Worry’s the advance Interest that you pay On trouble that does seldom Seldom come your way. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
I seem to spend my lifeIn giving up on thingsThings I like, look forward toRing-a-ding-a-ding I’m told such things are bad for meThat I should wave goodbyeTo smoking, sugar, alcoholGive up, lie back, and sigh Funny? But there’s just one thingI don’t give up (one thing)That’s sex, it just gives up on meRing-a-ding-a-ding Visit ‘Flippant,… Read More “Sex, Alcohol and Sugar” by Don Matthews.
I’ve just read today’s paper It’s full of doom and gloom Murders, killing, destruction, death Children being groomed Headlines blare out constantly SEX FIEND IS EXPOSED There’s so much negativity (The paper I have closed) Why can’t I read, enjoy myself With lots of humour, rife? Instead of being subjected to This gutter side of… Read More “Humour Don’t Sell Papers” by Don Matthews.
Just eaten with my mummy (And with my daddy too) KFC’s new artificial Nuggets (spices too) Asked mummy if this artificial Meat was free-range grown? As well as all the herbs and spices Green and yellow brown (She said she’d ask Colonel Sanders…) I am a little worried Will come to Hungry Jacks Artificial meat… Read More “KFC’s New Artificial Nuggets. Yum” by Don Matthews.
What do you think is the difference between (Your minds you will need to unblock) A jeweler, and also a jailer? Think hard my dear lovely little flock (mumble….mumble….think….think….) We don’t know Poet Don…. One watches cells and the other sells watches…. (blank looks all round….) (What am I doing wrong?….) Poet Don has a… Read More “Poet Don Puts a Question to his Little Flock” by Don Matthews.
I drink my cappuccino Write poems in a caff And as Americans might say My lines can give a laugh Now thankfully America Has come to my rescue Without their helpful accent My lines would sound unskew. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
Like the Sun that shines, radiating bright light, a guru disseminates thoughts lofty and wise. Using his power, directness, and mystical might, pulls you out of every single and dangerous vice. Get closer to your guru, feel the spiritual rise, an elevation that could get you to the worlds beyond; but if you utter untruths… Read More “Ballade for the Ultimate Seeker” by Stavyah.
Spooks, the ghost, was swaying in his spot, Spooks, the ghost, saw a great ink pot! Silly little Spooks wanted something to drink, Silly little Spooks gulped down the whole blue ink! And many still don’t believe it to be true, But poor little Spooks turned all blue! And do you expect Spooks to sit… Read More “Spooks and the Blue Ink” by Snehal Suhane.
Death in the ocean only comes once upon the prose tree in my mind, there is a darkness in the lithe stillness of autumn oaks now gone, as olive flowers; a fantasy heartless in horizon by Rome hills, a sea of loss is what we lost before to the ebbing across the fight… Read More death in the ocean.