Best Duvets Poems
Sunlight dictates our days somehow
Evenings speak of duvets now
People begin to cough or sneeze
Trees start to dread each single breeze
E-type says there’s nowhere to park
Mornings complain about the dark
Blackberries doubt that they’ll get picked
English sheepdog begs for a stick
Radio talks of candidates
Fake news drowns out any debate
Autumn colours each working day
Leaves demand to be swept away
Last week’s paper knew it was true
September would remember you.
Fuchsia-flecked, rhinestone-rimmed cowboy hat
Embroidered boots to match
Silver spurs—slick, sharp, shimmering
Brand new, but battered beneath
Travelled far, walking the jagged beat
Where have I been
Where am I now
Have you seen my mind
Floating in sugary bliss
From the Journey’s Inn—
A haven for friends, old and new
Veterans of domestic arms races
Comparing wounds from the endless chase
For elusive, blood-drenched euclace
Oh, the cheap whiskey
Burns brighter
Than dead desire
Where carrion birds gather
At the corpse of joy
Bottoms up
Chin chin
Let the velvet gospel begin
Mr. Depression enters
A silver slash of sorrow
Sick with his own lore
“Fancy meeting you,” he croons—cold
“Looks like you need a bitter brew to hold”
Warm whiskey winds down the throat’s hallowed hall
Rattling the rusted lock on memory’s mausoleum wall
Have you seen me before
You might recall—last week, perhaps
Grumpy, frumpy, meek collapse
My garden of grace paved over with grit
Wilted and wasted in drought’s cruel spit
Crawling through viper pits and dens of bad deeds
I felt relief
Quenching parched desire
With earned fire in a glass
Oh, the cheap whiskey
Burns brighter
Than dead desire
Where carrion birds gather
At the corpse of joy
Bottoms up
Chin chin
Let the velvet gospel begin
Two stools to sit upon
Lost boy and riot girl
Pink Lady, Velvet Gentleman
Again and again
Bottoms up
Chin chin
They laugh at the tribute band
Silly show on a slanted stage
Crooked teeth bared
Yellowed with age
Chipped by rage
Filed by fate
Two AM—wobbling down the jagged street
Holding up the night’s loose end
Keeping everyone awake
Lonely bones vibrating
With resonating lust
Urban lamps flicker
Like my wine-coloured iris
And what are dreams
When fiction splits at the seams
Weaving tapestry from fragments
Truth in forward motion
Stitching reality together
Like Casper drifting down wishing wells
Pleading, plundered, pitiful
Unseen by those untouched by sorrow
But tonight
With my fuchsia hat
And bombastic laugh
Overshadowing grief
Once poured on tap
I grab it by the gnarled neck
Shake loose threads of regret
Into useful shapes
In bedrooms with velvet duvets
Oh, the cheap whiskey
Burns brighter
Than dead desire
We stitch our sorrow
Into velvet fire
Bottoms up
Chin chin
Let the velvet gospel begin
God asked Noah to build an ark
he was happy to oblige
but he wasn't so keen
when he found out
what had to go inside
Two of every animal
then you must set sail
the animals were fearful
the whale began to wail
Even the Gnu knew
this idea would surely falter
but every beast preferred this idea
than being led by nose to slaughter
Noah followed the order
from gnat to lion to horse
this was a recipe for Pandamonium
but Noah knew this of course
Seating plans were issued
but an almighty row took place
The lion the king of the jungle
argued that he was a special case
The Queen Bee wanted second billing
while the Emperor penguin demanded a throne
while the homing pigeon panicked
at not being able to find his way home
Nightime was the worst
sleep was beyond them all
with the woodpecker continually pecking
and the gloworm lighting up the hall
The doves tried to keep the peace
as all hell broke loose
while bets were taken on who had the longest face
the horse, anteater or moose
The pandas tried to be romantic
sleep deprivation made their eyes go black
the magpies kept stealing the others duvets
and the squirrels were nuts to turn back
The elephants said they'd never forget
and they wished they packed more in their trunk
while the terrible smell that stunk out the place
was eventually blamed on the skunk
The bears awoke with sore heads
they had drunk all their supplies in one night
while the hyenas found it hilarious
at their next door neighbours plight
The crows shouted blue murder
but the bats were blind to it all
the ravens were ignored by the masses
as all they said was 'never more'
The maggots agreed it was just rotten luck
to be stuck in this mobile zoo
and every time the peacock showed his feathers
it made the pigeones coo
The badgers were set in their ways
the sheep said their wool was a curse
while the spiders got a verbal warning
for using a sows ear to weave up a purse
Finally they found dry land
the hare raced out in the lead
while the tortoise said there was more to life
than doing everything at top speed
Noah was happy that the journey had ended
and this was the end of the road
but at least one species had enjoyed the trip
the rabbit population had increased ten fold!
