Decided to rent out my heart, I'm known as a happiness loaner
My love of this earth and all things beautiful do totally runneth over
With my advancing years it seems
My love has become more extreme
But please be aware the heart that I offer is really only a loaner
He walked a tightrope for a while
toed the line with guile
as the popcorn crowd ignored the show
But his slow, deliberate pace
brought him no-more-close to grace
than had he jumped to nameless fortune’s call below.
This, he came to know.
So...he drank his guts out for a while
heaved up sorrows in a pile
of wretched whiskey-pricked despair
But the Mysteries couldn’t lose
if he ruined all his shoes
and rent out all his dumpster hair
He resolved, again, to care.
So...he beat the Bible for a while
suffered through a Saviors Trial
with bloody thorns and ashes on his head
Bringing in the sheaves
he taunted prostitutes and thieves
until some wino thrashed him next to dead.
It was something he had said.
He bounced in Bedlam for a while--
mattress walls, halls of tile
and ring-around-the-rosies in his head
And when the Angel Death appeared
he wore a bonnet with a beard
and danced a disco-dirge around his bed.
They found him dead.
....he flew to paradise in style,
they met him with a smile.
Very soon marmosets and moose
will get their vaccines.
A lone gnome fishes in a Koi pond.
The light of the moon
has been dimmed by a Chinese switch.
Elite bands of cockatoos
fight for free speech, but just for themselves.
Preening jackasses bray in the green rain
and the songs are all the same.
A fearful old man stammers in the dark.
So far the greater apes are in ascendance
however, a turtle and trumpet alliance
has formed a combo of resistance.
Four masks a day and a cup of instant propaganda
keep us hiding behind a surreal subterfuge.
Afghan warlords wander empty streets
handing out relief packages.
Birds rent-out tree space to killer bees.
Belfry’s are bankrupted by fleeing bats.
Harpies and stool pigeons
turn in their stools for further interrogation.
King Kong whimpers inside a skyscraper closet,
too shy and lonely now
to swat even the smallest of biplanes.
Her behaviour is nothing but heinous,
sarah ain’t evil she’s brainless,
you wanna feel the way her mind does think,
to prevent spillage takes the ice out her drink,
she had friends rent out a room
to stage a fake official leaving due,
and I know her friend has come back around
because suddenly she’s not acting a clown
Rose White removed
because one tells one what to do
I could sell my house but then I would not have it,
so why would I do that?
I could shave my head, but I already look ridiculous
so what would be the point?
I could rent out my art studio, but the only thing I would get is money though,
I already work, right?
I could part with my dog, if I was dead, and if all my relatives were dead too.
Maybe not.
I lay there wide awake,
sleep elusive tonight,
My wife slumbered on,
mewing softly in a dream.
I gazed on her form,
draped only in moonlight.
The Devil must have seen us,
A dark thought in the night.
What if she had never been?
What if to her I was unseen?
I tried hard to shake myself free,
Saying this could never be.
Into a fitful sleep I then slid,
Keeping thoughts from Satan hid.
But the tormentor stayed in my dream,
In my darkness I rent out a silent scream.
My wife beside me was not to be seen,
I knew then, without a doubt, my dream.
Was the Devil trying to make a split between,
Two lovers, that God had brought together.
I knew then we were entwined forever.
The darkness where I could see no end,
Was the devil trying to make me bend,
To his will, My faith in God had said no chance.
To the devil's tune I would never dance.
So I gazed upon my wife who slumbered on.
I thanked God that we were One.
Not just in this life,it is a phase just passing,
We will be joined still, in the Everlasting.
© Dave Timperley 30/08/2018
Decided to rent out my heart, I'm known as a happiness loaner
My love of this earth and all things beautiful do totally runneth over
With my advancing years it seems
My love has become more extreme
But please be aware the heart that I offer is really only a loaner
© Jack Ellison 2015
Mr. Tim's fired a limerick back at me
Usually I give 'em, not get 'em you see
Surprised me somewhat
Coz I'm not one to strut
When I do, I rent out my body for free!
© Jack Ellison 2015
On a cold winter, bright dawned the beautiful day
When God bestowed a free spirit of soaring ray
To light up lives of your dear ones with all its glory
A flustering fragrance that forever reminds your tuneful story
In rare moments of warmth, you rent out a fraction of your heart
Sweet as a chortling brook, it echoes deep into my inner part
Soothing Ice that ignites passion, potent fire that burnishes bright
As precious as life, as true as death, a fraction of your heart….
My Heart is torn out, beats it's last and then no more,
My love stands over me, as I lay on the floor.
She did it, She Killed me, by leaving me a broken man,
Assasinated by my Lover's hand.
She once filled my heart with laughter and song,
She once comforted and loved me all the day long.
Only secretly cavorting, a plan to steal,
To destroy, to rent out, all I could feel.
It is torn out, beats it's last and then no more,
My love stands over me, as I lay on the floor.
She did it, She Killed me, by leaving me a broken man,
Assasinated by my Lover's hand.
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