There’s a fairy going round who does hair transplants in the night
She does them while your sleeping so you wake with quite a fright
I have no gripe with transplants so don’t think that I’m a moaner
But could I be recipient… and not the bloody doner!
Categories:
doner, fairy, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Dedicated to My Son, The Bedtime Kissy-Keeper Giver
Like a virgin to stressed messes surging,
I struggled with bridges on parental ridges
when I wore both mom and work britches.
Young years adhered pleasure steered twitches
but grown changes sewed pressure stitches.
I changed to a day and night striving
female getter-doner; an energizer twit-nit
who conquered to-do lists into done bits.
I became every weekday employee,
pay postured towards green seen garnered.
I was more a get-byer than I was a
future green funds keen accumulator.
Nightly, I morphed into dinner’s meal cooker
still dressed in work time's pantyhose stress.
I dreamed of a pajama seamed frame
before next becoming a kitchen mess cleaner,
homework tutor, tub time clean scrubber and
loving night-nighttime book reader.
I found no awakes take was sweeter
than my child’s beddy-bye kissy keepers
and prayed my son’s most precious styled love
would counter the stresses that I was made of.
Categories:
doner, angst, caregiving, children, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
I'm so lost I've been searching for a maze
My wounds need a nurse and first aid
I've been trying to control the hurt and the rage
But now I'm killing off my feelings so these are my words from the grave
Don't approach me as I'm going to open my heart for a quick moment
I don't show fear, but the world is a tough opponent
I've held it on my shoulders, but now we'll see if it can hold my weight
I'll beat any obstacle and I won't allow anyone else to control my faith
My biological sperm doner died when I was 14 but I had no time for crying
That was a special moment where a kitten transformed into a lion
Giving up and suicide were in my options, But I didn't
Once someone hurts you, you'll start to feel that hug different
I don't care what you think of me
Speak amongst yourselves and leave me to have this drink in peace
Dear bartender I don't wish to talk you're not a link for me
Depression had me caged for a while but now I'm on the brink of free
Once I get there, there's no going back
Every scar of mine has a poem attached
To some these are just words on a page
But this is me killing off my feelings so these are my words from the grave
Categories:
doner, dark, death, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Christmas is nearly here
Santa is feeding the reindeer
They are getting nice and sleek
Almost ready for next week
Rudolph is checking the route
The others are feeing left out
Dasher wants to be king
Dancer would like to be able to sing
Prancer has all the moves
Vixen is polishing her hooves
Comet is learning to read
Cupid wants to be in the lead
Doner is getting too fat
Blitzen decided to wear a hat
The elves have worked themselves into a tizzy
In fact they are quite dizzy
Santa has gained too much weight
He's going to make his deliveries late
Mrs. Santa has it all under her command
And everything will be delivered all over the land
Categories:
doner, christmas, happy,
Form: Rhyme
i do not have a girl, its just no im not a phoner, i do enjoy my bread, but just no im not a sconer, i know i like to laugh, but just no im not a stoner, im invisible to girls, but just no im not a moaner. i collect just what i want, and just yes i am an owner, no one wants some more of me, so its no im not a cloner, i am only made of metal, so its yes i am a droner, do not rush me im not fast, and just yes i am a slowner. i will never change for you, so its no im not a toner, i do not care about your life, i will never be a doner, girls just look at me like scum, so just yes i am a coner, i do have lots of friends, but i will always be...THE LONER.
Categories:
doner, art,
Form: ABC
It’s Christmas Eve
And all through the house
Not a creature is sleeping
Not even a mouse
The stockings still hanging
Are empty and bare
It’s just a sign that dear Santa
Still hasn’t been there
Dad’s in the living room
All full of good cheer
And mum’s in the kitchen
Checking turkey juices are clear
The kids are all hyper
And won’t go to their beds
It must be the sugarplums
Dancing round in their heads
Gran’s in her nightie
And I’m in mine too
We’re watching Polar Express
The second time through
But out in the garden
We heard such a clatter
So we all ran to the window
To see what was the matter
And there in the darkness
Spread out on the lawn
Was dear Uncle Albert
Seven parts gone
And lying around him
Was our Christmas display
He mustn’t have seen it
And tripped over the sleigh
So now all the reindeer
Are broken in bits
And we stood at the window
In hysterical fits
No Prancer, no Dancer
No Doner, no Blitzen
Nor Comet, or Cupid
Or Dasher, or Vixen
Dear Uncle Albert
He righted himself
With some help from my gran
And a little bit from myself
We all headed inside
To turn in for the night
I snuggled under my duvet
And switched off the light
Categories:
doner, christmas, funny, christmas, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
You don't deserve the smiles
Or the I love you's at night
You don't deserve the laughs
Or the wines when the sun's to bright
You don't deserve the kisses
Or the tears of a skinned knee
You just don't deserve them
All they need is ME
You don't deserve the stories
Or pictures that you take
You don't deserve the misses
of the little hearts you break
A little time with daddy
that is all they ask
I am trying to be a good mommy
But your making it a hard task
I won't keep them from you
But if I had my way
Never again would you see them
Now or any day
But you are their father
A doner we'll just say
And time to them is presious
Their the ones that pay
Grow up little boy
Put their hearts in your head
If you didn't want to be a dad
You shouldn't have slept in my bed!
Categories:
doner, lifetime,
Form: I do not know?
Cilginim bu aksam
Hikayem yildiz omrum kopru
Bir cicek tohumu sevdam
Umide kosan gokgusagi
Ucan yildizlara selam
Yanar doner fener hayatim
Sevdam kucaklar ruyami
Zillerinde yakalasam yankisini
Ellerim uzanir yureklere bir cizgi
Yasanmis renkleri paletinde resim
Sessizliginde inancim nefesi terkedilen dost
Cilgin olsun bu aksam terkeddim ruyami biraktim kendimi
Categories:
doner, epic
Form: Free verse
Ben sensiz yabanci her sey hayatta
Durur doner canim sila tasinda.
Sorarlar yeniden nasilmiyim ben.
Yazim cizgim gururum onurum.
Aglarim arkamdan dostlar mendilim.
Kefenim nakislanmis toprak bicilmis kaftan.
Ucarmiyim umidine cocuklugum omrum ruyam.
Doganin bir yudum nefesi tinsiz hayat kuresi .
Kopursem volkan olsa ofkem yasarmiyim yeniden .
Aglarim arkamdan dostlar mendilim
Dogarmiyim senle yeniden martilarin kanatlarinda.
Acan yildiz cicek basucumda yatarim adanin sehitliginde.
Gorgemli basim hasret askima yagmur olsa bedenim kaybolsa toprakta.
Aglarim arkamdan dostlar mendilim
Categories:
doner, death, friendship, life, love,
Form: Ballade
Sokaklar sensiz terkedimis
Sakladim anilarimi sessiz
Actim yuzumu gun ruzgarlarina
Ruzgarlar yalnizligim sensiz
Eser gun hasretin oykusu
Ruzgarlar gunesin tutkunu
Saklanmis can golgede sessiz
Ruzgarlar adsiz sensiz
Sokaklar berdus sessiz
Ruzgarlar ozlemis getirir kokunu
Ruzgarlar yanar doner fener yuregim
Geceye hasret gun sokaklar
Yureyemem sensiz kulce bedenim
Anmadikca esemem kulum ruzgarlarda
Yanar doner eririm sessiz sokaklarda
Categories:
doner,
Form: Epic