Talons perched over eyes ~ bedevilment
Red rose to cheek
Poor devil’s
blindfold
Dumb
lips
Searing
rivulet
Old Nick’s migraine
Rusting of love’s chariest memories
11/3/2020
Double Tetractys 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
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*chariest - dear, treasured
**Old Nick - the devil
Howmanysyllables used
10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
I want a real hamburger- you know the real deal
Not the mass produced rubbish with a taste that’s real
I want to go to an old style fish and chippery
And watch a Greek bloke standing cooking it for me
I can hear the home made burger sizzling away
With onions cooking as the smell stays
And you would bite into it holding the white paper bag
As the juices would flow down your chin making you so glad
Maybe there’s still a Greasy Nicks somewhere around
That still nurtures the flavours you remember so profound
And we can stand with the Friday night crowd
Whilst Nick creates perfection standing so proud.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Life Didn’t Exist Without Nicks
Written: by Miracle Man
8/19/2017
Life’s been loaded with a myriad of glitches,
I’m considering the use of the moniker scar.
Twenty times in life I’ve experienced stitches,
So I’ll never be mistaken for some film star.
If fewer than three sutures they don’t count,
Or the broken bones and assortment of flays.
It began at fourteen and with age would mount,
I’m just an old dog that had a few rough days.
Nick’s Inner Beauty
There’s more to me than my tattoos.
I’m the person inside;
I have views feelings, emotions, dreams and desires.
I’m not a piece of wood.
My inner beauty shines forth.
BUT
I wear my soul upon my skin.
See what bits you can spot.
Turn me inside out.
I’m a bare white light of energy.
My inner being is free.
My love of a certain band =
a certain tattoo of them.