The muse has no hushing.
My voice needs no shushing,
A baby boomer scribbling,
At my brain, muse nibbling,
Cool to create,
Thoughts i relate,
While world is yawning,
I write in the morning,
Verbose or terse,
My muse here in verse!
As for the present today,
I wrote from the past, history
I write for the future, fiction ...!
Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellacked Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated small skyscraper slinky, soapy, spooky squarely summoned, sentenced, sacrificed see swarthy Samsonite satraps Section SpecialOps.
Sometime soon savior snuck stealthily stealing sinful schleppers. sundown syzygy saw serendipitous, surreptitious, surreptitious segue-way shuttled safely Scottish shoals. Stigmatization stayed steady. Supplication statements swatted. Sole survivor swiftly spun self shaming sesquipedalian soliloquy. Sea side serenade soon spewed solipsism saving Slim Shady.
Sayonara seminal surfer swirling scarily sans sinister serpentine silent space.
Knowing you was scribbling circles with
a pen that never had ink to begin with.
Tell me why you run barefoot from
something that's not even chasing you.
My God, your eyelashes are so black that
the sun refuses to play hopscotch off of them.
Maybe that's why you smile through your eyes;
your mouth is too busy choking up excuses.
A stranger asked me how I was and she meant it.
I wish that I could be like that again.
"Oh, I'm fine."
I wonder if that's how you felt
when I still cared about you
Started Scribbling
Started scribbling;
On one more poem nibbling,
About my sibling.
Both me and my sibling
combined write poems.
The latest one which we
had written together was
called,"Rivalry."
Now we have been quibbling
about our sibling rivalry poem.
Whose name should go first
as the author?
Jim
Was it either babbling or
bibbling brook where they
wanted to water board the
crook and also at throw
the book after another
scheme up he had tried
to cook and like Trump
is how he does look?
Poor thing.
Scribbling
My restless fingers
Convey my mind's creation.
Now, another thought.
Barry Stebbings
27/09/16