Online and offline writing is turning us into alphabet people..

Now can you say dog backwards?

You will lose so climb into a hole and hyperventilate!

I am not an elephant.

I am not donkey

Or a woman's bra

I am not stupid at all

I find myself climbing walls

Not as spiderman

But as a scared person

I can't hide

I can't hide my eyes

As forces collide

And make violence

So lift your head

Open your ears

Shut your mind

The kids cry

Band aids supplied

Passive and kind

Will more dictators rise

For a laser gun parade

Heads caught in wires

Sometimes it looks possible

Like a race car

To break the barrier

Winners from losers

Try me for a chat

Bring a rat!

Bill Hole felt his longings to jump through the hole, but just wimped out suddenly, sat down and covered his face with his hands..

What ever happened to my courage (he thought)

Still there was no other way out of the cave

There was no other way

No options! (Echoed everywhere)


Bill Hole stood up

It was time at last!

I often get ridiculously excited when writing a poem..knowing I may be creating a real something that has never existed before, and maybe going on a journey that has never been taken in which a new universe appears to be licked up like an ice cream miracle (s) forever!

My new best Friend is a rock buddy..

You got to love someone

Even an inanimate object

Cause now I've alienated

Everyone

Almost.

It is hard to loath, despise, vilify, Frankenstein, stigmatise, or witch hunt a funny guy!

I am not afraid of bats, but zombies yes!

Creeping around looking impatiently

To feed upon my brain inhuman fiend

I am scared to the clawing sounds now

Almost breaking the door down you

Freak from the lowest freak show

My cross is raised to the creep parade

Here comes the leader hungry horror

Leaping agility gets fast and faster no

The reason does not matter

She strikes with snakes

In her hair

Fear

Fear

The shifting waves..

Stirred across the earth yes

That happens when

Spikes in time parade

Like festering weeds yes

Then rise upon the night

Concealing she hides it

Caressing what is left yes

She swings her stick

With a slimy net

She swings again yes

Never to end

Never to end

Year off to good start so February shall not disappoint!

Be kind to yourself, but with interests not luxuries.