Startle

 Startles Monkeys, 

Disturbing broyers, 

Male black cat in ground cellars, 

Retested people awake  securely, 

Jailbird seeks a lone in chauffeurs pants,

Parsley in bar used by  orchestra, 

Installment s of bad weather, 

Absolute eyesore seem in conservatives party, 

Rocking  widely refurbished dawns,

After work gunners  keeps agile, 

Old man's chest in someone's warm,

Working as intended

copy

Could  be copy that's extremely deep, 

Church features mythology principles, 

Exceptionally slow venerated veteran, 

Hospital department offers assistance, 

Peaceful concept in Sevenoaks  ,

Sat in car on mission going astray, 

An exact likeness reveals drink of cake,

Give hoot in agitated literally lion's, 

Old dressed inebriated Duke seem making a dash after dark,

Small cuckoo makes worries stop, 

Meeting concept couple embraced in ups and downs of life.

 

Pizza - A Tanka Poem

by Anon

I dig my pizza
It's exciting and brainy.
It has a spruce toe
And six special toenails too
It cuddles; I feel happy

I must

 must go down to the scary, steep seas again, to the lonely, stunning, super sea

I must go down to the sunny, sweaty seas again, to the lonely, south, stupid sea

I must go down to the stinky, super seas again, to the lonely, soft, silly sea

I must go down to the silly, southern seas again, to the lonely, slow, sunny sea

I must go down to the sweet, stormy seas again, to the lonely, sweaty, scrummy sea

I must go down to the strange, spiffing seas again, to the lonely, stormy, sexy sea

I must go down to the stunning, slimy seas again, to the lonely, sad, smart sea

I must go down to the smart, scrummy seas again, to the lonely, single, smelly sea

I must go down to the south, slender seas again, to the lonely, southern, silent sea

I must go down to the slow, stupid seas again, to the lonely, sparkling, sweet sea

I must go down to the sad, sexy seas again, to the lonely, slippery, spiffing sea

I must go down to the smooth, silent seas again, to the lonely, strong, slimy sea

I must go down to the smelly, strong seas again, to the lonely, scary, slender sea

I must go down to the single, soft seas again, to the lonely, stinky, smooth sea

I must go down to the slippery, small seas again, to the lonely, small sea

Lose luste

Lose lustre,

Decelerate Prerogative Distinctive, 

Nonconformist Feminine pronown ,

Pitch haunted by anxieties, 

Inductor Bedouin beatle ,

Large sailing vessel kept in box,

Amphibians pure and virtuous,

Ravenous three sided figure,

Two minds Encounter, 

Beatnik poetry is so off beat .

Women by Mark Antony Raines

MAN MUST START TO BEHAVE A NEW WAY,

CONFRONT SEXTIST BEHAVIOUR AND COMMENTS, 

NO MORE LAUGHING THEM AS BANTER,

TAKE RESPONSIBLITY NOT TO BE ABUSIVE, 

NOT TO CONTOLING IN RELATIONSHIP S ,

DONT TURN AWAY TO SAY ITS NONE OF MY BUSINESS AWAY, 

EDUCATE YOUNG MEN TO HEALTHY ATTITUDES TOWARDS WOMAN, 

LEARN WHAT CONSITUTES ABUSE SO WE AS MEN ARE BETTER TO RECOGNISE IN OURSELVES WHAT SOMETIMES WE SUBCONSCIOUSLY DO,

BE NOT VIOLENT, COERCIVE ,CONTROLLING, 

QUESTION TAKE STEPS TO ADDRESS,

IF IN DOUBT REPORT REPORT TI THE BOYS IN BLUE,

AS OFTEN WOMAN DONT FEEL ABLE TO DO,

SO REMEMBER RESPECT WOMAN AND BE A BETTER YOU,

FOR LIFE IS A JOURNEY IN WHICH WE TRAVEL .

POEMS ABOUT LIFES JOURNEY #POEM

 

The Journey Poet Unknown

 The Journey

Poet Unknown

You got to have some trouble In this rough old world of ours,
You got to fight the bumblebee, sometimes to pick the flowers;
Your going find fin' a heap of roughness in the rocky road,
Before you get what you can rest and lay aside the load.
But be humble, and don't grumble,
Because you sometimes slip and stumble,
And seems to drop behind the rest of all the hustlin' throng.
Don't stop an' start a-whining
And a-whimpering and a pinning,
But pick your feet up, honey, and go traveling along.

You may have fears of troubles that will hit you hard someday,
But they're bound to catch you if you halt along the way.
You got to keep a moving. Some are fast and some are slow.
But all that's looked for from you is to do the best you know.
So don't you wait and worry,
If you fall down in your hurry,
And never mind the chaffing
And the hollering and the laughing,
Just pull yourself together as you hum a little song,
But pick your feet up, honey, and go travelling along.

High by Mark Antony Raines