He’d stay for a minute and watch the sun. Then disappear like the wind… and then there was none!
He’d follow my footsteps in the snow.
He’d watch me off to work in the car go.
He’d be around at breakfast and tea time and would always get fed.
He’d patrol n the nighttime when we were in bed.
He’d come in out of the rain , warm up and have a kip then be out again!
He’d walk high the fence line to see what was ‘his’!
He’d roll around in the sun on the grass until he got himself into a tiz!
The morning deck, the afternoon deck, the greenhouse and the borders were all good for a kip.
He’d be back even after I’d taken him home.
He’s got his ‘stations’ all round the close!
He knows which way the wind does blow.
That crafty little feline friend of mine. The neighbour’s cat that lives in our garden.
Sleepless
Dogs are howling.
Cats are yowling.
Stomach's growling.
Just want a nap.
Mowers mow.
Blowers blow.
Planes are low.
Please, a bit of kip.
A fly astir .
An AC's whirr.
Roaring roadster.
Just forty winks.
Telly's off.
Party's over.
Almost aslee...
Have to pee.
-Grim
Mince Munseun and Anais Zonte' Dider
Of "Soothing Grooves" Used the
"Audacity Fix" to thrash
The Nepheliums with there manager
Dick Maddox
"Bassy" "The Axe" Kualmurphy
Lucked up with a win over
"Minnesota " Enos Eyecandy
"Spiteful"Spike Soothinjour won
Over the Wolves of Winnipeg
Using a full Nelson to make
Criss Jaw bone submitt
Soothenjours partner sat at
Ringside muzzled and chained
Due to the stipulation, making it
One against to.
"Triffling" Tripe Gulbouis v.s.
Brudda Hollis Bindwinder
Never materialized as Tripe
Was attracts before the bell and
And thrown into the audience
Where four masked men
Bested him. Boxer " Humper" Ric Dais
and wrestler Valdise Ortega came to
His aid. They grabbed the mask of
One of the masked quads revealing
Big Basil Bandez, causing a near riot
As Bandez is a member of the
Championship committee.
The main event saw
Newcomer Kip "Pretty Boy" Hossendale
Beat Contenders Champion Chatt Steamboat
In a. Scientific bout that had the fans on
There feet. Hossendale wins the title.
Mince Munseun and Anais Zonte' Dider
Of "Soothing Grooves" Used the
"Audacity Fix" to thrash
The Nepheliums with there manager
Dick Maddox
"Bassy" "The Axe" Kualmurphy
Lucked up with a win over
"Minnesota " Enos Eyecandy
"Spiteful"Spike Soothinjour won
Over the Wolves of Winnipeg
Using a full Nelson to make
Criss Jaw bone submitt
Soothenjours partner sat at
Ringside muzzled and chained
Due to the stipulation, making it
One against to.
"Triffling" Tripe Gulbouis v.s.
Brudda Hollis Bindwinder
Never materialized as Tripe
Was attracts before the bell and
And thrown into the audience
Where four masked men
Bested him. Boxer " Humper" Ric Dais
and wrestler Valdise Ortega came to
His aid. They grabbed the mask of
One of the masked quads revealing
Big Basil Bandez, causing a near riot
As Bandez is a member of the
Championship committee.
The main event saw
Newcomer Kip "Pretty Boy" Hossendale
Beat Contenders Champion Chatt Steamboat
In a. Scientific bout that had the fans on
There feet. Hossendale wins the title.
Paul and Charlotte are up in the Rocket
Paul's barking out the orders
Right Charlotte, Under no circumstances, touch that socket
Okay Paul
It’s Sir to you
Now, I’m off for a kip
You’re on watch, now skip
That’s not fair
A girl has to tong her hair
He’ll never know
Little tong and a blow
See, stupid prat
Oops, what’s that
The Rocket has stopped
Oh, Sir! Paul
Think there’s been a malfunction
We seem to be heading down the junction
You touched that socket
A black hole is taking my Rocket
In your dreams, Paul
I’m out of your orbit
You’ve done it, Charlotte
It’s bust
God, you're obsessed with getting me undressed
Put that back in your pocket
It’s my sprocket
Is that what they call it
I’m going down
Not on me, I finish at three
If I can get it back to warp five
We might get out of this alive
Are you talking about the Rocket
That thing in your pocket, the sprocket
Give me a hand
God, what don’t you understand
Take a cold shower
You’re not getting my flower
Is that the power
Oh, Sir! Paul
I’m alive
You’ve taken me to a height that’s greater
Hold on a minute
Were you not wearing trousers
When we entered the Simulator.
the chalice of need contains no poison ~ but might cause a herpes lip
scoffed the leper to the serpent ~ who was trying to sponge out a sip
the snake dissed the quip quietly ~ his tongue had already lost its tip
but was heard under his breath saying ~ how’d i end up in such a kip
I am but a twinkling cloud
Into the switching sky;
evanesce in the woods
flee with the cotyledons leaves
Swaddled among the thorny bushes.
