Author credits include: “Love Songs In The Key Of Sorrow”, “The Ballad of Charming Le Suave”, “Shakespeare’s Sister Sonnets”,
Upcoming Work: “A Love Outstripped”
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About That Love Note…
———
I burst forth with hope for a sweetie
In notes which I wrote to entreaty
A bedroom ordeal
Of vigorous zeal,
So that’s why there’s bathroom graffiti
About That Love Note…
———
I burst forth with hope for a sweetie
In notes which I wrote to entreaty
A bedroom ordeal
Of vigorous zeal,
So that’s why there’s bathroom graffiti
( #lightverse #humor #poetry )
Where shapely butts abound,
Big booties can be found
But say so as they pass
And you’re a bigger ass!
( #lightverse #humor #poetry )
Where shapely butts abound,
Big booties can be found
But say so as they pass
And you’re a bigger ass!
( #poem #poetry #lightverse #verse )
You said that I shouldn’t wear leather in rain;
When I did, it engendered a row.
But hiding my jacket from water’s a pain,
And it worked well enough for the cow!
( #poem #poetry #lightverse #verse )
You said that I shouldn’t wear leather in rain;
When I did, it engendered a row.
But hiding my jacket from water’s a pain,
And it worked well enough for the cow!
I guess I’ve not gots
Much patience for bots;
How many I’ve caughts?
I’ll tell you: it’s lots!
I guess I’ve not gots
Much patience for bots;
How many I’ve caughts?
I’ll tell you: it’s lots!
Beauty can’t be born from pity;
Scars birth only empty flatters.
Trauma doesn’t make one pretty,
Beauty can’t be born from pity,
Pornifying pain is shitty;
So much more than sorrow matters!
Beauty can’t be born from pity,
Scars birth only empty flatters.
#poem #poetry #arspoetica
I’ll mix my metaphors
in drums of poets’ paint
To interweave in
polyrhythms quick and faint,
But only blend a few,
since overdoing it
Creates cacophony
that looks and sounds like shit.
#poem #poetry #arspoetica
I’ll mix my metaphors
in drums of poets’ paint
To interweave in
polyrhythms quick and faint,
But only blend a few,
since overdoing it
Creates cacophony
that looks and sounds like shit.
“I’d give my whole life
To play with such grace!”
- A lady whose talents were mid
Forlorn after bowing,
A scowling old face
Retorted with: “Lady, I did”
#poem
“I’d give my whole life
To play with such grace!”
- A lady whose talents were mid
Forlorn after bowing,
A scowling old face
Retorted with: “Lady, I did”
#poem
I’d rather I retain my rights
To all I’ve wrote on sleepless nights
And profit off these insights in my stuff,
But if it’s plagiarized for clicks
By witless or malicious dicks,
I guess I’ll eat “exposure”; that’s enough.
I’d rather I retain my rights
To all I’ve wrote on sleepless nights
And profit off these insights in my stuff,
But if it’s plagiarized for clicks
By witless or malicious dicks,
I guess I’ll eat “exposure”; that’s enough.
A picture’s worth a thousand lines
When used to whet dull brains,
Then worth far less as one refines
Words down to slice through veins
‘Til trillion poems spill from you.
If you would only write
A portrait of your point of view,
I’d fawn ‘til dawn sans sight!
A picture’s worth a thousand lines
When used to whet dull brains,
Then worth far less as one refines
Words down to slice through veins
‘Til trillion poems spill from you.
If you would only write
A portrait of your point of view,
I’d fawn ‘til dawn sans sight!