Welcome to the short poems section- this is where I will be 'publishing' my short poems.
DETICATED TO A TRUELY LOVELY MAN - MY GRANDFATHER MR JOHN MALLON.
The old sailor walked along the shore.
He gazed upon the birds,
And upon the sky
In which they sailed.
He sighed, smiling,
And closed his eyes.
The waves whispered
To him a lullaby,
And the surf softly
Called his name.
He returned to his home:
The sea.
Death was knocking at my door,
So I knocked him down onto the floor.
He got up again; he's such a stickler,
So I strangled him, with a pair of my knickers!
They go to fight for their country,
Like lemmings leaping from a cliff.
(A anti-Iraq war poem.)
My sleeping pills are small and white;
They send me off to sleep at night.
(Dedicated to the wonderful zimovane.)
Pussycat seems small and sweet.
Forgetting; claws and spikey teeth!
(Ode to my my current and last cat!)
Wedding bells call out of hell,
Songs of false hope, choir sung.
Vows read by men of the cloth,
Weaving a web in which to catch.
The lady lifts her lacy veil,
And the goose is cooked.
Bed is such a lovely word,
It only lasts three letters.
But how I wish that I were there,
And that I could sleep forever,
The water glistens as it drops,
And sparkles as it falls.
The pool within the silent copse,
Where the magpie calls.
Sugar Junkie
Flying high
Riding through
A glucose sky.
Through the donut's
Sugar-eye
To live without
Would be to die.
Sugar Junkie.
Wearily I shake my head,
Close my eyes,
And think of bed.
Come on long day,
Welcome night,
Ohh; to hit the duvet!
GOODNIGHT!