1. Next
The last remaining sapien, today passed on.
A bird, a squirrel, many insects observed.
A first, since so long ago way back in time,
Bird called, not sang, and no person heard.
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Blank Verse Dream
I played sat on a chair bearing no back,
a tune, a jig, a dance for goose and man.
They stomped their feet in time, around they spun.
Round hole I’d cut, let light inside, showed you,
I caught a glimpse of you outside this door.
The Butterfly
Hi there, butterfly!
One, two, three and four and five.
Eye, eye, eye, eye, eye.
Photo credit to Erik Karits on Unsplash
Why I’m Searching
I’ve been searching
Through a black and pink coloured cave
Trying to see my way ahead
Trying hard to be brave
But now I’ve reached some
Big old dusty dead end
and I realised way too late
Just how to be good friends
Sarah Slid Down in Her Seat . . .
when Allan slept Sarah observed
his arches so beautifully curved
if caught she might look somewhat absurd
no matter, ’cause she felt rather stirred
Allan abided by a routine
his feet received amazing hygiene
literally, all sparkling and clean
and powdered to encourage a sheen
Cat and Bat Synergy
A cat
Would never wear a hat,
As a bat
Chooses not to initiate chat.
Buses For Women, By Women.
We’re women and we’re bus drivin’,
around your neighbourhood.
We only take aboard women (and girls),
is that clearly understood?
Knee’d
Keisha, a girl, with an unusual tic.
She’d knee any man met, ’til they were sick.
Shoot!
“you’ve got somethyng to seye? shoot!”
to arthur tolde guynevere.
“i have gotte the world on mute,
therfore youre soundscape ys cleare.”
“well,” arthur bygan, “it’s the whisperyng knights who shift,
sat unsettlyng around the round table –
that awkward over-sized weddyng gifte.”
“from my father!” guynevere loud voiced, yn this fable.
Now, I Only Have to Think.
I understand how social media,
auction sites and search engines,
interweave connections,
passing information amongst themselves,
without any direct,
sapien involvement.
Yet,
now,
I notice my own passing thoughts,
birthed in my brain,
appear soon afterwards as adverts on the computer screen.
Brinkinfield 