Best Bedstead Poems

Dear Santa,
As you may well know, 
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead, 
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up the legs so that there is more space, 
can't have...

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I awake from winters slumber
As my sap begins to flow
My buds will shortly sprout
While my limbs begin to grow

I watch the many animals
That start to come around
To some I am a gym
While others lay quite sound

The birds will make their nest
In my many boughs
The weave...

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Post coitum omne animal triste est, 

             sive gallus et mulier*

 

Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost

   Will stomach slander from Latin master;

But who will stand aside and let...

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I remember


I remember
A swallow gliding across 
The moon’s rising shadow
That falls 
At the feet of my bedstead.
I look at the glow and the raven black sky
And wonder of what’s to come.


I remember
Crashing it fell
Into a birch
Covered in snow
Crisp white snow
Sending an icy death
Across it rigor...

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I recollect we would,encircling a fire,congregate
Brew tea and pregnant stories of ancient time narrate
My grandpa would hours during nonstop preach
The inestimable merits of Dawn prayer and teach

Deserting wintry bedstead and its comfort 
Cleansing,doing ablutions and to the masjid resort
Yet would hibernate and for a while...

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Steam driven ashes and lava from volcanoes
Obscure tomorrows
Exploding from bean pods and tomatoes
Beseeching and seeking halos

Our lives require
To earn a rebirth
Inspire and inquire
Whether a new berth

Becomes of the essence
In the path the future offers
Despite the intensive care unit defence
Happiness in bloom proffers

To decrease the harm
Self...

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Her old grandmother ailing
Shortly before she lied down
Her quaver fresh head facing the wall
Her crocodile skin broke of blood vessels
She let the dying for burial

She ran away from
The old one who used to-
With a clean razor sew her forested head
Lumbering to clear the wild animal...

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I have being bitten with a poisonous sting
Causing me greater pain
Making me feel unconscious
And allowing tears flow down my cheek

I have being bitten by an unseen creature 
Causing people to mourn with me 
Causing me to have that unusual thinking
And making me cry uncontrollable

I have...

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Just belay, will you,
hook-up and just stay.
Grab a mooring,
until the break of day.
Or ride at anchor on line,
rode to sea's bedstead,
instead.
Just belay, and moreover just stay,
steadfast and sheltered, right here secure, 
with no if and buts
for up-anchor, quick-and-away lifts,
to aweigh, your belay stay
with me today....

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Hark, listen to the church bells ring
In welcome to our newborn King 
Sing in praise for the Holy babe
It was for us our Saviour came.

As never before - kneel and pray
For peace on earth this Christmas Day
Come back joyous days of yore
When hearts of gold...

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5 a.m. had surfaced
Weary I ascended from my bedstead
Keen I rose the first of many cancer sticks
to the sleek rift of my lips
Oh, how the flavor of fresh, young smoke
Knocked at the base of my esophagus
Caressing my uvula with infinitely
Unfathomable mountains of beauty...

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I dreamt I said, ‘Hullo, Fellow’ on her pink plumage pillow
When from my blue sky grew and flew a sentimental swallow
That told me to fold my arms and grow calm because it didn’t matter anymore
As the etiquette of entire episode chose to metamorphose into a...

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Just going for a BEER

Beer, Beer, what you are doing here
I thought I gave you up
But there are still two cans of you left here in the fridge

Now enough is enough
But I do though like salty peanuts
And when you seem to make it snow
I know...

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I always think of us as young
you still blooming and me too fresh
Like the time when your little body was huge
with our boy
we really rocked the cradle back then

or that time
in some cheap hotel in a scuzzy British resort

was it Skegness

When we
both a little drunk
shook...

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Starry portents twinkling in iris,
the rest was essential,
some potent tranquilizer,
was working on wrecked nerves,
in delirium one felt,
sweet honey run through nerves,
slowly to brain,
where it oozed,
as if rain,
wetting the parched,
and loosening,
the starched,
gradually links got severed,
and limbs knew not,
where one was,
and where the other,
only a blob,
rested on...

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