I drank my coffee
Then jumped in the cup
To see the cool views
From inside, looking up
I imagined rowed teeth
Flanking a tongue
Pink and juicy like
Gooey bubblegum
And fronted by lips
Both lined and puckered
Smacking themselves
Like plump bloodsuckers
But fortunately
That was all made up
Except for the part
Where I jumped in the cup
The cup didn’t grow
Instead I turned teeny
The size of a tack
Like a lamped genie
I did see bright sky
Without a rainbow
That was suddenly
Dimmed by a shadow
But there was real fear
When I was picked up
For someone was going
To fill up the cup
I wanted to scream
But hadn’t a voice
So small in that cup
Of black Taster’s Choice
How could I survive
In a caffeine sea
I was to drown from
Curiosity
But then remembered
Though remained unseen
We had no more coffee
In cans nor as beans
I rejoiced with glee
But then in a blink
Was poured down a drain
And looked up from the sink
Which may seem hopeless
But it was part two
Of the next task that
I was going to do
Categories:
lamped, fantasy, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Her warm-eyed glow, how the more
Inviting, love-starved, dined on.
Romantic night cafe's.
From where my own, streets apart
And yearly distant, mists up.
Lights, lamped, lone walkways.
Categories:
lamped, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
What signals for Autumn
Its death knell?
This last felled leaf, sad as slow
It may tell.
Whilst not yet conceded
Led up out
Old lamped park's chiller diffused
Mists, surreal
City-stept, more lone, for it
Winter feel.
Categories:
lamped, autumn, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Drawing up its seating
Of relaxation
By what tree-blown, o'erflown
Of pleasure cloud, bird
Do these cities, coarse-heard
Graciousness take on.
How more so, park-guided
Down whose paths are, nights
Albeit eve's chill lit
Old-style lamped! Warmer!
For its theatre's farther,
Cafe's, pub's strewed lights.
Melbourne
Categories:
lamped, city,
Form: Rhyme
A crazy gloomy highway,
Whacky streets of birmingham,
Catostrophe like winter bloated in winds
Tremble like passion cursed to flow,
Sounds where i heard the first smirk,
Her eyelashes twinkled like whisky sky,
An irish coffee mocked me to look,
Her raindroping hair wrinkled my eyes,
An smothering truth or a soothing lie,
Sip on sip coffee hanged me high,
It was a rainy day,no one to say ,no one for bay,
It was her tranquilizer which made me die,
on the very moment which now pass by
That love on sight like a first pie bite
I hinder this road to look for her,
Which now looks like a labyrinth masscara that she floss on,
Roads came narrow, i glazed on to follow,
She moved to a door,that went inside lamped on floor
It was lazy me ,sure she was nice and it could have been a night
but now its better begin for my Redbricks lane,
My days are bad and luck is hard, let it be let time
pass by
coz her eyes are still in my eyes,
and its still a long winter and coffe shop is just two blocks aside.
by poems
Categories:
lamped, america, anger, change, chocolate,
Form: Canzone