and in the news.
“Don’t lie. You never watch the news. You are always reading the news online.”
Yes. This is true. But my statement is correct. Right.
“Right. Or right.” Yes. But the right doesn’t serve the right. “The correctness.”
Yes. There is no correct law. I mean adequately effective.
“There are correct laws. The problem is human rights.” I understand.
“So, too open the world.” I understand. Many people abuse their rights.
Exactly. This gives a base for the immoral life.
So, life was better than when the teacher, the priest, and the judge ruled the village.
“Yes.”
Thank you, dear Master Satan.
I'm no longer feeling lonely anymore.
I finally settled my own karmic score.
Every day he loves me more and more.
I just long for him 'cause my life is a bore.
Our way of loving doesn't feel like a chore.
His deep love always what makes me soar.
Our lives slowly intertwine into a new lore.
My deep love ensures his heart's never sore.
Têtes
Je vois, Aristo, que tu les as mis à l'épreuve
Alors qu'ils se battaient entre eux dans les rues
Tu t'es gavé de gâteaux somptueux et de pains raffinés
Alors que les enfants de cette ville n'ont pas à manger
Tu peux acheter leurs âmes malades avec une pièce d'or
Mais tes richesses ne suffiront pas à te purifier de tes péchés
Et ne pense pas pouvoir échapper à la justice
Quand la révolution en marche commencera
Ta corruption s'est propagée comme un cancer
De la Nef jusqu'à la Reine
Alors tu peux compter sur ton rendez-vous
Quand viendra le temps de rencontrer notre Madame Guillotine
HEADS
I see, Aristo, you have put them to the test
As they fight among themselves in the streets
Gorged yourself on lavish cakes and fancy breads
While the children of this city, have not to eat
You can buy their sicken souls with a gold piece
But your riches aren't enough to clear your sin
And don't think you can run a hide from justice
When the revolution on it's way, begins
Your corruption, has spread just like a cancer
From a Nave all the way up to The Queen
So you may count on keeping your appointment
When it's time to meet our Madame Guillotine
Lifelong longing of mine you are,
Highest art, heart divine you are.
Not even for a second far,
In every cell supine you are.
My treasured gift forever green,
Mirrors vouch, how genuine you are.
All world willing is to confess:
What wonderful design you are!
To my fond dreams a moonlit night,
And night that lets moon shine, you are.
Love potion, thirst and quench you are,
Pub for which the parched pine you are.
What else? My lifelong sole shoulder
Upon which to recline, you are.
_______________________
Ghazal |15.07.2025| love, desire, life
Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge)
"Stares upstairs..
Angels’ weeing above..
Be a good chap..
Show some love bruv..
Turn off the tap..
*****
No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge..
Parched sandbag phalanxes..
Ranks marching in flanks..
Arching across busted banks..
Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks..
**********
Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith..
Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth
Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief..
Mischief rashly unfurling…
Brashly whirling beneath.
Bawdry..tawdry thief...
******
Baffled..can't they see...squiffy South D in a jiffy downed..
Snaffled..drowned and raffled to the sea..
Don't they care...iffy white caps slaps..won't perhaps spare even sniffy..
Snooty..spiffy St Clair..
****
This rain ruckus.. pluvial palaver...
Whichever not whatever...
It totally sucks..
Planet forever in..
Fluvial flummoxed flux..
Tis rather lovely weather..
Though for Dunedin's ducks.."
There is a wish,
At least,
At last.
When none are left.
And none,
Were ever right.
Though thought,
And worry
Hurried them;
When
There was,
Everything against.
Now we wish for more
And more,
Of less and
Less.
And with what's left,
The Freedom to do the right thing.
Going door to door of every store.
Applying more and more and more.
Nothing is happier than knowing our existence
We are born with a purpose
Life isn't here for nothing
Life is shared like a leaven bread.
Nothing is happier than knowing the right person
Knowing is like swimming the ocean floor
Excavating the ground for ore
Connecting someone for happiness.
Nothing is happier than knowing yourself
Knowing is like looking glass self
Showcasing skills and talents to all
Knowing to love and to be loved.
Nothing is more happier than knowing God
Acknowledging that everything we have are all His
We came from dust and dust we go back
All life, beauty and affluence all because of Him.
She's so sensual, very endowed
That rare body shape, a thing I can't explain
So confident, I like her confidence
Very unique moves, as she walks
Can't take my eyes of her
She's so alluring and captivating.
I have to follow her, wherever she goes
Until I get a hold of her and her information
Never let opportunity pass me
She's all I've been wishing
My perfect type of woman
You need to see and talk to her
Only then you can testify about her beauty.
She just gave me attention
She's already entertaining me
She's all I want, so I'll do anything
She got the vibes, as we vibe together
She keeps giving me green flags
She likes what I like, dislikes what I dislike
She's my type and she say I'm her type too
She's now my queen and I her king and more.
Once and twice and more
would I chance love until death?
When thou art more than me
so wise as wild roots across fields
watching approaching winter shaking
the darling buds of May?
-- i am empty
but hearing the chorus of angels
as summer's lease hath short a day.
Man and Woman. Two unto one.
love and hate and fear by life
we know when eternal lines to space
and time grows.
To those who see -- they can breath
and as long as Souls of Love see,
this gives life to thee!
:: 04.07.2023 ::
I am a little concerned about my poetry,
Does it make me a narcissist
When I wax lyrical, it is about me.
I write what I think,
I write what I say,
I write about MY Life
And how was My Day
I write about My Family
I write about My Friends
Mine Me I, it never ends.
My thoughts, Opinions, My point of view.
My ills and ailments get a good airing too.
My cares and worries are all there to see,
Is this the reason I write poetry?
Narcissism screams from every page
Does this overused word get worse with age?
I sincerely hope not, as I am as ancient as can be.
Am I a Narcissist? No, not ME!!
Her spirit lingered for days,
wandering around the hospital
visiting her friends, making small talk
Some heard, others thought she was a mosquito
spirit returned to Room 119 often, to check on body
Body was having a difficult time
Chest rattle said it was time to go
Body would not give up
Spirit was hoping hospice would come in
Morphine! Spirit yelled, and lots of it
Body relaxed at last, releasing spirit into the next journey
It is amazing how you can write poems
centered on a particular subject. Here
goes.
Horn COVID Haiku
were educated
COVID can be negated
then we celebrated
a raker of dough
about COVID always know
away we should throw
we will need some gas
have found COVID in the grass
found by some big brass
when we took a poll
use COVID for birth control
on us takes a toll
times were looking bleak
COVID caused dead bodies to wreak
shots must try to seek
what if we will croak
COVID caused us to be broke
no joke had a stroke
went on the double
COVID had caused much trouble
had to burst his bubble
was perfectly clear
we will not want COVID here
God made it disappear
should have unloaded
was COVID that exploded
always avoided
what had been exact
COVID trouble does attract
so we should subtract
prayed to God above
COVID did kill a poor dove
out window we should shove
time we are biding
COVID destroyed by Biden
now have glad tiding
in church we cherish
prayed for COVID to perish
had been night mareish
we must be up front
COVER here never will want
a Trump stupid stunt
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