Her smiling face looked so sweet,… We first established boundaries an… Our hearts were open and our minds… I would be smitten under different… I’m not sure how she’ll remember m…
Whose Lord was Travelling. No sooner I pronounced Celindas n… But Troops of wing’d Pow’rs did c… Not those the Poets Bows and Arr… But such as on the Altar do atten…
By Stanley Collymore I’m disturbed at how Palestinians… stupidly rely on their narrative o… alienation and historical grievanc… and frustratingly can and do put a…
You may be across the sea Though that doesn’t change how muc… Late night teas and chit chatter .… Friendly banter is what really mat… Grew closer together as time passe…
I couldn’t sleep that night and la… My eyes heavy with the need of slu… I watched the picture that played… The familiar sight of rainfall ove… The beam of golden light spilled o…
Deep in my hidden country stands a… and none hath known its name and none, save I, hath even skill… thence my wild spirit came. Thither I turn, when the day’s ga…
A marvel to me is my lady’s hand; ’Tis not that plump, thick-palmed… With pointed ends and almond nails… Ye other poets, in your phrases gr… White, long and taper, pliant as a…
My life is strange cheese on toast am I deranged jumping thru hoops whoops why did I say that I’ll tell you why because if and when I die I’ll talk n talk n talk until you listen to wh...
Achievin’ sech distinction with hi… Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain… Our old friend Casey innovated so… In hopes he would ameliorate the s… 'Nd uv the many features Casey ma…
i meant a girl called susan and im going to tell you her smile is like a full lit moon her lips are like a rose in bloom her face is like a beautiful blue…
The foolish queen of fairyland From her milk-white throne in a li… Gave command to her cricket-band To play for her when the dew-drops… But the cold dew spoiled their ins…
You’ve seen his place, I reckon,… ’Twas rather kind ov tryin’. The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin’— He spent a big share ov a fortin’
I want to believe in God I believe in UFOs I don’t believe in recycling I don’t want to believe in what th…
I want to become the light in your eyes a kiss in your lips (oh baby) sailing through the sky. You know I feel home
By Stanley Collymore You’re demonstrably very happy obviously to genuflect to these pompous parasites that rather vaingloriously, arrogantly and lik…
The eyes are a deep set brown The nose lies flat across the face… The eyebrows are in question form As she critiques the form before h… The image seen
DRINK to-day, and drown all sorr… You shall perhaps not do it tomorr… Best, while you have it, use your… There is no drinking after death. Wine works the heart up, wakes the…
One small puff wouldn’t hurt You chose to try some pot But soon the urge to try some more Became to flood your thoughts You lost some weight
constant... endless... strong crashing against gigantic rocks and further along the coastal path thundering into a horseshoe bay you are always there
In general, if you want a man to d… job: ' Say, swim the Channel, climb St.… into and rob The Bank of England, why, you fin…
Coughing up blood How? Why? I never smoked in my life I haven’t drank since 20
Ancient Person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy, Long be it e’er thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy cold; But still continue as thou art,
I’m on a Poets Walk Where the trees talk And flowers sing On a gravelled road That carry thought
Why do you choose to dwell alone, Feast you shall not. For youth is cruel and short my fr… And you do not have a lot. Let’s shake those demons of procra…
Sitting here thinking of you All the things we have bin through Even when next to you I stilll Pray for your tuch Things I miss so much about you
A week ago; only a little week: it seems so much much longer, thou… is every morning still my yesterda… as all my life 'twill be my yester… for all my life is morrow to my lo…
I can see the way these poeple be… My heart is full but brown skin is… My poeple to them is something the… but I guess its fuck what they say… Altho we work hard to make a profi…
I crave someone who is able to rea… I yearn for someone to greedily ri… leaving me worn and bent like their favorite book
My hostility slowly transforms to rage, fire in my eyes .. my soul burning inner demons waiting to be let out of their cage " forever & always “ ” its over lets go our separate ways " t...
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray