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Folly Roger
a cutter came a crawling
in from a sailing day
and this heavy bark a bawling
up the fine palatial bay
a laddy sees a lady
as she jumps down from the stay
she were hollering and a hooting
she were a sight to see
Her voice could tame a tomcat
and her back a tigger too,
for she cut a fine figure
which struck the boys to blue
Yet this lad would not digress her,
though the boys were ...
Wednesday 31st March 2021 6:38 am
Busted Jag
Sliding through the fog with your
Illusions of finery
I saw the check engine light when I got in
But your cracked windshield distorted my vision
All I could see was how I felt when
Your leather interior
Hugged and kissed
And caressed my body
The cute dates at cute restaurants
Sangria and Seafood
Lies covered in parmesan cheese
Lying about past lives
Lying on ...
Wednesday 9th December 2020 6:10 pm
The Power of Compatible Ignorance
Friday 28th June 2019 11:18 am
Yin-Yang Love
He loves me?
He loves me not?
Questions I have
asked myself a lot
since the day
I said I do.
Yes, he has a
wandering eye,
avoids intimacy
like I am
the blessed
Mother Mary.
Yes, he has a
hair-trigger temper,
can top Pinocho
with his lies.
Our love is
unconventional,
but I no longer
question why.
After four decades
in the trenches,
I have learned
to focu...
Wednesday 30th January 2019 10:30 pm
That Sunday Night
It’s been three days since we’ve met and talked again, four years since I grew fonder of you, five years since we first met.
For six hours that night, we both poured our hearts out because we owed each other time that we never had.
Two hours before, you could hardly imagine how many times I tried on different clothes because I badly wanted to look good for you but not wanting to look despe...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 9:10 am
An Ode to Online Dating
I'm going to give this context by starting off reading my old match and pof profile. This is genuinely real.
It's always hard to know what to say on these things so I'm just going to fill my profile with exaggeration and nonsense.
I would describe myself as a cross between Brad Pitts character in fight club and a sensitive fireman who likes kittens. Overall I'm pretty awesome. Kind, in...
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:18 pm
Crush -- 07/2015
The speed
The rush
My face turns flushed
I'm being crushed
By your presence
Can't stand your absence
Laying, relaxing with you
It doesn't matter what we do
Quietly watching TV
Intertwined, breathing heavily
Or cracking up, acting a fool
Its not like back when I was in school
But its true
I like you
And I'm hoping you like me too
Thursday 29th October 2015 2:04 am
Untold Truth
We woke up
You were smiling at me
You looked so unexpectedly happy
Wrapped my neck in your arms
Gave me a tight squeeze
I ask why
You won't reply
You never do
But that's the great thing
You don't have too
I already know what's held to be true
It doesn't have to be spoken
It doesn't have to be said
Yes, we might be in a little over our heads
Undoubtedly we...
Monday 26th October 2015 1:59 am
That Little Four Letter Word Called Love
In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?
This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…
Karl Marx said religion was the ...
Thursday 8th October 2015 12:17 am
The Meeting
Hello readers
It's that time again and a new Poem is upon us, gone for something very different this time which I'm really happy with. Not usually one for writing Fantasy Romance but this just came to me. Hope you enjoy it.
The Meeting
The moon hung softly in the sky
incandescant behind thinly veiled cloud
he waited beneath the bandstand
the sound of waves brushing the...
Friday 21st September 2012 2:36 pm
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