Traumas
of childhood
imprint the mind-
loving-kindness covers
our past
Trembling Hands,
Quivering Lips,
Glossy Eyes,
Mind In A Mess,
Shallow Breathe,
Somewhere Under The Duvets,
Somewhere Away From Bless,
Oh God Is That Your Curse,
Deeply Wishing Death,
Mouth Letting out Whimpers,
Body All Over Shakes,
Numbness Finally Takes Place,
It All Become A Hazy.
Interesting scenic sway on swabs of society.
Portrayal of high fashion. Obs and such ilk have no place in the vista of kaleidoscopic train. Of amplified sexual sway.
Changing by the eras.
What would the eighteenth century say to such displays of flesh and loutish behaviours?
At this stage in humaity peasants rule the displays of street.
Oh such rancid awe. Chewing rat nails on a sluice dump.
Oh how enticing the aroma of bin.
With a deodorant of smog the land does smile under indoctrinated senses. Whilst the ten centimetre fat black and white bug plays a happy tune and the window shines its foreboding omen to the people of Seth.
It is possible to repair seams with the water from a washed up milk glass.
Oh how the frogs laugh and party under duvets of champion cabbages. Once they swirled to the ballroom bang.
EATEN.EGG.EXTRA.ENTWINNING.ENTER.ENTOMBED.ENERGY.ENSLAVED.ENCAPTURED.ENIGMATIC.ELITE.
Pity the fool who lives by numbers
He counts his sheep while the sagacious slumbers
Imagines triangles equal or obtuse
Then numbers his thoughts by hypotenuse.
He dreams of trig and long division
Then stimulates his mind with a rhombus prism
Wet duvets caused by a linear quantify
He counts his orgasms by using pi.
Correlation coefficients make him smile
Exercises measured by the metric mile
A career built on a quadratic path
An idiotic devotion to anus numbing math.
in the city of strangers I was born and horses
knew it as the voice of the sad path
roads between my fingers befuddled the weeds
of the cross translating
the pain he had me the make-up artist of the devil,
he had black spots on white his skin he had wings of the Swan Lake but he was
ridden by the thunder
of his conscience that calls along the swallows despair
red reins of poverty that are seen and avoided as people in the Dew eat even
better together
than to ask advice about the bread that was hooked
to the moon harsh duvets and puffed
into the air through his veins from
meat and withered trees that sparkle
along the paths of storms that were cuddling on a bed of roses
The perfect night arrived in a Porsche
Stars were happy
Bright and glowing right there in the sky
With silence and ear-soothing whirling of cool remnants of harmattan escaping through the windows
Duvets were joyous of been wrapped of our soft skin
Silence was good but the partial demise of eavesdrop made it better
Four legs wrapped amidst each other with tender friction that raised the sleeping flesh to life also the arid land to moist
The journey was so intense that we didn't want to end it but couldn't wait to begin
Patiently, I drove my soft lips around her neck just for quick caress
I stole the moment to graduate to her lips
Then I found out hers were softer and deadlier
This brought her more to life but not as alive as I want her to be
Suddenly, I found the tip of tongue toggling her nipples forth and back
She grabbed my neck with passion with her eyes half closed with the pupils disappearing in the process
It wasn't a convulsion but the amusement of doing a good job
The I migrated to the sacred jungle, was it a jungle? or more of a desert with a lot of waters.... Then I woke up, It was all a dream.
Sleep is waiting outside the door.
Take a cool shower,
Put on your night dress
And join the bus.
Duvets and pillows
Have their arms widely opened
In the wait for your gift,
Of kisses and warm embrace.
