Category Archives: poems

Nothing

April 4, 2016poems, poetry, UncategorizedCanned Laughter, Morose, Nonsense, Nothing, poetry, Teardrop, wordskmjmreed

Half-a-pence

Of nonsense

And a teardrop

Of morose

Slow drowned

With canned

Laughter

And nothing

Comes close

Beautiful Rotting Flowers

March 15, 2016poems, poetry, WordsHumour, life and death, Nothing Lasts Forever, Observation, Poem, Rotting, Sending Flowers, The Message, Thoughts, Time, wordskmjmreed

Pixelated Flowers

Flowers beautiful

Message sent

Message received

Fragrant scent

Stems cut

Growing not

Petals browning

Dying rot

Rising Fall

March 14, 2016poems, poetry, WordsDaydream, Dream Sequence, Falling Lightly, Opposites, poetry, Spacewalk, Structure and Design, Surreal, The Future, The Unknown, Thoughts, Upside down and inside out, wordskmjmreed

Losing my grip now,

and so gravity ensures

my future’s prescribed.

Gently tumbling;

prolonging,

buoyant;

like a fleck of fresh dust.

How structure and design

now discards me;

to unearth odd ceilings;

calmly engage my feet;

on hovering,

flirtatious,

ground.

Buggy Races

March 13, 2016poems, poetry, WordsBuggy Races, childhood, Crap Wheels, Humour, Life, Mornings, Observation, Parenting, poetry, School Run, Time, Toddlers, wordskmjmreed

Drawing of a childs buggy

Wheels rattling

Hardened grip

Push shunt

Kerb trip

Toy fallen

Toddler crying

Comfort-comfort

Parent trying

Winning line

Neck stooped

All losers

All pooped

Laugh Now

March 3, 2016poems, poetry, WordsBad Jokes, Feeling like your forced to laugh, Heckling, I don't tell jokes, Jokes told badly, Not amused, Not funny, poetry, Unfunny Peoplekmjmreed

No jokes please! Not without first approval.

Especially long ones, they will result in your removal.

Most likely it won’t be funny or slightly amusing,

And if I should smile, point a finger to myself, accusing.

At some shit-awful joke told reliably badly,

I’ll give you the punchline of your life… gladly.

When the Sun Hits

March 1, 2016poems, poetry, WordsEyes, Humour, Images, Its just the sun rising, Life, Nostalgia, Opposites Attract, Perception, Perpetual Dawn, poetry, Short and sweet, Thoughts, wordskmjmreed

All thanks to a lens in your eyes,

when the sun outlines the horizon.

A sunset: no different to a sunrise,

just something to keep your eyes on.

Best Before Date

February 28, 2016poems, poetry, Uncategorised, WordsBad Joke, Consumerism, Contemporary, Expiry Date, Food and drink, Humour, Life, Observation, poetry, Rotting, Shopping Lists, Time, Use by dateskmjmreed

Loaf of bread, best before date 1-2-16

Banana, best before date 2-2-16

Skimmed milk, best before date 3-2-16

A bottle of wine…

Barn eggs, best before date 4-2-16

Whole Chicken, best before date 5-2-16

Sugar, best before date 6-2-16

Bottle of water, best before date 7-2-15!

Dates, best before date… correction

One bad joke, use by date…

This poem’s best by date…

Everything expired… rotting freely.

Unknown

February 21, 2016poems, poetry, Uncategorised, WordsBlah Blah, Fear, How should i know!, Humour, Life, poetry, Short, Six Sense, Something, The Unknown, Thoughtskmjmreed

Do you see what I hear?

Because I can hear you looking,

And I can feel your influence upon me.

Goddamn it! Unknown…

Make yourself known!

Field Ban For Rocking Horses

February 18, 2016poems, poetry, Uncategorised, WordsBattles, Contemporary, Contractors, Horses, Housing Development on Greenbelt Land, Humour, Land, Life, Nonsense, poetry, Predjudice, Shitting, Surreal, This Really is Quite Serious Actuallykmjmreed

Only real horses with real legs allowed!

The signs, at the field, ordered, as the wind howled.

The rockers rocked slowly; utterly devastated.

Being fed a downright lie; their field was so highly rated.

In their fury they rocked hard and rammed the signs down.

The real horses while shitting; fled, galloping to town.

The field was now theirs and everything was great!

Until the towns-folk arrived with rusty saws and spiteful hate.

A long, calamitous battle commenced in which nobody won.

Then the contractors arrived…

Daphne Slowly Drying (In Her New Rain)

February 17, 2016Flash Fiction, poems, poetry, Uncategorized, WordsAdverse Weather, Dry Humour, Introverted, Loyalty, poetry, Rain Rain Rain, Standing in the rain, Surely I should be somewhere else, Why?kmjmreed

Daphne’s rain was immense and abnormal; weather so adverse that individual drops of water (the size of one of her own fists) exploded mercilessly upon contact with her petite frame; her shoulders sharp; set to be coat-hanging for a lifetime.

Then at a moment; when her dry humour was her only shelter, she decided she would stand, waiting, slowly drying in her new rain; showing loyalty even beyond her understanding.

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