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Felix Dennis Poem
She brushed after
every meal
scrubbed every
fruit.
She had copious
concerns
re contamination
but had a blind spot
when she ate cadavers
of animals
deprived of animation
Copyright © Felix Dennis | Year Posted 2018
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Felix Dennis Poem
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,
And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby;
And there was a look on the face of the mother,
That I knew could mean only one thing, and no other.
The mother, I said to myself, for I knew
That the woman before me was certainly that;
And there lay in a corner a tiny cloth shoe,
And I saw on a stand such a wee little hat;
And the beard of the husband said, plain as could be,
'Two fat chubby hands have been tugging at me.'
And he took from his pocket a gay picture-book,
And a dog that could bark, if you pulled on a string;
And the wife laid them up with such a pleased look;
And I said to myself, 'There is no other thing
But a babe that could bring about all this, and so
That one thing is in hiding somewhere, I know.'
I stayed but a moment, and saw nothing more,
And heard not a sound, yet I know I was right;
What else could the shoe mean that lay on the floor,
The book and the toy, and the faces so bright;
And what made the husband as still as a mouse?
I am sure, very sure, there's a babe in that house.
Copyright © Felix Dennis | Year Posted 2018
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Felix Dennis Poem
You go to a party, not knowing im going.
You are dancing and I see you, your drinking, I see you.
You slow dance with a girl, I see you.
Do you see me?
You didnt invite me.
When I see you with her
I dont know what to think,
Are you leaving, are you cheating,
Are you lying, are you just another boy?
I follow you upstairs with the girl, you are going in the room,
are you gonna do anything, are you gonna cheat on me?
All these questions, but only get one answer.
I walk in and see her on top of you.
I am suppose to be your fiance,
and you have a girl on top of you, having sex with her,
I thought you were different, I thought that you wouldnt
ever do that.
You running after me saying sorry and I didnt know what to
say, you say you want another chance but I dont know if I can.
I do love you with all my heart. But can I trust you again,
Can you be true?
What do you guys think? Should I give him another chance?
Copyright © Felix Dennis | Year Posted 2018
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Felix Dennis Poem
We were at a gay bar for the first time.
I was reminded of friendship,
while she looked for love.
I have a purse full of memories,
and she looked at her empty hands
in disappointment.
I pointed to show her
in them we made her story.
By pushing the door that spoke to her,
that she once ignored
in a fear she couldn't accept.
I thought of you and smiled in comfort.
The women here are so respectful.
And fun loving.
Singing 90s songs.
That is where her love may be.
And mine is home with you.
Because I've been thinking 'bout you
ooh na na na
I've been thinking 'bout you
I shared her cigarette,
and met a woman with a husband outside.
She is a frequent there-
I can't sing for ****.
But I heard some melodic voices.
I don't know many good karaoke singers.
I'd like to hear you up there.
Do they have Morrissey?
Lady called my name.
Center stage.
I'll think about you ooh na na na
and sing away.
Copyright © Felix Dennis | Year Posted 2021
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