Open for love, empty though
flickery dies and we seek
our blown fears
tucking them quickly back under
ground is wet and cold
and to piss u use a coin
to call and recall
all your messages hearts in
red lips and dicks
And my limbs swaying along
trumpet you play
well
Where all you people heading
there are no headliness
but headlights bidding farewell
to our nocturnal tendencies
our trembling frequencies
God has played his decks
spinning them in fatal
And you drip drop
drip drop drip drop
ceasing new opportunities
buggering posibbilities
meanwhile
bluewinged butterflye
in your eye
my face lost.
-by Jaro T
Categories:
buggering, love,
Form: Free verse
Brownie
Have a brown snake in me shed,
Been a shooting at old Fred,
Bullets bouncing all around,
Snake a dodging , whizzing round,
Shot me saddle Ned. :(
Reloaded the old twenty two,
Went to the thunderbox, fell through, (toilet over mineshaft)
Must be playing with half a deck,
Timbers caught me by the neck,
Is strangulation due?:(
Staggered out into the yard,
Tripped over a cane toad, called Marge,
Fell upon a snake so large,
So well bitten, I be dead :(
Not alive instead….
Buggering off with sickle Fred,
Deadly, dead dead dead…
Diddly..
Natalie The Rogue Rhymer
Contest Name Die A 'Fun' Death Contest
Categories:
buggering, adventure, me, old, me,
Form: Rhyme
The old bat is in the kitchen,
She is buggering shallots,
The cat in the bag is bitchin,
Cos she has the bloody hots,
She aint a getting it not.
Old bat is burning water,
The burnt rice hits the floor,
Old bat wants a daughter,
But hubby isn’t sorta,
If he oughta.
Fowls are in the kitchen,
A pecking at the rice,
Old bat has scruffed the milkman,
Who is not very nice,
But he’s wearing old spice:)
Don Johnson 2-aug-11
Hangin' in there Enter Contest [Enter Contest]
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
Categories:
buggering, adventure, old, old,
Form: Quintain (English)