Sank with me o dear in the forest deep.
Count the grass if you wish
Let me note it for you
Lead me to the song your memories dwell
lend my voice, and count it your own
For, you're my little heart's joy
I'll lay awake while you kip
until the dawn arrived.
I am but a Traveller
into the wild blue yonder;
I'll fly someday
one day you'll only dream of me
So sing with me the song my childhood lived
Come, dance with me today
For tomorrow is not promised
You, my little hearts joy
forever dear
forever cherished.
Friendship can prevent a blip,
By steadying the ship
And steering it clear of a rip
So it does not start to tip,
And the mate does not need to look for his whip,
With nobody needing to strip,
Do a flip,
And into the water slip,
Resulting in a broken hip,
Or a bruised lip,
That starts to drip,
Making it difficult to share a nip,
Or even one little sip,
Which gives one the pip,
And the inability to take a kip,
Until the doctor makes a snip,
That looks like a zip,
And prescribes a pill for a long trip.
We all went to Swansea
To see the University
We had a nice lunch by the sea
In a place called Langland Brasserie
And later that same afternoon
We got back to our hotel room
I settled down for a nice kip
While the girls enjoyed a poolside dip
I was having such a lovely sleep
Till sirens ripped me from the deep
Those intermittent bells so shrill
Another bloody fire drill
With bleary eyes and fuzzy brain
Got to my feet and took the strain
And feeling every aching joint
I headed to the meeting point
Not being such a sprightly fella
I filled up with a pint of Stella
For a trigger happy fire alarm
Can sap your strength and do you harm.
I took the lift back to our floor
Got to our room and locked the door,
And saw, through all these fun and games
That Notre Dame was up in flames
MY BLUE CHEESE IS BACON
Crispy, well-done with lettuce and tomato on toast
with mayonnaise or miracle whip, a touch to my lips,
but how my mind races when soggy tomato does coast
down my tongue with wobbly, undercooked slips
of gristly bacon. I try to hide my displeasure from my host
as I gregariously gag, snipping at bites, pleasure to kip.
I’ve finally washed the slippery eel down with the most
satisfying glass of milk and smile whilst crunching potato chips.
1/11/2017
Never Forgotten
Kip
So Young
So Full Of Life
So Many Hugs
So Many Smiles
If You Were Down
If You Were Sad
He Always Made You Laugh
Your Sadness Would Melt Away
Swimming In The Pound
Sparing With His Friend
Always Laughing
Always Smiling
Always Playing
No More Pain
No More Suffering
We Will Always Remember you
You Have Touched All Our Hearts And Our Lives
S ince I have been separated a year
E ventually I have come to see
L ife can be lived large, not small.
F orget about being left on the shelf.
A ctually, I now sing Alleluia.
C hoir practice I find cathartic.
T he poetry has been absolvent.
U nleashing deep hurts in haiku.
L aughter rises often, I'm cheerful.
I appreciate my friends in literati.
S kip along at work with a buzz.
A nd I am ready for any fiesta.
T hankful for this wonderful gift.
I nspiring, empowering, stimulating.
O ffering me a chance I hitherto
N ever had for self actualisation.
I recollect the dark nights, worst nights, worst days, Dem nights, black Wednesday,
My happiness that nightfall was the worst and last case I would love not to recollect,
Damn! I couldn’t kip! I couldn’t have those fantasy dreams of Mars either!
That wasn’t what I wanted or wished for neither hoped for,
Damn! I was feeble, moist, and above all, agony,
That’s when! I needed Princess #8ryan’z fingers, to fill the gaps in between mine, I got none,
That’s when! I needed soft words which shouldn’t have broken my bones, I got a few,
That’s when! I needed Orisons, I got many reaching through to the end of my eyes,
With all that, still I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t do a thing on black Wednesday,
But Hey! My life was already surrounded by good wines that gave me wide hope,
And later on, the next nightfall, I flourished in wander land,
Now, that I don’t want to talk about it,
Ama do some changes ‘Cause black Wednesday has been set free as a marked mural.
In Memory of Aunt Auke
© T.m.T.s
I softly went a huntin’
To find some softly sheep,
I cannot count without them
To lull me back to sleep.
‘Where art thou little fluffy?’
I called its nicky name,
And taken by the surplus
A hundred bleaters came.
I’ll never count them all in time,
I worried like my pal,
I only wants a little kip
Not like my Auntie Val.
She likes to sleep for England
And all the English men.
Sometimes she sleeps with 40
And sometimes only 10.
Jan, Mystic and Casarah
Been letting it rip
The smell woke the poor dog
From his afternoon kip
Looking very guilty he smelt his bott
Looked at me as much to say
Wasn't me dropped that lot
Must have been you, smell won't go away
I blamed the drains looking as innocent as I could
Was those fresh plums from Cosco I ate too many
Better stay near the bathroom I think I should.
Cos I got many farts rumbling in my tummy
The continuous story of Mystics Fart
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