Best Cos Poems
You are so tense,
cos you are so tender
Deep inside
into the melody and structure of your soul
which as a sort of translucent musical instrument
away to be fine tuned
and there’s no one else that will do
the way you do,
you will get the hints, to help you
but the final part, of your soul tuning
is up to you.. and your body senses
and no excuses
cos they help in no way
and no somebody’s else dullness or smartness
but your own flamboyant self
regardless of inexplicably shiny shadows
loosing the pace but never in forgiveness
to the piety succumbing filth of bloodthirsty altars
so think of millions of lost and found pieces
in radiance never to be completed
but always on their way
to revoke your peaceful saturation
to the one and one, or the other, but never yours
sincerely and kindly
peaks above peaks
with the coldness getting under your skin
chill of hanged love
creeping though hardly breathing
peak above peaks
master Kethmandu.
I’m the tallest
cos there’s rocks and rocks,
been thrown my way
so I could stand them up
and use the newly acquired high...
high altitude vocation to do
some power and maintenance
outspoken turbulence
as if ...in life we die
Endurance is a golden key
which opens many doors
are the passages to and from
where we will
are meant to
or want to
some of them are only to be opened
and never ever closed but less clearer
some of them by being
looked inside and closed forever
and ever to be fueled
with the greatest mysteries
that sprouted in a shroomy way
hideously laughing round
unfolding themselves, .. to him
to his overwhelming feeling
of achievement, of real work done
by a real mastery right hand
in the right sphere
under the lamp post
of collisions between
aversion and curiosity.
Oh my she has that look in her eye
Means something nasty is going to happen to me
Gives me a biscuit and tells me I’m a good girl
The fur on the back of my neck starts to curl
Come along Tilly she said it’s a shower for you
All because I rolled in fox poo
Collar is off, towels at the ready
I looked her straight in the eye and said
I had one last month. What do you think you’r at
I am not some poncey dog or a fluffy cat
I am a brave Boxer Girl with a bark like a rottie
Scares people to death think it’s so funny
So here I stand all over a quiver
The water nice and warm I will try not to slither
Wow smelly shampoo come on now why do you bother
Rather smell of fox poo will just roll in another
Can’t understand humans why they get so uptight
Cos I rolled in fox poo is that not alright
You soak in a bath and smell of flowers and things
You think that’s alright , well I think Fox poo swings
The words keep forming
The fingers typing
The sense of our thought
sharing
the dog's bark was a ferocious sound
the man stood motionless ..should he run or wait
imagining the jaws that would seal his fate
the window half open was a chance to escape
stood motionless….. his brain went into overdrive
resisting the urge to run…. to survive
under his arm was his calling card
a box of milk tray for the lady,… they say
sent with a kiss, as he goes on his way
the lady sleeps on, oblivious to the scene just played
wondering, who was the secret santa this time
as she munched, each layer, tasting more sublime
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penned 30 december 2018
Speed through the corner, hear the tyres scream!
I'm alright, I'm a man, I'm alright, alright I am!
Car's going too fast - but still, point's got to be made!
I'm alright, car's alright, 'cos it's been driven by me and I'm a man!
Ponce in sports car needs to know
He's been beaten by me 'cos I'm a man! And I'm alright, alright I am!
Couple of pints down, here we go, another one for the road? Well, who's to know?
Stupid woman got in the cars way!!!
She's not alright, she's got to fight! She's dying now......she'll die today!
Police officer asks me why did this happen this way?
'Cos I'm a man, with an ego, I am. Trying to impress my mates, now a subject of hate!
'Cos I'm a fool who broke the rules, 'cos I'm a murderer - that so ain't cool.
Quest be, will we exist ... 'tis hit or miss
be of a lifetime. I gave no degree
of my retractions that constants amiss
my seeing yon desk an intimacy
be measured as the worth of passages.
A ponderous virtue partook a smile
that placed atop lap held, arched assuages,
instantly noted, that after a while,
what had parted yon me cannot have gone
unnoticed, mainly, in closeness to me.
I barely moved; could one part day from dawn.
A book was returned, oh my, could it be?
Not lap or arched back, he stares at the floor,
torn mind as a book sits unfound once more.
Life as a chameleon takes the colour of my body
Most times I like to burn in the paunch of a sea
The last time I sat on a leaf I learnt how to carry the universe on my shoulders
Cos life as an asylum for things we don't know;
Makes an elephant escape the eye of a needle
Leaves a hole punctured in the eyes of the sky
Today you name your body after a flower and tomorrow it tastes like a damaged song
Cos here; on the head of the ground, there are no rules to happenstance
All you have to do to jump a river is to check your body — to say we weigh differently when suspended in the air;
And say when I reach the age of my father I still won't wear his shoes
Cos I have a very small foot and this journey is different too
Warm the blaze to a glow from whence we came,
send signs and wonder, Lord, from Bethlehem.
Since childhood, they're loyal, beloved friends,
felt stuff ain't right, their love for him transcends,
All through the night, this next part is crucial,
trace that flawed vessel and its removal.
