wayne34 Poetry (353)

Sip the amber nector
The sweet sugary taste
Just been made
Fresh
The jouice from the tree

Golden to taste
The pomme de fruite
Grown on the summer tree
Plump and ripe sweet as can be
Bursting with fullness

Flavour red or green apples plump to the core
Squized their juice flows
Into jugs
Capped and fermented
Waiting to be drunk

Send me some pomme de fruite
Best drunk or sipped
Fresh cider you and me

The old oak tree
Branch thick arms outstreached
Leaves falling
To the ground

Thickly they gather
Piled up high
Animals cower beneath their nest
The old oak
Sways in the cold winter breaze

Lustur gone now old branches broken
Leaves stripped bare
Naked branches exposed
Sways in the cold gray skies
Waits for spring then summmers lifes
Breeze

In the shadows
The dark pavement
The quiet unlite
Dark lane

The alley ways
He waits
Hidden from preying eyes
He scurries about

No form just dark shadows he sides with you following you about
Stay in the light he won't follow you there
Is afraid of his own shadow his own gaze
The shadow man

He waits in the shade
For his next victim to look apoun his gaze

The hands of the clock stood still
Time was frozen
For a while
No movement of the fingers

No counting of time
in time and space
Nothing
Moved frozen to the spot

Time stood still movement no more
People frozen no sound no
Traffic noise
No talking no people walking to shops
Talking to others
All frozen to the spot
Nothing
Time frozen

Till time decides to move once more

As child a nightmare was I
Allway up to mischief
Very accident prone
Sitting on the top floor
Feet outside the wooden window

Just sitting admiring the view
Trains passing by
Me never had a care
For I could have fallen just for a dare

I would climb trees
Swing from branches feel like tarzan
Till one day the branch gave way
coller bone and arm did brake

Still did not stop me climbing
Up drain pipes
Collecting my arrow
Smack bottom I did have

Walked along the edge of the sea wall tide in
Of cause
Walked along the beach found a puddle I jumped in
Gone was I a hole I did find I nearly drowned

Saved by my father by the tuffet of my hair pulled me to safety
My life he did spare
Oh what a night mare I was as a kid

On the stage she stands
Her naked curves on display
Spining polvolting
She caresses her pole tight
Legs wrapped hanging

Hair touching the floor her bossoms hanging displyed for her ordiance
Cheer shouts for more
Money falling from the air
She displys her angelic curves gyrating the music blasts
Sensual slow
The ordiance on heat beging for more

Her slow rotations her bossoms and sweet lips her muff defying gravityshe give them plenty to see
The voyouer her ordience begging for more
One last twirl she gathers her wod of notes her payment paid in full

On the trees like a joicy red plum
Mouth watering suculant
Perfect red skin
Full of jouce

Bitter seeds
You grow strong
Taking the energy fron the sun
I water you grow so strong

Time to harvest pick the best
Make you into a soup or a salad
Best of all my sauce tomatoe katchup

Buried in the sand
Unknown that you are there
Hidden from view
Not a ripple or mound of dirt

To tell if you are there
No trace that you have been put there
No sound no vibration
No magnetic attraction
On the streets of afganistan

Your buried there we no not where
But you lay in wait for the unsuspecting feet
Bravo zero two your call sign
You marched this way

Your pressure plate awaits you
One foot all it take
And boom your blown away
Dead or alive

You might survive boom your limbs are blown away

Into the wooden coffin they place me
My bones cold and stiff
Frozen now in time
Motionless

In my best suit and trousers
A nice white rose and new bow tie
My hair nicly styled
Ready for the party am I

A neet little dancer
A party goer I was not but
enjoyed the parties so did I
Often in the corner rotten eyed

Out of my mind on beer
was I
Singing to my self so I would not cry
Alone I felt inside

The single gent was I
Looking for my true love
To sweep me of my feet
For she never came
My heart withersrd and died

A broken heart I have
I sufferd in my lifes journey
The pain life caused

Till one day I had enougth
God called I obeyed and to the pearly gate I go

On the bridge the headless
Horseman sits
Comtemplating his future
Doing his job to scare human beings

His day began as normal
To scare the town folk
Of wooky hollow
When up pops his boss

To say he was not scary enough
Your sacked he beloud out load so all the town folk could hear
With a majourity vote they all cheer
Of you go to retirement with you
A new scarey goblin is due

With a wimper and a cry
Carring his head under his arm
He rides his stallion one last time
To his haunted tree he goes

His slippers by the fireside
He warms his cold bones
Puts his kettle on
Makes some cheese on toast

He gentlle puts his feet up
Sticks his fingers up
That's what I think all those town folk
Says humbug and eats his cheese on toast

Who's this guy faulks his name
Into the deapths
To parliment he went
Hired a basement
His plot began

He loaded the basement
The gun powder
He bought
His explosive black gold

Filled to the rafters
His barrels of gunpowder
He waits for
Parliment to start

The king must die this day
Blown to kingdom come
Waiting for the king with his lighted matches
He wait till his luck runs out
A final inspection
Foils his plot

Take to the tower of london he is
Interogated on the rack
His confesion he does sign

The condemed man he is
Tried is he
Taken to the jibbard is he
His life forfit
Tried to hang dissembowled
And quarted is he
So remember the fool guy faulks is he
He died a traiters death
Rembered is he
The 5 novermber
The informous faulkes is he

Danger
Rides are road
Cars beeping sirens
Those dredfull blues and twos racing to where ever they go
Unable to hear

These dangers Unable to hear the trafic on are fast mobile cells
Horns beeping cycles weave dangerously in and out weaving through are
Jam packed roads
All going in the same directing but no where fast
Beeping their horns to acknoledge they are there


not going any where
Smog fuel smells are road
Coats are throats leaves a lingering taste
Exhaust fumes every where dirt on road hidden in
Trees dirt
is every where