I see two lovers kissing, one face missing,
a barking dog, a fallen log, a wheel cog,
a brandy glass, balloons like someone's ****
change shape when all things come to pass.
Pilgrim's progress, perspective roads, spotty toads,
a fencing match, someone smoking a pipe,
those lovers again but you're not my type,
a glass table which someone forgot to wipe.
Candy floss, pink and white, pressed together,
waiting, getting ready for stormy weather;
the sun burst thro' making golden rainbows,
leaving openings like teeth and turned-up toes.
An angel appeared to close all of the doors,
and said: 'What's mine can also be truly yours.'
A Winter's Tale
Winter revealed through my empty brandy glass
as frozen is the blue lake with the jumping bass
No singing birds fluttering across my jogging path
as nature in splendid chill vents it's wrath
The valley rests hibernating creatures safe from cold
as winter wraps man and beast in it's icy fold
Rare warmer days send joyous cheers of delight
as beauty and splendor mask the chill of night
Frozen sky above covers glaring white down below
as the wind flies coldly past singing as it blows
Moon casting dashing light upon cold barren ground
as spring hides in deep shadows waiting to be found
Season of freezing wind , rain , shining snow mourn
as time forms another nature show about to be born
Spring suddenly leaping from shadows dark and deep
as a man awakening from a long hard night's sleep...
Robert L. 05-12-2014
Come to see my web, says the spider to the fly
Am I lured into his game, no I am not, not I
Come and see my pictures, I keep them by the bed
Oh no I wasn’t born yesterday, I’ll stop here I say instead.
Would you like a big one, I look at him aghast
As he shows me a brandy glass so full it’s absolutely vast
Never walk with a man in the woods, my mum to me did say.
They try to lure you with anything, don’t listen to them anyway.
I took her advice and never sat on a sailors knee
I won’t be lured by anyone, I’m not daft I am not, not me.
My one indulgence I must admit
It has lured me into trouble and quite a bit.
The lure they use now they know, is really killing me
They only have to show me and I cannot leave one be.
Don’t let me see or have a sniff, I’m gone there is no saving me
A sausage roll my downfall will lure me out they know
They hold them out in front of me and then I’m on the go
I’m trapped into anything; just for a sausage roll
My life is now a torment, I always pay the toll
So help me please do not tempt me with this lushes lure
I want to be what my mum wants and to keep my self all pure.
The door slowly opened, he stood in the
glow of the candlelight, his shirt sleeves
rolled up, displaying his brawny arms,
he knew how she adored his arms, she
had told him often enough, the
strength, power and passion that dwelt
within them, "Brandy sweetheart?" she
asked, and offered him a glass she had
already poured, "Thank you", he replied
with a smile, quickly she side stepped
his hands as they made a sudden grab
for her, he laughed playfully, "Oh, like
that is it?" he asked, she glanced towards
the table that held centre of the room, then
looked back at him, grinning that seductive
grin, the one he found irresistible, "Playtime"
he whispered, and placed the brandy glass
upon the mantle piece.
Her look told him all he needed to know
as he made his way closer to her. The table
was adorned with linen and silk. She
backed closer to the table and pulled
a chair out saying, “Come, have a seat,
my dear.” He complied with a smile as she
then gestured to keep quiet. She never
pushed the chair back and neither did he
as she turned to him. Looking at him,
again, with a playful but sultry look, she…