Frida and Diego

Oh my dear Frida, sometimes I wish
You would cross the bridge to knock on my door
Hold me tight, delivering hope with a kiss
and love only me forever and ever more

I wish you could be mine and still feel free
I wouldn't want you to be any other way
To expect this of you is selfish of me
You, who are irrepressible and gay

I am horribly in love with you
It's been this way since the start
But I tire of feeling blue and missing you
and your fickle heart

Please come home, Frida. Please don't delay.
And I shall love you truly for as long as you stay.


December 31st, 2011
Atlanta

Love-Me-Knot

She loves me
She loves my knot
With my finger
She begs me to linger
Tickle with a feather
She loves me forever


December 28th, 2011
Atlanta

Love-Me-Not

She loves me
She loves me not
Loves me forever
Love me she never
Tastes like a bitter pill
Love me she never will


December 28th, 2011
Atlanta

Cheese

My Mother had a cheese-grater
With it she would grate cheese
She would grate
and grate
and grate
and grate
Until she was...
on her...
knees.


December 14th, 2011
Atlanta

Awkward

Some poems rhyme
Some do not
Some are sublime
While others
are...
a bit...
Awkward.


December 14th, 2011
Atlanta

Lie to me (again)

Lie to me, Lie to me
Tell me what I want to hear
Lie to me, Lie to me
Say you will always be near
Lie to me, Lie to me
Let me live in the past
Lie to me, Lie to me
Pretend this kiss is not the last


December 14th, 2011
Atlanta

Current Bun

On the way to Church this morning, I set Andie & Duncan the goal of making up a poem that ended with the words "Current Bun". Here is what we came up with:

James:
Duncan George is
a lot of fun
Especially when he gorges
On a current bun

Andie:
Passing time
Sitting in the sun
Thinking of a rhyme
For a current bun

Duncan:
I like beer
I like beer
I like beer
Current Bun

December 11th, 2011
Atlanta

Lie to Me

Why are you here with me?
I still don't understand why.
What were you hoping to see?
Did someone dare you to try?
I couldn't believe my luck
When you invited me in for coffee.
And then you wanted to fuck,
And tore my clothes right off me.
I tried to keep you satisfied,
You said you wanted it rough.
Your moans & sighs were falsified.
I don't think it was enough.
So, just as the day is dawning
Please lie to me in the morning

December 6th, 2011
Atlanta

Making up

She's sleeping, He's snoring
They argued before yawning
Nothing was said
When they went to bed
Let's hope they make-up by the morning


December 6th, 2011
Atlanta

The Travellers

In a wee boatie in the sky
We floated, my monsters & I
Drinking cups of finest peach tea
We floated high above the sea
Safe in this place I gave a sigh
Drifting away in my minds eye
Escaping from this reality
To Strange lands no-one will ever see

December 6th, 2011
Atlanta

http://thelittlebookofmonsters.blogspot.com/2011/11/travellers.html

The Rare Nut-Beastie

I am the Rare Nut-Beastie
Full of Scottish charm
Be not afraid in the least-y
For I mean no harm

I am the Rare Nut-Beastie
Sitting on your table
Waiting for a feast-y
to eat when I am able


November 30th, 2011
Atlanta

Inspired by the drawing by @BellJarred
http://thelittlebookofmonsters.blogspot.com/2011/11/rare-nutbeast.html

Here is an Audio-Boo recorded by @mankyduc
http://audioboo.fm/boos/666458-rare-nut-beastie

Fickle Pickle

Fickle Pickle said "Come and play!"
Fickle Pickle said "Go away!"
Fickle Pickle said "Come back here!"
Fickle Pickle said "Not too near!"
Fickle Pickle said "I hate your hat!"
Fickle Pickle got a bit of a slap


November 30th, 2011
Atlanta

She Who Knew the Way

My feet strayed into her circle of light
My eyes asked "Which way is right?"
Her warm glow kept the dark at bay
She shrugged as if "Who is to say?"
But, to my course she made a correction
And sent me off in the right direction


November 29th, 2011
Atlanta

http://thelittlebookofmonsters.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-who-knew-way.html

