I’ll fib to you to keep your gaze fixated on me, force a laugh to keep you daff just so i can have a bit of you.
Categories:
daff, anger, first love,
Form: Rhyme
Mama Kangaroo has raised a snowflake boy.
Get out of the pouch she says; and he says “oy?”
You are old enough now to go off on your own.
He does not leave his nest, tucking in with his phone.
Cut off his minutes, the other mamas sternly say.
But he is her only living baby, and she likes things his way.
Maybe just one more year, she says with hope, a bit daff.
Behind her back, they discuss her reluctance and laugh.
She ends up holding Junior until he is way too big.
He falls out of the pouch daily, and he’s big as a pig.
The other mothers have had six more babies now.
But she is still lugging junior around and he is a sloth cow.
Categories:
daff, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Loving them, despite the lies, despite the tears;
In spite of horrors, nightmares, fears.
We sing and laugh during our beginnings
Then fire the daff who helped our winnings.
Lay in wait, we cry, we take
Till we just can’t take no more.
They spin unholy tales and name the love they make
In the belly of their contaminated whore.
Survival, dear, who hears our cries, our lonely sighs?
The nights are full of longing.
Miss the good times, miss the bad,
Tearful slimes, make up songs. Sleep.
Get laid.
Miss the whore, we miss the madness.
Somehow we find time to clean the blade,
The weapon used to rid the badness;
The bloody, killing knife we keep,
We made.
Categories:
daff, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
predicated on verb hose noun sense
with brain matter makes me astute
and this union with the trappings
of virtual reality tub boot
would be akin to heaven
within the domain of this atheist - ole coot
whose purr add ventures scripting verse
sit aisle feeble rhyme with no reason
moost definitely hi yam not terse
aye speculate yar facial reaction
(understandably) would be
toe step from this purse
son i.e. Daff Punk Matthew Scott Harris
when ma time to ride luxuriously
in a plushly jeweled hearse
carrying thigh cremated ash
disagrees with me credo, ethos,
faith no more much less brash
since be yen entombed
in a coffin resistant to crash
vis a vis atoms either
forcibly split (divorced)
or tum marry in a shotgun flash
(fission or fusion respectively)
exhausts precious natural race horses
cruelly whipped
stinging fresh fielded gash
where putrescent hide of Equus resembles hash
sheesh, how in the of Judas Priest
did hie veer off into the least
common denominator,
which absolute value increased
the totally tubular confusion
into a worthless jumbled gobbledygook feast.
Categories:
daff, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Epic
Ignorance of self
and God within yourself;
Separates man from God.
Those who benefit from your ignorance
Separates you from your earthly..
wealth.
Categories:
daff, meaningful, spiritual, wisdom,
Form: Haiku
Clowns
There once was a real scary clown
Wore neither a smile nor a frown
Just a scowl and a stare
Guaranteed kids he’s scare
Without even making a sound
I was scared of all clowns as a kid
When I saw them I went and hid
The red hair and red nose
And the baggy old clothes
And the terrifying things that they did
A pie in the face or a squirt
Slapstick that looked like it hurt
Be they grinning like mad
Or painted quite sad
My eyes I would have to avert
I hope that you don’t think me daff
But when I hear a way too loud laugh
I quick look around
To make sure there’s no clown
I’m not scared to death, just to half
Categories:
daff, childhood, fear,
Form: Limerick
My cousin from Britain wanted the American experience... (I gave her a Twinkie)
Some bloke on Facebook said I was dum and I mailed him a dictionary
I ran out of tissues watching Titanic... (I guess laughter does birth a river)
The Queen went to the loo after a game of poker... (safe to assume that she had a Royal Flush)
A girl whispered seductively "I'll be counting the minutes until you return". The fool pointed out she could use a clock instead.
There's no such thing as a self-centered midget... (how could he ever climb such a high horse?)
I posted a picture of scotch broom and my uncle said "Of gorse it is!"
My cat ran to the river and was never found again... (must have been the cattails)
I never thought I'd stoop to botany jokes, but it's always nice to have a daff
Categories:
daff, humorous, cousin,
Form: Free verse
THE VIRGIN’S NIGHT FEATURES
Oh virgin’s night features I dearly love
As a companion for my noble peace,
Then, loneliness a prey out of my globe,
For her altar to bless me with a kiss.
Lost by day but you a philtre in my night;
Daff the light for the milky sight in whole,
As thou undress before the canstick light.
Inclip me your haunt on my wooden couch
For thou art now good taste on my soft skin,
With a thought I step blind in your real touch,
“Oh, she’s just a pucelle in white so skinny.
Let me offer thee aegis as treasure,
To make me wow thee with love as pleasure
Categories:
daff, girlfriend-boyfriend, me, night, me,
Form: Sonnet
Into the wicked Garden plucked by pedophiles
Trimmed by wieght loss
Behold, Daffodiles sprout in least theories
Their drama is the same act
Carrying around a weed that kills
Daff? Do you have an unspoken attraction to off- balanced sprouters
Can't control their seeds, so they're left growng contradictions
Of contradictions begets stereotypes
Wine so sweet, It's better with sin
Munching with the cannibals
Mid-days are spent in indulgences
Periwinkle blue skies and twilight summers
The Garden will stay bloom by bloom,
Flourish with fatigue are the gentle and pure
But the Wicked Garden will always be in spring
Summer to our youth
Winter to the old
Categories:
daff, visionarygarden,
Form: Free verse
I stand over them and laugh
Those poor fools
In those minds they writhe, choke, gasp
Subjects of my rule
And I cry "Behold, thy fate!
In where dost thy sanity lie?"
And now they cannot escape
From their own questions, what, when, and why
I raise my arms, the waters rise
I stretch them forth, the waters crash
My poor subjects are crushed beneath the tides
Wiping away their souls in a flash
Then I begin to laugh and twirl
That twisted dance and menacing laugh
But suddenly, everything begins to swirl
What is wrong? Have I gone daff?
A portal opens before me
It quickly pulls me through
It felt as if I could never be free
And I knew not what to do
But finally, fantasy is cast aside
As I found myself on my bed
A few books lay by my side
And a ceiling fan overhead
I look again at the place
Where my soul had rested so long
Still, only dust and empty space
Remains where that troubled soul belongs.
Categories:
daff, depression, loss, sad,
Form: Rhyme