A handful of dirt
A grubby old pot
Of what, for to show it off
Gives purest witness.
Child-like, is out-smiled
Of a flowerhead.
As sweet that, and as tender.
Fairest graciousness.
Must you wound me?
Deviled dogs of Satan's lot
holding me upon raging seas
mouths garbled with sinful froth.
And must you pull my cloak?
Grubby nailed hands grasping
clambering upon my limbs.
Must you torment me?
Foul horned beasts sneer
with glee to fell a wall
that shall not fall.
greedy grubby grabby grimy grainy grim reaper
was angry with his wife, a wild woman on Thursday
He decided to break some rules and be a window peeker
We must report that many did not escape his wrath that day.
They say who lives, or dies
and what is the truth or lies.
That is what you voted for
they say, so don’t be sore
when, one day, you can’t drink beer
and you’re in jail for being dear
all your friends are scared to speak
because, they say, you are a freak.
And all you did was post on X
not even something, sordid, sex
but you just disagreed with them
they say, and now condemn
you as right-wing
whichever way you swing
for they don’t care or hear.
They say they know just who you are;
they tell that by your car,
what you eat, your zip code;
the car that’s just been towed.
You will do time for what you say
for free speech only goes one way
and you said something they don’t like
You dirty, grubby little tyke.
Gabby wailful goes wane
Gassy wagtail
Gruff white-livered
Grudging walleyed
Grubby wanton
Grouchy warlike
Great weasel
Gross-out wicked
Grizzle whiney
Going in will-o'-the-wisp
Going with his big baby
Rise and shine,
Know you are Divine,
You get to draw the line,
Let your heart and mind align,
Feel your energy intertwined,
Within all of your design.
Love is the light you shine,
Finding your way through the dark,
Your spark turns into a flame,
Lighting a fire to this game,
Life will never be the same,
Living free of guilt and shame,
I AM renaming my reality.
Reflecting what I wish to see,
I AM Shining so brightly,
Spreading love excitedly,
Showing it to everybody,
WARNING, It gets muddy,
Downright grubby and dirty,
And no matter how much it hurt me,
My reward Becomes eternity.
Hitchhiking by blurred station generic
Gypsy Flora slips anonymous, gravel
Grinds her heart of garbage, barbaric
Buried skeleton stirred, further travel
Ticket to Keep It Secret
Scarred in fish guts grubby, harbour
Heaves its putrid out to sea, amnesia
Avails an arbour over bleak macabre
Mutineer hurled ragdoll dumb, seizure
Saline dreams Dali delirium
Draped clock face, Flora's flailing coma
Collides with shore, format felicitous
Ferocious ocean spews sweet soma
Segued fortunate Flora duplicitous
Digs over fingers scratching
Sea sparks zesty spirit, crystal clairvoyant
Clavicle thrummed during tumble turquoise
Touched pitching ceiling, delight buoyant
Blackened flotsam, frivolous foam destroys
Destined to nest content
29th March
Redefined
Many years ago, there was an envious man
lurking in John Lennon's Garden.
Disillusioned- dirty -confused.
John came out of his mansion and chatted with him for a bit.
Explaining that he was just an ordinary bloke.
Who wrote songs and was nothing special.
John invited him in for a bite to eat.
The man dined with the Lennons and seemed at peace.
"Imagine", treating a grubby waif like a king.
generous Gus, Greystone’s glaringly green goblin glided into the glades.
giving Ginny Graceful, a gruesome ghoul a glimpse of glorious shades.
gary, Gryffindor’s ghost glared at them; for where was his grubby gratuity?
goblin and ghost, goaded Gary, giving him grief about Glue city.
grandiose grisly girl-free graphic arts gleefully featured the grimy three.
Gladly giving grotesque features in the glade’s next grimy graphic glossy.
diabolical Denise denied doing deliberate dastardly deeds
easily evacuated energy and excitement from everyone
forewarning frantic free-wheeling freemasons from
giving grubby grimy greedy Denise a gratuity.
I saw it there and stopped for a while,
perched dainty at the top of the pile
of crockery, grubby, crazed and old
at the yard sale, waiting to be sold.
A teacup; white dots on baby blue;
the same my mother would sip her brew
of pale Earl Grey, in her Sunday best,
though only on days we had a guest;
usually her mother, my gran.
On matching plate, a strawberry flan
they ate, poured more tea, smoked cigarettes
talked about their woes and rising debts.
Other times, the cups were put away
in a glass cabinet, on display.
My sister and I would take them out
pour pretend tea from the teapot’s spout.
We always thought our mother didn’t know
she did; we found out a while ago.
“How much for the old blue cup,” I say
“ten cents,” he said, took it right away.”
Into the pantry, vanilla stash,
Into the cake, vanilla splash,
Take a swipe at the mixture, no matter how high the stake,
HEY, get your grubby finger out of my cake,
Spoon once, spoon twice, spoon 3 times, then more,
Into cake tins, I count 4,
Into the oven, two at a time,
Set the timer, wait for it to chime,
Out of the draw the oven gloves come,
Out of the cake tin, hardly wasting a crumb,
For a long time, on a cake rack it cools,
But now it's time to get my icing tools,
Into the pantry, vanilla stash,
Into the icing, vanilla splash.
Sometimes poets tell a story
Sometimes they leave you guessing
The writing is cathartic
Like slowly melting snow.. de-stressing
Look closer and you'll find a muse
The Irish poets used them
Or maybe just artistic views
From paupers shoes to diadem
Who knows where inspiration can be found
From bland to fleeting moment
Where grubby urchin can be crowned
The pauper turning solvent
Life's circus has it's highs and lows
Sometimes up, then down
We want heroic. Lion tamer..
But ending up being clown
A poet's lot is heartache
A poet's lot is joy
We pour out hearts so wordy;
Grammatically deploy
A cavalcade of inner love
A waterfall of pain
It's time to stop, I know it is but
This circus rides again
My dearest hot shower
You mean the world to me
You cleanse both body and mind
Always wake me up when sleepy
You warm and soothe my aching bones
At times wash away my tears
You let me sing my heart out
Without hands over ears
In times of sickness
Your warmth helps heal
In times of sorrow
A warm cuddle l feel
When grubby from a days hard work
Or salty from the sea
You take the situation in hand
Washing the dirtiness from me
When l am freezing cold and reluctant
To come and visit you
You continually beckon me
Until l see your point of view
You make me feel clean and fresh
Comforted and renewed
I love and need you in my life
Dearest hot shower….I could never live without you!!
grumpy grumbling grungy gregarious gremlin Greggory
gratefully grasped grainy grandma’s green grapes in glee
greathearted Gretchen greeted greenhorn grim-reaper with gee
grinning, groovy, grown grandson growled among grimy greenery
grandiose grim-reaper granted gratuities and graves gracefully,
grubby? Gruesome? Graphic? Gruff too Grandparents greedily agree.
gruff, gripping, grotesque, gratifying gravestones, grandiose in glee
grumpy grumbling grungy gregarious gremlin Gregg no longer will be.
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