Oh How Those Dolly Birds Do Play...
She was as real as blue bananas,
her profile made of ‘borrowed’ snaps,
with random words to fill a little space,
will it convince many, well just a few, perhaps…
But at the end where the the typing was done
sits a fat old guy who came from a slum
who uses false ID’s on a dozen sites a day
to pretend he is flirting in a feminine way…
Then a week or more later a ple...
Tuesday 2nd December 2014 5:36 pm
Brush Grass From Our Knees
We will walk by the water amid those tall verdant trees,
then lay in long meadow grass sampling the breeze,
that carries the scents of wild flowers to soften the air,
and while I look on you with love you will play with your hair...
And later when we rise to continue our walk through the wood,
we will talk in those love whispers that are only understood,
by those with great depths to their...
Friday 7th November 2014 11:40 pm
Cat Ass Trophies
In Dalston, London, where we lived for a spell,
we saw many stray cats & some were unwell.
From having just one cat of our own at the start,
we soon had 3 living with us but soon one had to part.
Poor Tommy had been our first and always on the hop,
but from the fits he was having that the vet could not stop
it soon became clear he was in danger so the time came
when we wa...
Friday 7th November 2014 11:34 pm
Wistful Wanderings
Wistful wanderings of my mind,
take me from stubble scratching
to thoughts of just how to unwind
the complex issues we face today…
Mankind is gifted with intelligence,
we know that is a truth for sure,
yet still pursues ancient grievance
that only serve to bring pain for more
Better that we stop and think of more ways
to shape a society where all give as they c...
Tuesday 24th June 2014 1:00 pm
No Dark Shadows
Time rolls round too fast for me these days,
it feels like a hurricane though once just a breeze
there are days when that is a blessing to be sure,
when pain dominates and I just want to slam close the door
but then another comes when the sky returns to bright blue
and I get to thinking there is still so much yet to do…
That's when I get busy and the urgency starts to r...
Wednesday 18th June 2014 10:00 pm
Cyclops
Cyclops
Facing the world through his single myopic eye
Cyclops could not see the depths of perspective
those essential details that are there for you & I
The fixed stare from his unnatural gaze alarmed one & all
pity that poor guy with no balance in his views of life
can he help being a fascist with a mind so very small?
©Rhumour
May2nd 2014
Monday 9th June 2014 8:48 pm
A Pestilence of Hackers
On the foul virtual ship Moronia,
travel the hackers and scammers who
try so very hard to deceive us
though all they deserve is a rousing Boo
They steal our true identities
and any cash they can lift by deceit
with the use of sneaky key loggers
and conmen’s tricks without a receipt
They skulk in the background daily
seeking many more victims to fleece
the ...
Monday 9th June 2014 8:46 pm
Afterglow
Afterglow
Enjoy those sleeping moments, when dreams rise to entertain,
As we lay back in afterglow, sharing the warmth that lovers gain,
And while we whisper loving thoughts until sleep comes to stay,
Our last waking thoughts will be of the love we shared today…
Then in our dreams we will walk hand in hand as water laps around,
Facing the fullest moon and wondering at t...
Monday 9th June 2014 1:36 pm
Love Is
Love is what we should all seek to invest
Our time with treasured ones with whom we are blessed
Value true love above all else in this life
Eternal bonds should bind husband and wife
In time we learn love can never be hurried
So do not rush, nor indeed become worried
The ideal one is searching for you too
He or she will someday come into your view
Each then knowing their wa...
Monday 9th June 2014 1:25 pm
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