And God so loved his only son
that, as the minister was saying,
a young lad stood up, unafraid
and shouted, 'if God had really, truly loved... more »
I tried so much harder
to get into your larder,
there were fragrances in
and a devillish grin... more »
In Iceland, We Cry Together
The snow capped mountains were
the first we saw, ears popped a bit
and the big bird descended now,
you stirred there, in your window seat,... more »
In Love? (Bilingual)
Verliebt. Ich bin's doch klage ich
mein Koerper hat den Seitenstich.
Es ist, so sagt man mir vor Jahren
als Wahrheiten noch wirklich waren,... more »
In Memoriam To A Stranger
I know I would have liked the man,
his facial features show him as he was,
a man of genuine humanity,
it's one who always can... more »
In Praise Of Woman
I am, let it be known, a man who sleeps at night,
never had cause to take a pill or count those sheep.
Yet just one moon ago I woke and switched the light,
it would be hours for my morning clock to beep.... more »
In Response To A Fay Slimm Poem
May I tell you my dear
that the love of veneer,
imitation and opal from glass
is the cause of much grief... more »
In the land so aptly named Schlaraffenland,
he slaved all day and searched each moonlit night
deep in the forest for the treasures of the Gods.
His name was Hickelfloggendorp, a Nordic specimen,... more »
In The Beginning - The Questions And Lies
.....and why, my sweet do I not miss you,
why do I feel no pain sensation?
There is no mad urge to possess you,
I do not need you for salvation.... more »
In The Bordello
She stuck a Winston 'tween her lips
and flicked her nicotine stained fingers
amply endowed with giant hips
and wore perfume that somehow lingers... more »
In The Cave
I looked inside the stony cave.
There was a tiny spec of light,
and there was movement at a depth.
So, urgent eyes lead curious minds,... more »
In The Forest
An acorn, which is just a seed
jumped off the tree to meet a weed.
The weed was wearing an attire
that set the acorn's heart on fire.... more »
In The Forum? ? ? ?
There once was a poet named Turner.
He was kind and a rather quick learner.
Then he tempted his fate
when he stayed for debate... more »
In The Markets
She was leaning, you do get my drift?
And the meaning, it gave me a lift.
All she wore down there, nether
was a single blond feather... more »
In The Morgue
First cut is from the top
slice down the sternum
add side excursions
just above the breasts... more »
In The Wheatfield
The golden glow
of just ripe wheat
music with a beat... more »
In Your Heart
May I request a room
inside your heart, perhaps out back,
A closet with a broom
would be just fine, you see, the lack... more »
Inaugural - Top Up Your Lips?
Two tiny pimples,
imperceptible they were,
had just appeared,
and overnight.... more »
I'm good at vibes.
Always have been.
you pick one up... more »
Now let me see.
I can imagine
how this philister
of philosophy... more »
Well it makes so much sense to this bloke,
nightly snoring is far from a joke,
if it's two at a time
we shall call it a crime... more »
Inertia And The Tornado
He was humongous at that.
Using the words morbidly obese,
quite appropriate, if perhaps unkind.
Yellow Cab had to, orders from up high,... more »
The joint chiefs had
in their undoubted wisdom
declared that war was
well...imminent, and now.... more »
Those who would buy that to inflame
is what the devil has in mind,
inside the silliness of shame
are those who want to stay behind.... more »
For those of you without a clue
about the dangers of the flu
I say before you get your shot
you'd better say 'I'd rather not',... more »