A-GOING-GOLD-AND-SILVER-
VERSE-GUYS?
To a reddish-gold
the leaves now turn.
In yellowy-flames
they shall burn
when bonfires built
men go ignite
and into the air
smoke shall alight
in a greyish-blue
with a silvery-hue.
A-GLOBAL-GOLD-FOR-
A-FREED-FISH
The gypsy's crystal ball
was a goldfish-bowl.
To the top was to swim
the tiny-carp therein.
"Tides shall go rise,
let it be no surprise
that towns will fall
as the seas flood all
with a justly wild rage.
This - for me - a golden age !"
CUTTING CARDBOARD
A cardboard box home, find,
had the guy on the piss,
till he got the message
he wasn't cut-out for this.
POETRY-OR-POLITICS?
Political Correctness
nor party-politics
can restrict the poet
who the truth elicits.
SLAVERY-VERSE
The Jews enslaved,
Greeks and Romans too.
American Indians
and Africans. Who
has not enslaved -
we free may ask -
over the chain of years,
over the centuries past.
FREEDOMS-AND-TAKERS-
OF-LIBERTIES-FIND-DO
I know no boundaries,
find my mind's so tall
it strides over
every countries walls.
But there are borders
in need of protection
from high-wall despots
and their people-collection.
A-DAMN-OLD-CRONE
There is a seabird
upon the cliff
and in the town
there is a witch.
There is a cormorant
called the shag
and there's a witch
I call a hag.
Hag, hag, yes hag,
sure is she.
Ship with crow's-nest
take her out to sea !
YES-IT'S-A-CAPITAL-FARE-
FOR-A-LOWER-CASE-DUDE
When catching a cab
the guy's sure found
that they give him
the runaround.
As if a tourist
it is the long way
that they take him.
It ups their pay.
They bide their time
a bigger fare to unravel.
There in London town
it is Gullible's Travels.
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