Have you tried it yet?
Not Nostradamus
Quazimodo, rings a bell
Notre Dame, silly
Quazimodo, rings a bell
NOTRE DAME, SILLY
Quazimodo, rings a bell
not Nostradamus
Quazimodo, rings a bell
not Nostradamus
www.properjoes.blogspot.com Marian Bironski aka Ian Biro All work Copyright Andy Sewina (c) 2006 - 2026
BLUE
LADY
blue lady
blue lamp
blue light
blue cloud
blue moon
blue night
blue shoes
blue nose
blue toes
blue you
blue me
blue who
blue baby
blue blood
blue plight
blue cheese
blue coffee
blue wine
blue movie
blue book
blue mood
blue money
blue face
blue rinse
blue suit
blue shirt
blue tie
blue berry
blue fruit
blue phew!
Folly, hostile, ordinary.
Hostile gargoyles on the otherwise ordinary looking folly.
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The hostile gargoyles
Defenders of the folly
Ordinary day
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The hostile gargoyles
Defenders of the folly
ORDINARY DAY
Defenders of the folly
The hostile gargoyles
CLEAN SWEEP
Built in the nineteenth century, the folly had stood the test of
time. However, the new owners didn’t like the hostile looking
gargoyles. Demolishing it, they replaced it, with something
quite ordinary.
GOODBYE NO NO
Goodbye no no, goodbye
I don’t think so
My love affair with you
ain’t over yet
It seems like yesterday
when we first said hello,
Goodbye no no, goodbye
I don’t think so
I sing this song for you
to let you know
that you are my number one
I won’t let you go
Goodbye no no, goodbye
I don’t think so
Never never, say
never ever, though
Cos who knows what tomorrow
may bring don’t you know
Repeat
Written for the Sunday Scribblings prompt: Covert
COVERT FRIEND OF MINE
Sandy eye candy, she’s virtually mine
She’s cool as can be I met her Online
Sandy eye candy covert friend of mine
She writes the rhythm and I do the rhyme
Sandy eye candy, her words taste like wine
Urdu or Haiku her language sublime
Sandy eye candy we chat all the time
She knows I love her, I think she’s divine
Sandy eye candy when will she be mine
She reads my letters, one line at a time
Sandy eye candy, is love such a crime
Each time I 'see' her, she makes me feel fine
Sandy eye candy, I met her Online
She’s cool as can be she’s virtually mine!
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It's time for you to taste the American Sandwich game
This week the prompt at Carry on Tuesday is the
opening lines of A Walk After Dark by W. H. Auden
Here's mine:
THE SMORNING
a
cloudless night
like this can set the
spirit soaring, up up up to
the man in the moon, they call
him loony tuney, he’s pushing up daisies
and we’ll all be joining him soon.
I saw him ‘the smorning’ poking
the ground with a twig.
I said, what are you
smokin’ man?
strokin’ the
deck
like
that?
and
moon dust, it falls before
morning, and I’m hoping
it’ll stick to this ‘ere
honey dipper and
sparkle like gold
to ward off
the cold.
THEY CAN ONLY DREAM
concave plastic notel open both ends
the honeymoon suite for my poetry friends
efficient as a mobile home that rolls
rocks when the drunk kicks it on his way past
hums when some bum sicks up all over it
and this is home to the best poet I know
and he has holes in the soles of his shoes
and wears musty and old hand me down clothes
and he lives in a plastic pipe that rolls
he and his princess the poetess goddess
they scrawl their poetry on the concave walls
in a shared red and blue blood mixed with love
propped up against the square peg plywood door
they optimise their day writing poetry
newsprint curtains blankets street sheets scream same
the best poet in the world and his princess
the treacherous candle burning both ends
they can only dream about a hot bath
the only shower they get is the rain
out there alone but not lonely white cold
HANG OUT
She loves me, she loves me not, so I must be barking
up the wrong tree. Where did I go wrong, I wrestle
with love, I whistle into the wind? I hang out in the
poetry garden, alone with my thoughts once again.
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An American Sandwich, it's time for you to take a bite...
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Hot spice with no rice
noughty as a round number
thick as cucumber
AS COOL AS A SUMMERS DAY
thick as cucumber
naughty as a wrong number
hot spice is so nice
Written for the readwritepoem prompt
Hyperlink your poetry RWP #74
PLAIN JANE
You click your fingers
One two three geronimo
Then like this you blow a kiss
Love me till the bubble bursts
When you clink~my~links
You think that I’m a Genie
How I know you know
I can make your dreams come true
For your wish is my command
Love seems like a game
Then one day I ask your name
You say just plain Jane
You can read between the lines
You can always read my mind
You’re my princess Jane
I’m like putty in your hands
Meeting of the minds
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The impervious biker looks in his directory and thinks that. ‘Forty Second Street and Broadway is no place to hang out, I don’t doubt.’ More ‘nervous bicker’, than ‘the trajectory of a speeding bullet.’
Bicker, shoe licker
the Trajectory street clown
goes down nervous town
UPTOWN GIRL TURNS
DOWNTOWN GUY
Town nervous down goes
Clown street shoe trajectory
Liquor the bicker