The first time I saw you - there -
Sophisticated, warm-blooded,
And for a kiss, you blubbered -
Barbary lipped, presenting the bill.
If I'd snuggle up, you'd cover me in fur.
Coo-ee! A real little nest egg,
Said you had it all laid out -
Liar!
Paid me up the river,
Rule of the rudder,
Waddling off -
As though your feet were webbed.
Then, as the tide ebbed -
More of me bled.
Keep your platitudes, Platypus!
Categories:
blubbered, abuse, adventure, animal, corruption,
Form: Ballad
Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price
Soups and soft food is all he can now eat
But he fancied something that is more sweet
Poured treacle in a large cup
Then quickly drank it all up
Feeling sick, vowed he would never repeat
He felt very hot and started to fret
From every pore he was pouring with sweat
He went outside to cool down
Some wasps where flying around
And saw his body as a sweet object
He screamed loudly, hollered, blubbered and cried
As the wasps were all stinging him with pride
His body grossly swollen
And dignity now stolen
Wished instead gone for a horse and cart ride
14.09.23
Categories:
blubbered, body, fate, insect,
Form: Limerick
Somewhere in the wilderness,
Among the barren deserts,
And under the swarthy clouds
Lie the dilapidated destination
Of a poor homeless rebel,
Victimized unmercifully to fall
Like a drop of rain waited long!
There is a burning sand,
Perforating his bootless heels
With each prick eat up and engulf
The rest of blood from his dry veins
And does challenge his undanted will
Not to subdue and fall in subjugation
Before the sway of mighty domination.
He stays unabated in his determination,
With every sigh sobbed and blubbered,
Every sweat evaporated from his flesh
And every voice raised like Rustum's war cry
That shall crumble down powerfull states
And teaches the lessons of sufference to the foe.
Categories:
blubbered, care, change, conflict, courage,
Form: Epic
She hurried on slowly
Behind my footsteps
Now smiling
Now anxious
She hurried on
Into the dark tunnel
I sensed her presence
Her charm, pervading
I steeled myself, longing
Sensing her beauty
I trudged on
Defying the senses
My memory
Clogged thus with defiance
My weary feet
Tethered to my race
My thought- sullied
I tripped and fell
She, beside me, whispered
‘I’m sorry about that, pretty face!’
‘I love you,’ I blubbered.
‘Welcome to my lips.’
That innocence
That was my virtue
Now seemed incongruous
That flicker sent ripples
Of jollity, soothing:
The magic of chance kisses!
Categories:
blubbered, kiss,
Form: Free verse
She colored my eyes red
She's broken, filled with dread
She looked into my eyes
Through glass that made a disguise
And cried me a solemn lullaby
When I said hello she said goodbye
She took my hand in hers
She healed the scars of spurs
She held onto me, her song
Of loneliness, far too long
I look into those eyes
And see through the red disguise
See through the shattered glass
Through the blubbered mass
She colored my eyes red
Her soul striving, her body dead
But living all the same?
Confusion is her name
Categories:
blubbered, depression, fear, imagination, loss,
Form: Couplet
What I find pointless are some words we speak
Like isotope, calamity and wretch
Wandering through a meadow of steel
I see the cold field outstretch.
And upon the bottom of the left side’s right
The top begins to bend
A sight so ghastly, grisly and pure
That no one could portend
When the clock tics slowly to 25 o’clock
When the seas’ waves crash no more
Against the November rainy sky
The ground will hit the floor
And resound around, around and around
‘Til there is no sound in the dell
And the spiky clouds swell high in to the sky
Through the heart of the pimpernel
So the reason without scorn
And the thought without a glance
To the occasion, rise to meet the ire
Expressing words that are absurd
They interrupt the blubbered bird
To the point where it begins to sound dire
But don’t you fret or worry
for the answer you will find
is in the meaning of the words left yet to speak
And if less is to the point then the point is to the less
And the very meaning changes, oh mystique!
Categories:
blubbered, imagination, on writing and
Form: Free verse
Somebody’s stolen her knickers
They were left out to dry in the sun
Why were they so cruel and heartless
Was it done out of spite or for fun
Pink panties, purloined by a weirdo
Did they do it for some sort of dare
Surely they knew, like most of us do
That these were her solitary pair
We watched as she sat down and blubbered
We felt for this big bonnie lass
And then all as one “what is to be done
To cover her huge naked ass”
So we all put in money to buy some
A pair that were pretty, yet strong
But with knickers that size, you will not be surprised
That all we could get was a thong
When the undies were duly presented
She accepted, with style and with grace
And the smile of her **** was only surpassed
By the smile we could see on her face
Categories:
blubbered, funny, smile,
Form: Rhyme
BUMMER
The last sad day of June my true love said goodby
She packed a bulging overnight
and baked an apple pie
We had a hearty dinner then
but scarce a word was uttered
The steak was tough as shoe leather
stale bread left unbuttered
I asked her for a farewell kiss
her eyelids how they fluttered
“I shore shore shore will miss ya, Bess.”
I blubbered and I stuttered
She paid my sadness little mind
but scooped an apple with her spoon
I watched the juice run down her chin
while mentioning our honeymoon
“Oh, Bess, we had such happy days
remember all the golden hours?”
She winced right smart and spit a gob
“This apple pie is SOUR!"
Categories:
blubbered, life
Form: Free verse
Tweedle dum and Tweedle de,
are in this verse, I hope oh gee,
Queen of hearts had a some where part,
An the tin man blubbered he? ………Did he?
So falling down this plurry hole,
she found a lunatic, not quite whole,
he had a silly sort of grin,
she found n left him in a bin,
he then went on the dole. (Unemployment )
So poncing down the local path,
Alice saw and seen the lucid wrath,
Of sweetie the Queen of Hearts,
Or was it tarts, Queen Tartly.
Cos she’d seen better days.
Did I ever read the book?
Not likely old chook?
for Debbie's go ask Alice contest
Categories:
blubbered, adventure
Form: Rhyme
Wretched twits and ****
ticks flesh and
the rest
stuck trapped in mesh
blubbered blood
pretty ones drown in mud
no hair no lice
it's fun smile
young one
this is life
it wont happen twice
Categories:
blubbered, life
Form: I do not know?