Cry me with flowers
With hours of wasted love
Cry me with willows
Which sway
Cry me with your voice
Which breaks, gives way
Cry me, but cry you today
Cry me with ribbons
And Angels in towers
Cry me with Gibbons
Cry me with all your super powers
To move the Gibbous moon
But Cry you as too, so soon
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I'm an out of practise dentist
I need to brush up on my skills
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
What a magnificent cat
What whiskers
What tail
What ears on whose tips
Could turn a full term whale
And what teeth are pointy fangs
For bird pricking
And feathery pangs
What claws scratch under doors
For oils and balls of wool or twine
What a Magnificat
Oh sing to the fat cat upstairs
And All who sleep on window sills
Or upon bare legs sprawl and stare
What cat, that climbs the curtains
What cat that scats and crimes
Like a burglar of the night kind
Shaken but not stirred
By the night's long times
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Oh the sea in all its flippery
And skippery rhyme
And Majestic Omaha
Of forever pines
And coastal rampages
Punctilious primes
And Rapscallion scales
Pear peppered wine
Well thought of good gold shrines
And leagues of legless lines
Caught in fishermen nets
Nettled but not in time
Of Shallow shelves of shellfish
And forests of frolicking fronds
And hours of anchoring urchins
And swathes of swallowing swans
The sea in all its peaches of beaches
That teaches us of time
And tides under neath of us
Needles stacked in seconds of clime
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
So what is it like as a couple?
Well most of the time he don't say much
But that's just how I like 'em really
Yeah I mean we're into all the same kinds of things really
Same interests
He does like to read the paper on a Sunday morning
I have to turn it the right way up of course
Do we ever fall out?
Well, that's a hard one,
not really you know, but he is a bit clumsy at times
You know not having a head and all
He tends to agree with everything I say
Does he ever disagree with you?
Well, now I think so, it's a bit hard to tell
You know
Maybe he will cross his legs or fold his arms
When he is a bit upset
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The babies fly into arrivals,
And they met the expecting mothers there
They were holding their names up
On placards with all due motherly care
Then the elderly shuffled off to departures
In a state of eternal becoming
And death flew the plane from gate number eight
And piloted it then to the humming
And the businessmen and women
Sat in the lounges of purgatory
Oh it's all just arriving and becoming and going
Departing and flying, and humming and ho-ing
And it was all at the airport of becoming and going
Arriving and staying home homing
The fathers in the bars and in the shops
The woman looks at bras where she stops
Glass vases and confectionary delectable,
confetti, chocolates and collectables,
And duty free bargains play hop scotch
It's just a stone's throw away until you stop
In the airport of becoming and stop watch
What do you call the men who carry the baggage?
The luggage carriers? No they throw the bags
On the plane. He -throw- She-throw, we all throw up
Sick bag, pick a bag and show us when we stop
But it's all in the bag, by the time the corn pops
Pop tart, Racal Thorn, EMI in the pop chart's top
Top hat, hot tap in the ladies toilets
Choose to be thing you've been even if you spoil it
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
In the departures lounge, your future
Is written on the clouds
In the lacuna where the sun breaks through
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
SHOULD YOU WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER PLAYING FOOTBALL?
YES I SHOULD WASH MY HANDS AFTER PLAYING FOOTBALL.
SHOULD YOU SHARE A DRINKING STRAW WITH YOUR FRIENDS?
NO, I SHOULDN'T SHARE A DRINKING STRAW WITH MY FRIENDS.
IT’S A BAD HABIT, IT’S A BAD HABIT. NOT A GOOD HABIT
SHOULD YOU COVER YOUR NOSE WITH A TISSUE WHILE SNEEZING?
YES, I SHOULD COVER MY NOSE WITH A TISSUE WHILE SNEEZING,
IT’S A GOOD HABIT, IT’S A GOOD HABIT, IT’S NOT A BAD HABIT,
SHOULD YOU LITTER A PICNIC SPOT?
NO, I SHOULDN’T LITTER A PICNIC SPOT, IT’S A BAD HABIT
IT’S A BAD HABIT, NOT A GOOD HABIT, IT’S A BAD HABIT
SHOULD YOU EAT AN APPLE WHILE PLAYING WITH A PET DOG
WELL, LET ME THINK ABOUT THAT, EATING AN APPLE IS GOOD,
BUT NOT WHILE PLAYING WITH A PET DOG, NO IT’S A BAD HABIT
THAT’S WHAT I SAID, IT’S A BAD HABIT, NOT A GOOD HABBIT
IT’S A BAD HABIT YOU BETTER STOP IT NOW
IT’S A BAD HABIT, LIKE CHASING COWS
IT’S LIKE A RUNAWAY RABBIT, IT’S A BAD HABIT
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.