5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-ninety-seven : offline)

needing connections
he only barely exists
outside the network

Dust Jacket : a one minute rhyme

If I was a pretty boy
i’d just write pretty words
but being funny looking
I stick to the absurd
they say you write what is inside
the cover’s not the book
but I’m convinced some inspiration
comes from the way one looks
I look into the mirror
and laugh at what I see
which some days can reflect itself
as nonsense you read from me.

The Mild Mannered Maniac

the mild mannered maniac
sees himself a sage
juxtaposing there and here
upon the printed page

just like Johnny’s Nowhere Man
he knows not what to do
but scribble, type or drag his pen
to bring words out to you

he may not be an artist
or romantic balladeer
just a simple mild mannered maniac
with rhymes for you to hear

so please give him at least the chance
to woo you with his verse
he may not be the best of men
but he’s certainly not the worst.

Nonsense Rhyming for the Fun of It

early riser rising
hard into the day
full of beans and growing
glowing all the way
down the stairs
and up the hall
dancing to the sun
bumping on and off the walls
with a sense of fun

Untitled

Inside of each poet
is the heart of a painter
yearning to bleed
on imagined canvas
its very lifeblood
for the sake of their souls.

5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-ninety-six : expectant spectres all)

there’s a ghost waiting
for corporeal release
in each one of us

Pet

The cat on my lap
is a happy cat
and doesn’t mind when I sneeze
she just stands on all fours
stretches her paws
and sticks all her claws
in my knees

The Storm

Full of foreboding
the dark clouds charge
like cavalry
en masse
across the morning air
duty bound to hold their lines
the trees whisper
in nervous leaves
to one another
in the fearful knowledge
that all hope of defence is lost
and start to tremble
the storm is almost here

Kitty Ditty

he was rightly smitten
with the dancing kitten
he met once out singin’ in the rain
but his mind was fogged
and his thoughts were dogged
as to if they’d ever meet again

Poesie Idea (sketch-rhyming)

with silent reverie wherein
the darkest thoughts embrace
I breathe the light of you within
the image of your face
and with each breath a flame ignites
a soul once ashen grey
with a fire that brightens night
and drives dread beasts away