Salty Wench

Pour vinegar on the chips
Put a wiggle in your hips
Come here, make haste
and give me a taste
of the salt upon your lips


For ECF
November 28th, 2011
Atlanta

Happy Delusion

I've never been here before
These waters are uncharted
The only thing of which I'm sure
Is the point at which we started
Perhaps this is an illusion?
Best not to look too hard
Might break this happy delusion
Might tear it all apart
I don't know where we're going
I just know we're hiking through
I don't know where we're going
I'm just glad I'm here with you
Please give me leave to believe in my own lie
That my love was reflected by the sparkle in your eye


November 28th, 2011
Atlanta

Man Flu

A cold in my nose makes me dour,
Restless and pathetic every hour.
From my bed I should get-up,
Take a breath and "Man-Up".
But I am delicate...like a flower :-P


November 21st, 2011
Atlanta

Bruised

My heart isn't broken,
But it is a little bruised.
It's a big easy target,
Second hand, Slightly used.
So I'll lock it in a box
For seven long years.
And I'll keep it well hidden
Along with all my fears

November 13th, 2011
Atlanta

Irrepressible

Irrepressible and gay
and totally free
She took my hand
She danced with me
A sparkle in her eye
A smile upon her lips
She moved her feet
She moved her hips
Restored and reminded
of who I am
I followed her rhythm
and felt like a man
Wished she would stay
Wished it too much
Messed it all up
with anxiety and such
The music has ended
The band has gone home
The floor is in darkness
And I am alone
I still feel the rhythm
I remember the key
I know the secret
to be totally free


November 8th, 2011
Atlanta

Transition

My heart beats faster
When she is near.
Sweet Memories conjured
By the smell of her hair.
Her body next to mine,
Head tucked under my chin.
Her breath on my chest.
Her warmth on my skin.
Oh, Bind up my heart!
And return to the start.
Can lovers be friends
When the poetry ends?

November 1st, 2011
Atlanta

Emo Freak

Self destructive emo freak
Techno babble java geek
Heartfelt poem bittersweet
Hopeful Hopeful easy speak

November 1st, 2011
Atlanta

If

If she kissed me
I would kiss her back.
If she reached for my hand
I would let her take it.
If she called my name
I would come.

October 24th, 2011
Atlanta

It's not you, it's me.

It's not you, it's me.
(I just want to be free.)

Will you be my friend?
(This is the end.)

Yes. I will be fine.
(Please pass the wine.)

No. I am not glum.
(Just comfortably numb.)

September 29th, 2011
Atlanta

Silliness

Why don't you
Paint your face blue,
Stick your head in a bucket
And play a didgeridoo?

Butterfly Kisses

Moans & sighs
Hands on thighs
Butterfly kisses
Lover's wishes
A dozen tiny breaths
A thousand little deaths


For ECF
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970

Giving Thanks

Andie, Andie, Andie Lou
So beautiful with eyes of blue.
She'll break their hearts
And make 'em sick.
Some Angel whacked her with a pretty-stick.

Duncan, Duncan, Duncan George,
Heart deeper than the Cheddar Gorge.
His mind is open and his wit is quick.
The boy's so sharp he doesn't miss a trick.

Thank you Lord, for these two sherbets,
These two cheeky little Herberts.
Everyday I am glad
For the privilege
Of being their Dad

August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970

#TwitterPoetry

Had a go at writing deep & meaningful poems on Twitter in 140 characters or less...well...poems...well...words and stuff.

Lonely night as dark as your hair. Imagining that you're laying there, breathing softly under this sheet. Remembering our souls did meet.

...It was dark when I wrote this one.

These two had Known each other. And the Knowing made honest rhyming. Later, fond memories did the same & he knew that he had loved her.

...If you think this is about you...it isn't...it's supposed to be poetry :-P (well...actually...it might be)

Opium takes many forms, to distract & keep problems on the shelf. How hard it is to take them down & spend a moment with oneself.

...I kept finding ways to avoid filing my tax return...

April 12th, 2011
Atlanta