Not Now Poems - Poems about Not Now

Strain

The in's and yarns of the third sight
Fellow humans fetched a yard
Pulled a Soviet scarf
It was golden enchanted 
With real's of wheels spinning round and not, the balance is shaken.

The aim is not to blink fast 
Inhale the axial, breath in sequence 
Notify the brain's awaken mode 
Straighten the sight not to be blindfolded 
Foolish

Was it all just a dream

Wakey wakey pinch me shake me don’t forsake me..was it just a trip..a mistake a half baked fake dream during a kip or after 46 days booked can’t be overlooked everyone letting rip..totally cooked…including us hooked into the ultimate cricketing drip

Well hard to pip 25 days play..made my heart skip, jekyll..heckle and hyde..emotions flip a

70 Degrees in August

The white vinyl plastic skirting waves at me 
There is a discarded orange peel
Halfway down the driveway 
From a mailbox walk.
I stepped over it yesterday and smiled 
thinking of Ryan.
He loves oranges. 
There is a curly blonde little boy
Smiling at us over a baby gate. 
Soon, we will make breakfast. 
Dad is on the couch

Walter James Carter

Walter, James, and Carter

Little boys
Son,
Brother,
Son
One by one, my heart undone.
One is one (and a quarter) years tall,
Chocolate wisps that softly fall.
Forest hazel, bold and sly,
Wildfire laughter in his eye.
Two is two (well, almost there),
Golden curls of sunlit hair.
Eyes like ice, so pure, so true,
They freeze my heart and smile it blue.
Three is three (and a

St Clare

Today is the feast of St. Claire
A favourite personage of mine.
She defeated Saracens with her faith. 

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no5 final jive

Still hope we can cope

With the nope

Don’t give a damn plan

From that Tandoori tan

Obscene Tangerine dope

Jackanory Mandarin Man


That trope..like to be Pope

Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope 

To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope

Just give Mr Grope enough Rope


Opined women..a frump 

If they mind.. some bump & grind

Half inching while pinching their rump


The darkness descends


Besotted

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no4

Cohorts of suits distort

Court the last resort

Damnation of immigration

Onslaught in cahoots cavort


Pander to propaganda slander

Escort darker fraught faces

From other races caught

To starker places.. shunted

Hunted like a sort of sport 


History debunked

“Before” skunked & kerplunked

Lore of Yore junked


Fossil fuel full sumps

Well More is More

Trees flump become clumps 

Of gnarly snarly stumps


Petrol pumps pour

Sheriffs thumps any grumps

Tariffs

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no3

Don't give a jot or 

A sod this lot

On your tod..just nod

Seedier greedier leaders

Stun..Shun the Needier

Not just down trodden

Sodden...run roughshod


Beseech each of those clowns..down 

In the dumps chumps who chose

Plumps for stealthy

Leeches who teaches 

Fools at our schools

Only the wealthy can stay healthy


No education for the nation

Eschews..abuses media issues..then sues

Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues

Bemuses

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no2

Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That Groomer Rumour


Cometh the Hour

Cometh the TAN!


People Power Glower should Flower

Grassy brassy knolls

But proles at the polls

Sold their Souls


To joust like Faust

Ignore Marcel Proust

Cower before the Ivory Tower


Odd bod elite’s law 

Tweets of Sod and God

No Enlightening


Repeats the prism

Or algorithm beats
 
Every criticism schism 

“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod


Pot..black..kettle knack

Debauched cheats pedal to the

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no1

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan?

Mister rich lister Blister

Sinister Mandarin Minister


Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman

Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem

Prime time Pantomime

Podium pandemonium
 

Needs Imodium...clearly feeds Opprobrium 

As this git dearly did his bit 

No boom just bust

To ensure the sh*t really hit the fan

Just one more time!

Mother’s Nest

Feeling warm,
Mommy’s cold,
sense of duty,
Mommy stays,
First of four clouds,
She clears the sky,
So light can shine,
On the cloud she raised.

Nightmares

Sometimes I’m so afraid 
the images fluding my brain 
They won’t go away if I close my eyes or stay awake

Bandaid

His face is pressed into my chest 
"You need to get a bandaid"
I say. He has a cut on his finger. 
"This is a bandaid 
For a different wound"
He breathes warmly

Wilting

Pink snake in murky water 
Feminine 
Bite
scrapes face 
The voices of my children in a video
In early August 
I fear my memory is failing 
But I am so young 
Bruises riddle my knees 
Who hurt me? 
I walk through fog
Dayless daydream
Wilting

Porcelain Boy

Porcelain boy,
Hammer in fist,
Building walls-
Cracking, his face twists.
So pretty, so alone.
Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes
"I am not worth it" he screams
His concrete ribcage contains
A monster of fire forged shame.
This phase in life,
Smoke is wrapping around his face
Porcelain is hardening-
Porcelain is stained.
Repair, remind, revisit
Heal, hell, high.
No pain stains my lips
When I scream your name
Only

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