steve1223 Poetry (718)

On his way coming home
A trailer papa pig rented
To load all things from in house
Across the street to be moving

The beds, the lounge, all dining room
And even the TV was loaded
Not a thing was left behind
Except three cups, plates and spoons

Off they set across the road
A new life for them awaited
Left behind all sorrows and woes
Three little pigs now on their own

Home they came from school all bright
Ready for some mischief
When shock, horror, oh my gosh
They found the house quite empty

Ernest went to sit down
No lounge to rest his body
Worse things were yet to come
No cartoons and no TV to watch them

Winky walked round and round
No toys to be found here
How could he throw them round the house
If there were no toys to be found there

Roger didn't really care
His stink was always with him
The only thing that upset him
No toilet seat to pee on

Just then a mighty bang on the door
The pigs jumped and squealed with fright
'Who's there?' they cried so timidly
'Tis Wolfred your friendly salesman'

Now mother pig when nature called
Her bottom she did plant
A mighty scream, a yell so loud
'Yuck!! my bottom is now all sticky

Those dirty little pigs,' she yelled
'They piddled all over the seat again
This is so bad, I'm sick of it
Please we need to find an answer'

They pondered to, they pondered fro
You could almost hear them thinking
Hope was almost given up
When the answer suddenly struck them

Away from home they would move
Across the road to his mother
There the pigs would not find them
To cross the street was not allowed them

Here I sit with pages blank
Of what to write I wonder
Should it be of lovers lost
Or ones that found each other

Possibly into outer space
And different worlds found there
Blaze across the evening sky
My retro rockets firing

Or deep beneath this earth's crust
Descending deeper ever deeper
So far down where light don't shine
Down where Morlocks are living

How about beneath ocean waves
Far down to Atlantis City
Civilisation that once was lost
Now newly rediscovered

So many choices, I just don't know
This blank sheet still stares at me
What to write I wish I knew
Putting pen to paper

My mother's brother is my uncle
And my dad married my sister
My brother ran off with my mother
My niece hooked up with my nephew
And I'm totally confused

Yesterday I felt I was on top of the world
It would seem that nothing could go wrong
Or so I thought, you know famous last words
The sun so bright, a gentle cooling breeze
Enough to dry the sweat upon my brow
There I sat and watched the sea roll in
The white caps merrily chasing one another
Like colts chasing each other cross the meadow
And then they would crash upon the shore
With each attempt getting closer to me
And there I sat, with beer in hand
It seemed the world my oyster

That was yesterday, before I went to bed
I woke up to a dull, grey, sunless day
No songs of birds that I could hear
Just a nerve wracking screeching of something
Some type of bird, I know not what
Nor do I really care, it's all the same
It seemed that while I slept despair rained down
It soaked me, covered me from head to toe
Despair oozed out of my every pore
My life had gone the way of the outhouse
Utter despair, like the very depths of hell
I wished my life, it was no life, would end

Every sound I heard was dull and lifeless
Food was dreary, lifeless and without taste
Why even the very air that I breathed
Tasted like it had passed through a crypt
With the rotten stench of death on it
You could almost taste the flesh eating maggots
The walls, the walls that I had come to love
Whispered to me, what good are you
No-one wants you, end it now, no-one cares
And yet, I still cling to life with finger tips
Not quite ready, not yet, still hanging on
For who knows, tomorrow the sun might return

Fire runs through my veins
And pain twists and turns
No matter where I run or hide
It always seems to find me

On my knees I pray to what?
Something must be out there
I know not is it god or what
Maybe some universal spirit

Seems that whatever is out there
Does not pay attention
For on it goes this pain
Heartache and awful loneliness

Into the void I shout my agony
Silence is all that to me returns
Silence so loud it deafens me
Now I know I am alone

Tears that drip upon the ground
Are gone to show no passing
Will I be like my salty tears
Nothing, not even a memory

Mind's eye sees the tracks
And blood slowly welling
Has it come to this? no hope
No pain and no redemption

A sign I ask, just a sign
To set feet in different direction
I wait in vain for no-one cares
Not even the so called almighty

And as my life slowly drains
A mantle of peace surrounds me
Finally this awful pain
This pain becomes a distant memory

Twas last night
In the dark of night
With candle glowing

I held her tight
Little Red Riding Hood
Savouring the moment

I licked my lips
I brought her close
Such a heady aroma

I could not wait
I made her mine
The taste so heavenly

One gulp, she was gone
Gone was my Red Riding
Resistance was futile

So please kind Sir
I'll have another
Pour a Little Red Riding Hood

Quiet days
Hot nights
Thinking of you
Been so long
Howling wolf
A lonely cry
And yet
I like to think
Hope there is
For without hope
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Thin
Thread
Spider
Hang
Eating
Up
Her
Mate

You
Look
So
Good
In
Black
My
Darling

Strewth mate, you sprung me fair
I was just having a sickie
The weather's nice to go for swim
So grabbed me cossies and spare daks
Behind I left the little Vegemites
The missus there to mind them
Jumped into me Kingswood and bugger me
The bloody thing was on the blink
Fair dinkum mate, I tell no lie
I'm not one who wants to skite
The trouble and strife came out to fix
With hammer banged under the bonnet
'Give it a burl' she soon yelled
And blow me the old girl started
Quick as a wink I'm off you see
The big drink is calling me
So here I am with the rank and file
Trying to have a bit of peace
Now with all the trouble that I've had
You give me my walking papers
Mate, I think you're off your trolley
So take your job and just quietly
You can shove it where the sun don't shine

Beneath this tree I'm all alone
The ground becomes my bedding
Stars so bright, no clouds around
The moon a distant figure
A gentle breeze to cool my brow
The hoot of owl in distance
Here is my home beneath the sky
This place I want for rest eternal
So if you find my bones out here
Just let them lay where they belong

Inside of me, the place I live
This place so sad and lonely
No matter where I seek to find
There's nothing there for finding
I look in corners dark and dusty
And beneath the floors of wood
There is no furniture, all's bare
No curtains on my windows
From room to room down passageways
I drift, I aimlessly wander
There is nothing here to recognise
This place seems totally empty
Light that comes through window panes
Seems dull and unforgiving
And when I look out into the world
There is strangeness all around me
Not a face or word I recognise
Nothing there I remember
I wonder what do you see
When in my eyes you look
I hear the words, there's no-one home
But I don't know their meaning