A couple more to end the day on

I thought I wasn’t going to post a lot of my poems up at once. I didn’t want to bore people. But I’m here, and I want to, so tough. You must live with my insipid rambling.. Hahahahahhahahhaha!!!!! Ahem.

This is just a small piece. I can’t even remember why I wrote it.

THE WEB

Soul spinning,

web making,

bees humming,

love foresaking,

Birds soaring,

prey hiding,

hate truthful,

and love lying.

And this one. Well (ahem) this was written by me and two friends in the bath. And contains lyrics which are suitable only for mature readers. It’s not meant to be offensive. It’s just a joke. Please, this is your last warning. You don’t have to read this you know.

THE ORGY

It all started in my bedroom,

a bottle of Vodka and all my friends.

Tripping away to all our doom,

fighting for the pleasure that never ends.

Her knees in my face

his penis up my bum

I’m screaming out loud coz I’m having fun

I’m screaming out really loud my pleasure now,

kleenexes at the ready.

One in the mouth – ooh wow.

Ladies get ready for Mr Bready.

Now Bobs ejaculating up my nose,

I’m worried ’bout my parents coz there’s a din,

Mum walks in and throws off her clothes,

at first I’m surprised but now she’s joining in.

The Orgy’s getting out of hand.

3 up the minge causes lots of pain.

If this were a porno it would be banned.

I’m never ever gonna look at my friends again.

by Vickie, Adam, and Phil

Boy were we drunk that night. Yes.

And a final one. This one was written at 5 in the morning up on a hill, where I had wandered whilst feeling depressed (yes it happens to us all occasionally. It’s just how we deal with that which makes us individual). I was sitting there, and I saw the sun come up. It made me write this poem.

FOR THE DAWN

For the darkness wrapping the child in swaddling cloth,

for the nights jewels clustered in incomparable patterns,

for the glowing embers as the fire dies,

I give thanks

For the spinning orbit of the crystal jewel

for the dream of then that now can’t fade

for the burning beach on a summer afternoon

I give thanks

But for the dawn, when the myriad light streams

round the globe and makes it new,

when evil begot, and the darkness ends

When fresh beauty eclipses the old.

But for the dawn I give praise.