Name is Lurid…most people call me Lou
I deliver dreams and nighmares to the dead
See people get it wrong
Heaven can’t connect to earth
It’s cut off to reduce pain
He’ll is connected though sorry I am banned from saying that word
So that evil must always see their victims
The special few get living nightmares
Plus the fact they remove the eyelids on entry
You probably noticed I said they
See demons can’t enter heaven and vicey versa
That were we come
I am a Thrate
A Demi born of both
A creature of the null
Conduits between all three
The universal postie
And it’s been a busy week
Categories:
postie, poems,
Form: Free verse
lightning flashes on horizon
bones ache
roof leaks
trembles under foot
friend is way overdue
some truck has my number
scratches of little feet in the walls
postie brings more bills
floor creaks
feeling queasy in the tummie
car is playing up
Series 9, Episode 36
Ho Hum!
dandruff
Let's see what
the cat drags-in,
tomorrow.
Categories:
postie, hope,
Form: Free verse
You bring the mail unfailingly
In sun and wind and rain
With cheery smile and bright “Hello"
And "Turned out nice again"
May I suggest a strategy
To brighten all our lives
Bring a million pounds from Ernie
Instead of twenty-fives!!
Categories:
postie, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
A man’s home is his castle it sure needs a moat
Or, even better to get there, his own, ferry boat
Cause’, it seems his castle is not quite his home
After he has finished with the visitors syndrome
There is that darn postie who delivers everyday
Charity bags and bin persons every Wednesday
Then there are those food delivery, menu flyers
Scrap and have you got any old antique buyers
Double glazing, charity collectors, as the works
Nowt that really gives you in your pocket perks
The monthly gardener, and that window cleaner
Then local food delivery that goes in the freezer
Cats in the garden making their daily nature call
The Kids next door, please, can we have our ball
The list goes on and on, it never really does end
All these invaders, sending me around the bend
Categories:
postie, appreciation, peace, tribute,
Form: Couplet
This Valentine’s, cupid may fail
No flowers or cards in the mail
Our postie called Mike
Joined colleagues on strike
Their actions are beyond the pale!
Our postal workers started a strike today – I’ve read they are delivering postal flowers but there will be no other post for 3 days. I’m lucky we don’t bother with the day but I know many will be upset. Poetic licence used our postie isn't called Mike!
Happy Valentines day to you all
2/14/19
Categories:
postie, sad love, valentines day,
Form: Limerick
The sun is passed its zenith, the postman’s day is done;
Nigh 50 miles his horse has trod, just two thousand
More to go. My little case is a lighter load, much greater
He has born, yet still the postie takes his time ne’er
Pushing on to end of day, nor starting ‘fore the dawn.
Ah, no: ‘tis company policy to travel before the noon
And rest up in wayside inn when sun is high, post meridian.
My goods can wait, there is no rush, full payment has
Been made. No matter if I need it now, the tropic north
Is far away, Brisbane to the south; and Australia Post,
Why there’s the rub, they never really care. A hundred yards
From GPO is outside their next day service, and outer suburbs
Can take a week; whilst thee and me, far, far away had best sit
Back, and settle for the wait.
Categories:
postie, satire,
Form: Sonnet
When growing up as a only child
always so loved to get a letter
living in countryside few folk around
postie delivery made me feel better
Leaving school no great intentions
but had within me real desire
to be a postman delivering mail
this would be a job I'd never tire
I did once get interview appointment
nervous I was with my stammer
the interviewer questioned my resolve
to communicate with public, real hammer!
But amazingly I was offered position
doubts then had filled my mind
confidence lapsed to do the job
so declined offer never again to find
So my desire to deliver unfulfilled
but life's been good all the same
never the less it would have been nice
anyway wasn't meant to have my name
Categories:
postie, desire, life,
Form: Rhyme
Drinking drugging, chug a lugging,
Cruising down the poncy street,
Drunk a 40 cats a hugging,
Look out 4 this ***** on heat,
Brain a thumpin, blood a pumping,
Dogs a humping, jelly beans to eat,
Cant get me car outa park,
So brain dead I cannot speak,
Flashing forth in me v6,
On the footpath, sometimes creep,
Uh oh downed a letter box ,
Postie he will surely freak,
Blue lights flashing, they in fashion?
Sirens blaring, dodge concrete,
Off the walls it seems I’m bashing,
Police-e-man I’m yet to meet…
Categories:
postie, adventure, me, drug,
Form: Ballad
I tried being a postie 40 years ago,
attacking dogs sorta made me slow,
used to drive em off with a big bike slam,
postmaster cracked up bout bent bikes maam...
and sent me off to coventry,
so tractor assembler, next job in the hundred...sam
Thanks David Williams:)
Don Johnson
Categories:
postie, adventure, me,
Form: Ballad
He likes to wear short trousers in the summer
Although he does not really have the legs
They’re not exactly pretty or alluring
When they handed out the pins he got the dregs
He keeps them both exposed throughout the summer
As he rides his bike delivering the post
They never catch the sun or change their colour
But stay the same, as white as any ghost
With legs that are so skinny and so hairy
It’s impossible to ever get catch a tan
Though soon his legs will be a distant memory
His bosses have just given him a van
© John W Fenn 20-08-2009
Categories:
postie, funny, life, urban
Form: I do not know?
Shifting focus from farm to stars
the drifting night begins
where listless day turns to mist.
Beyond the harbour bar
boats put out to sea.
By dawn the salty breeze
is flecked with foam
it peppers the Postie
as he makes his way
around the quay.
He stops to watch
the fishing boats
ploughing home
through pearly sea.
And dreaming
of what the day might bring
sleepy couples, yawning,
pad downstairs.
In chorus all the kettles sing
above the morning news
of stocks and shares.
And thirstily,
a hundred cups of tea
are raised to lips
simultaneously.
Categories:
postie, happiness, nature, people, places,
Form: Free verse