with twins
of the same gender
alien’s from space
it’s as if they do it separate
but juggle
moonlight dancers
nasal decongestant
take tuns
shadows face off
they dance into the night
in they’re own gay full moods
Categories:
tuns, happy, horse,
Form: Free verse
Here we go again
Tonight, a game of darts we’ll
Fight…with shots to win…
Just don’t want to loose
Again…to them like all year
Long…and if their lead
Shoots tuns all three games
Once more, hold me back so I
Don’t go belt him one.
W.C.Hull © 2020-5-5-H1406-
2517-I51-K51-39-L58-12
Categories:
tuns, fun,
Form: Haiku
Ok honey bun my shining sun among the loving blaze of fire you run.
Tuns of blazed loving power, in a shining sun.
On a blazing sun of love you run until your time to
sleep.
leap honey bun, leap honey bun, leap to sleep.
Ok honey bun my looming moon,sweep your feet like a broom,
off the sun on the moon,to enjoy a rest in looms cradle .
Ok honey bun my shining sun tomorrow on the sun ill see you run,on flames of loving fire
ill see you run.
sweet,sweet,sweet honey bun never melting on my loving sun.
Categories:
tuns, love, sun,
Form: Free verse
with ease the sun shine
with ease the moon glows
with ease the bird flies
with ease the fish swim
with ease
the waves of the oceans
perfums of the flowers
stars of the night
angel of paradise
dance among the ribloom of the birthday balloms
smila through the light candles
sing to the classic happy new tuns
eat the cake over wishes
frosted with sweet dreams
of parties to come
blindly swing at the flying unicorn
sending treasures across the lawn
spin among the music and
laughter in your perfect party dress
with ease
when hope is crushed
with ease the heart is crushed
but a wise comes true
fill you with joy
of dreams come true
with ease...............................
Categories:
tuns, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: Acrostic
Ask you men do ye yet ken still acting in the right?
Of better days and other ways
We faced each day and night
Whispered secrets of delight enchanted dreams of youth
Wisps of withered warps of worth
Without the ring of truth
Who owns it now? that treasured gem
That gleam of treasure lost
Is it yet hid from those and them
Who cannot weigh the cost
In years and weeks and days of time
In buckets flagons tuns
Will yet they whisper scheme, design
To take away our guns?
Mistake me not in normal ken
Who work for daily bread
Beware of theses dogooding men
Who preach of kids in need
Who speak of lofty aims and goals
and live in constant greed
The Welfare State
That Land of Hate
That spills of wants and needs
is grasping like a drowning man In water clogged with weeds
and as he pulls the worker down he brags of his good deeds
We know how much this action costs
In trillions of papered debt
But ask can we consider toll on souls of fools who bet
On future lives of yet un born to pay for all they steal
They'll pay you say in other ways in other days
Who counts? who weighs?
The cost
Of lost?
Categories:
tuns, children
Form: Rhyme