Poems

The magic inside spoken words

'tis a secret spawned 'pon Earth

the power of sane truths within

cites proof of humanity's worth

There comes a time when

no one or no thing assists

where all remaining waits

praying for oblivion's aide

Lady Gaga didn't give a fuck

about what the people think

could've backfired, it did not

so now she's artistically pink

I'm an unknown artiste

so, I needn't give a fuck,

about what masses feel

My rep remaining shite,

'pon regularity's delight

cum extraordinary steel

As age creeps and health declines,

an exasperation gurgles from pipe

my moan's simple, 'tis "fuck, Jesus"

adverb, adjective making my gripe

God hath spoken to me!

His instruction 'tis clear

make a GoFundMe page

set a goal of fifty millon

Bloated dictatorial ego,

starchy tyrannical ruler

iron knuckled mobsters

police 'pon a power trip!

I've got a melody in my head

'similar' Paul McCartney said

Silly love songs born in heart

begin as daily romance starts

I've got a feeling

a state of being

wherein I'm

in love

with you

I am now seeing

in daily dreaming

visions of doves

soaring above

'tis true

And you bring a smile

in so many ways

to my face

And it's you I adorn

here 'pon my heart

everyday

I've got a yearning

my eye keeps turning

coming around

caringly bound

for you

I've absolutley been blessed,

with two nieces one nephew

expressing my love for them

'tis something I now will do!

I'm lucky to have you,

I thank you every one

Bright here 'pon well-being

finding selfless compassion

within warm organs' health 

tops spry flits of moonshine!