Siblings
Two pictured perfect
Oh dear then came three
Mum and Dad loved each other
I am sorry but happy
They stumbled and fell with me
I had to share your room
You even had it painted
In the clinical white you have come to know
But I was just a little kid
You even had our duvets
Look like a stephen king clown horror show
I tried to stretch my arms
And inject a little artistry
My time would never really shine
I am not sure what was in our hearts
But whatever genes were injected
They're will could not reach mine
I think we all know
Something went wrong
Something along the way
But I will never hurt
Never ever, for the gift
Of being able to feel life in awe and decay
I am advertising space
For all that life
Has to shed and pour out
If it kicks me
Kisses me
Shakes me all about
I am happy to feel
Every single bruise
Every emotion cut to the very core
If a life happened
To fall upon me
When unexpected
Then the least I can do
Is it let it take from me
All it wants to explore...
Drowning in a sea of dark hoodies and unbrushed hair,
My mind turns dark, a cloud forms and haunts me,
Two sides of my brain desperate to escape my embodiment of sadness,
The bird in the cage known as my mind just wants to be set free,
I awaken in a pile of duvets with no cover,
I haven't found the strength to put them on this week,
It's as if they're mocking me and my vulnerabilty,
Nevertheless no one cares,
No one cares where i am, how i am, who i am,
My name is as much to them as water is to a tsunami,
Oh and do I summon tsunamis from the tear glands of my eyes at night,
I haul my fruitless body to the bathroom,
A place that was fond of me during my childhood,
My bed would cry for me but the bathroom floor would cry louder,
And it woudn't stop until i greeted it,
I drag myself into the shower only to feel just as unclean after,
I sit on the floor of my bathtub,
It's the shower's turn to cry now,
I am summoned back to my bed,
Home to mascara-stained and tear-soaked pillows,
I pull at my hair like the pull that constantly brings me back here,
My nails scream at me to not come for them next,
I stare at the ceiling like kids stare into a sweet shop - I never take my eyes off it,
I'm torn between wanting to be fixed or to lay here and rot away,
It's not as if my bed would let me go anyway,
It knows what the world will do to me,
I feel naked leaving the house,
Nowhere else is my home,
I'm welcome nowhere else,
No other place, no other person,
So i pass my day where I'm welcome,
Have converstaions with my ceiling,
I close my heavy eyes,
They have seen enough for today,
Sleep is the treadmill to death -
You're not going anywhere yet it's exhausting,
Depression is not a prize,
You cannot desire to have it,
Depression is not a costume,
You can't just put it on to look good,
And depression is not a weakness,
It is badge that reads "I am still here"
I'm Happy
I'm happy
happy in this dark
warm beneath warmth
in meanderings of slow music
a maze of secrets shutting and opening
as cozy duvets dropped by benevolent mothers
sinking in my dreams
limbs soaked in blue sunlit lagoons
I'm a million miles from morning
in a hundred miles of night
sometimes I see clearly
before the morning
I sometimes see the light
Early nights call upon adventurous times,
we await with our plans left to execute.
Too old to trick,
yet we pride ourselves in treats,
as we drive through silent streets
before darkness reigns.
The moon would visit every now and then,
to bare witness to our mischief on display.
We fistfight with food, whistle to trees,
surround ourselves with music,
movie dates under duvets,
as stars twinkle twinkle away.
Chosen by fate, we always travel in pairs,
whichever the location,
we colour the world however we please.
Days go by faster,
aging shall come sooner or later,
but a life worth loving, we shall live.
20 September 2022
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Mornings of great days bathe in sublime sunrise
Inspiring confidence and glowing with swathes of hope
That good tidings of a magnanimous size
Were afoot on the slope
Where sadness struts its stuff
Brandishing pessimism and nihilism
If the going went tough
In the context of sadism and cynicism
Drowning optimism
Whose pride of place I treasure
At the expense of the short-termism
Rolling in duvets of pleasure
Instead of conveying positive messages
I reserve for friends and acquaintances in my inner circle
Where together we devour sizzling sausages
Despite prospects of a potential debacle
That encircles and imprisons the vision
Which holds the key to the hermetically closed door
Behind which lies my progress provision
Which if mishandled would turn into carrion on my floor.