Long Scuppered Poems

An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid...

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Nights of flying  dream world,
who might chase a raucous laugh,
or seek indeed  mirthful excitement,
the sort that has embroidered twists,
as is generally perceived by intention,
but epic hurdles formed in still frame, 
city snores past...

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I'm trying to work with wings that can't fly
I'm upset but my eyes can't cry
I'm trying to bury the pain but it won't die
I'm trying to work with wings that can't fly

a tortured man who's...

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In the corner of a pub
There sits an old sea dog
He tells the same old stories
His mind is full of fog

“Ahoy, me hearties! Pass the rum
And I’ll spin you a yarn of old
About the time...

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Tim looked at the strong box crafted in oaken wood saplings and reason

Inside a map of his world he had travelled with dreams gusto and passion

Far away seas crested in a whirl wind of passage...

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‘May I take the liberty?’ used to be asked by polite old men,
Doffing their caps as required to a stranger to whom they were offering assistance.
‘May I take the liberty?’ used to be asked in...

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Love on the rocks



I’ve fallen in love with a mermaid
She captured my heart with her song
She was singing her scales
And upsetting the whales
As she knitted a seashell sarong

Well I smiled at her, very politely
And she...

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He did it, no qualms or faintest moralistic trait
He knew the vulnerability, went ahead
To reap the benefits from someone’s plight
Like a scuppered beast in flight
Wearing a private smirk of victory
To walk away and cast his...

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Once, a little Spanish girl 
was given a "regalo" - 
a dainty little potted plant, 
a purple-petalled mallow. 

She set it in a sunny spot, 
beneath a southern window, 
re-housed it in an iron pot...

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and lost while wracked in pains of change,
wilted seed in wintered eye,
hands clenching white in advent rage,
knee bones scuppered, bleaching age,     
knelt stung as tears run dry,
writ black ink in masthead...

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Casarah wants us to write happy
That’s not an easy job
My fickle muse has left me
She’s turned into quite a snob

She won’t let me write a poem that’s funny 
Not even a short limerick
Now my world...

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Into the jungle, the realm of all hazards
With love and a tucked-spear armed
The infatuated sphingid his way bravely wended
Heedless, the  hostile beasts all around scuppered.

In shady corners their merciless fangs sharpening
The sphinx moth the...

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