Random #241

“Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.”

– Oscar Wilde

Kerfuffle Komics #4

“The Dagger”

Once again

He gets it right

M’s art work

Sure is a delight

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Kerfuffle Komics: The Dagger…

Dull As Dishwater

It matters not

How I seem

Through these words

I’ve penned

For if we were to ever

Meet in person

You’d be disappointed

In the end


Telling Tales

Why don’t you
stay here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea

But I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?

You’ve got
a tale to
tell, he said,
and I’d
like to
find out
more

Well you’ll
be sad
to realise,
she said,
that I’m
nothing
but a bore

(Originally Posted 04.09.2019)

Instant Gratification

It may well surprise you to know

I write most poems in under a minute

Especially each one of those

With a shitload of swear words in it


Catharsis

I
really
only
write
the
words

That
everyone
else is
thinking

I
just
say
what
comes
naturally

And
without
even
flinching

(Originally Posted 03.08.2020)

Spot On

Sometimes

When you’re trying to rhyme

You hit on something

Quite profound

I’m pretty sure

This was one of those

Where I cracked it

First time ’round


(Prick)ly

Not
the
best
at
being
loved

But
pretty
good
at
loving

Not
the
best
at
being
pushed

But
pretty
good
at
shoving

(Originally Posted 16.07.2020)

Regraded

I think I was once preoccupied

With being considered a ‘proper poet’

But I’ve since come to realise

That my style doesn’t trivialise

Life or how I choose to show it


Bottom Of The Class

I
scroll
through
your words

And
realise
mine don’t
compare

For
you all
write so
beautifully

Whereas
I splurge
without
a care

(Originally Posted 14.06.2020)

I Tried My Best

To
patch
it up

But
alas
it seems

I was
out of
luck


The Life Raft

Full
of
holes

As
it
rocks

Against
the
shoals

(Originally Posted 04.06.2020)

Rhyme 101

I was obviously aiming

For something highbrow

Yet I fear this one

Misses the mark somehow

I’ve gotten better, I hope,

And developed this skill

So these words I can now

Consign to landfill


Underground

As
sinister
shadows
loom,
I
see
my
tomb.

Through
the
gloom,
my
dreams
resume.

(Originally Posted 20.05.2019)

God, I’m Good

Nearly two and a half

Thousand posts

And yet I can still

Surprise myself

Perhaps poetry

Is my future, actually,

So I shouldn’t just leave it

On the shelf


Circling

Like
vultures

Eyeing up
the bones

Of those who
went before us

Now rotting
on the stones

(Originally Posted 14.05.2020)

Saying So Myself

Perhaps

I’m not so bad

At this poetry lark

After all


Interlude

Time has dragged on today

Even more than most

It started off quite well too

Sitting down with tea and toast

But then the clock seemed to stop

At some point this afternoon

When opening up my laptop

Did nothing to lift the gloom

And as the evening drew itself in

I have sat here all alone

Thouroughly bored in my own skin

Barely stifling a groan

So now I guess I’ll go to bed

And lie there on my own

Until the clock stops in my head

And I dream in monochrome

(Originally Posted 20.04.2020)

Sporadic Profanity

I can be quite poetic,

It seems

When I put my mind to it

This one serving to remind me

It doesn’t always need

To be ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’


The Birds

Looking up to the sky

This foreboding feeling grows

As I see the unkindness of ravens

And hear the murder of crows

(Originally Posted 31.03.2021)

The Dry Well

What can you do

When the words won’t flow

When you have exhausted

Every topic you know

Perhaps all there is

Is to put down the pen

And hope that one day

You’ll be hurt again

Random #164

‘His loneness is his shell and shield

And neither he, nor we, will yield’

– Julie Holder

Random #155

‘We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.’

– Robert Burns

Losing The Will

I can’t think of another ditty

Or come up with a different rhyme

Not when what I write is so shitty

More than half of the time

Random #146

I’ve fallen down another rung of the ladder, and I know I’ve got a fight on my hands

– Sean Hughes

Random #141

Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I!

– Sappho (7th Century BC)
Translated by Walter Savage Landor

Random #129

“in this land
some of us fuck more than
we die
but most of us die
better than we
fuck,
and we die
piece by piece too…”

– Charles Bukowski

Random #113

'What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,—
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.'

– Christina Rossetti

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