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Night Terror -Draft

It happened again – my words disappeared
Just like the night once before
I’m sure they were there
all typed and prepared
and left all alone in a drawer
Sometimes they stay
and sometimes they go
Sometimes they just fall apart
I’m left with some words
It just seems absurd
but sometimes they expand and grow

I really should take stock
of all words and phrases
poured onto paper at night
but sometimes i’m dreaming
and sometimes they’re screaming
and sometimes they’re there
– and i’m not.

Yet now i’m all confused
all twisted and tangled
i’m pondering where can it be
There now is a title
yet i’m so confangled
cos nothing is in the body
I remember I wrote verse
It was there in my WordPress
that’s now a glaring blank slate

What I have is ironic
I blame electronics
and hazily pressing a save
All I have is the title
and no clear recital
a vague memory of the night
With old faithful Biro
there was none of this error
just old fashioned words
and smudgy “Night Terror”

Doing it the Deadpool way

After seeing all the celebrations online today, I thought I would add my own silly spin on it. Hope you enjoy and try not to get offended *winks*

 

Its International Womens Day

Lets throw down pans and shout hooray

Instead lets read some Dickinson

Slap someone for their sexist pun

Embrace our strengths and hold our ground

Be like our men folk: laze around

Tell them be thankful on this this day

We don’t demand the Deadpool way.

 

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The Late Request

It begins with a clear cylinder

The telltale chink of  a miniature iceberg

Responding defiantly: with a thick “CRACK”

Upon first meeting of its soul mate

Shuddering against the caress,

Attempting to fight the inevitability

Rising without consent

Orifices filed with thick creamy nectar

Until they bob, on the surface

subdued and compliant

No longer resisting

Just the quiet vibration of submittal

Slowly but surely melting

into my mouth

You wait until I swallow the last drop

My lips coated in a sticky delight

Only then do you ask to taste my Baileys