'Tis a blessing having this headstrong doctor,
him a self-murder, brought on the copter
he's convinced our son strongly has a chance,
ahh, I found it, right here I need to lance,
controlled prime blood vessel, quick solution,
the bleeding has stopped, need for diversion
veins strangling the heart, dear God make it free,
as the blade searches ... for the life of me.
Palindrome Poem...Reverse Verse about our Perverse Universe
(flip gravity.. what goes down must then come up - sorry..read down then back up)
"In this place we all call home
Monstrously Machiavellian
Doesn’t have to be
Islands of strangers
Ominously Orwellian
Tribal totems & talismans tome
Demagogic
Or
Pedagogic logic
Instead could still see
Rangers free from dangers roam
Embraces spaces for all races & faces
Riffs not tiffs with what ifs
Fracking probe..ransacking the globe
Attacking our cerebral lobe
Saluting high falutin polluting.. evolution?
The earth burns as it turns..on its axis
Heed the greed creed..poleaxes
Pay your taxes?
Plead to feed those in need
One man struggles while another relaxes
The solution…revolution?
Oceans just toxic potions
Due to noxious notions
Wary of the lairy scary Dairy Fairy
Much as I try.. won’t lie
Can hear that guy..Jamiroquai cry
Emergency on planet earth!
Red herring or derring do or die
Demonstration or veneration of deforestation
Placards do the hard yards versus lanyards
Deny or defy.. scorched turf?
What’s it worth?
Torched by the debauched
Wince..since birth a serf?
Log in to your singed noggin
They’ve binged..impinged
In the middle of a fiddle & diddle riddle
Damn it this is our planet
Taking the piddle
Avarice hubris bliss
In this place we all call home"
Why cant life be different sometimes?
Its always the same. .
The same situations..
Over and over and over again. .
Realisation and repetition. .
It comprises nothing but a beginning and an end,
But both are the same,
Cos its never different,
Its always the same. .
Some life this is.
Per drawn orphic sight, a ringed rainbow moon.
Feather swims in a vagrant squall, plummets,
burden bobbing outstretched like some mushroom,
spirals expel rippled waves pirouettes.
Aurora whisper opportune saffron,
forge balms beam strands to aerate crown's vastness,
errant gasp caught in raptured mist, lissome
Brief rain on lain shape of the gods vanish.
Pristine manna with a sigh midst hollow,
steep in prismatic poise purged euphoric.
Voice guides dulcet zephyrs to arousal.
Imagery caprices waft chimeric.
Vesper, yon the zenith of Terra's, take,
occasions a sign as moonglade o'er lake.
Divided droplets formed handheld mirth tames,
for they beheld Earth in their gentle fall,
like stars drop the night, all is heavens call,
know their named true, they'll climb make good their claims.
American Beauty Rose, blossoms art
exhaustive, and as there's none to question
thou hast finds that clear a room's impression,
thus, to heaven astir, shines through your heart.
Lily, my dearest, how befitting of
names of one who vigils cemeteries.
Thy reach of yourselves from commentaries,
'tis naught ours but be thine, think of thee, my love.
Thy tendril's secrets aire are more sublime
Forget-me-not thy scent hast taste of time.
To frigid-freed heartbeats, lover's behalf,
of mindless blind mute who came from Flagstaff.
Clueless inceptions nebulously grow,
Godsend occasion leaves the dark to glow,
sparks the light of life mimic frames of minds.
Emotions indulge past regret unwinds,
intricacies of distinctions arcane.
Scattered, detached, night candle burns the stain,
shatter separateness as divisive.
Emphases realized as decisive,
conceived borders we being inherits,
everyone shares their respective merits.
Douse not our embers, but keep strong our flame,
warm the blaze to a glow from whence we came.
Torn mind as a book sits unfound once more.
Overcast sky blotch caring Sun's warmness,
diffuse confidences a dawn's full bliss,
consolidates a desolate soul's lore,
their brief days of an annular old rune,
the fading of yesteryears contemplates,
the life of a destitute heart pulsates,
the same as a wayward blizzard in June,
sensed separation dwarfs active favor,
downcast eyes eclipse the mood as fear grows,
lost souls dragged into mounds of drifting snows,
spoils the realm of an endless December,
masterpiece frozen framed pictures hell,
be of Dante's Inferno where Satan dwell.
As the sun sinks past a white picket fence,
still, toils an ingrained meaning all had sworn,
past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught sense,
prostrate souls taxes, lain of blood-stained worn.
Behind atoned stones built by measured hands,
preserves naught abandoned lead their resolve,
strengthen the talents, challenge tyrant stands,
conquered presumption masque as they evolve.
Since childhood days, artlessness goes caprice,
it sparked this wayward inaneness they craved,
grip naught like festering mid-shadowed peace,
tarnished stoked o'er wars honor of the brave.
Life's freedom o'er all harmless they bestowed,
absent of pride -- gave their lives ... those they owed.