History dictates
No one can ever enjoy
A small black moustache

Damn you to hell
History dictates
No one can ever enjoy
A small black moustache

Hygiene. It matters.
Angles and filters
Perfect image does portray
Time the truth reveals

Better than being punched in the man boobs I suppose…
She with wonky boobs
and he with his wonky eyes,
true beauty beholds.

A Monday quickie for you
Broadband connected
God’s child once had no wifi
innocence stolen

Hey look leah I found my pen!
asbestos taste buds
faal, hot as satan’s anus
cooling yoghurt dip

Still not sure about these. Harder than they seem I tell ya!
Bright days end furnace
Crimson red and burnished gold
Quenched ‘neath horizon
Still not sure about these. Harder than they seem I tell ya!
silvery mistress
cold caress then turns away
always to return
god I need to work on these…
Just a normal haiku. Makes me feel a little dirty to be honest with you.
Rains turn autmn rust
and withering falll from bough
under foot to die
Oh I really don’t know about that. I even had to google ‘bough’. I mean I had to sit and consider the beauty of nature, how it made me feel, what emotions it evokes. That’s a lot of effort.
Far easier just rhyming Cock, sock and rock for a dirty limerick I reckon.
And screw you Monday too!
Sweet hyperbole
In pursuit of fair romance
oft on deaf ears falls

Hygiene. It matters.
Close and intimate
personal care neglected
Sweet ardour dampened

It’s Saturday here already.
Time brings forgiveness
and oft makes right hearts once wronged
forgiveness once more

Happy Monday everyone!
Two lives become one
familiar, boundries blur
Hearts drifting apart

So lovely…
How do I love thee
Perfect in every way
Sweet where others foul

The heart wants what the heart wants
Darkest desires
drive dubious decisions
lifetime of regret

Ignored sage advice
Never gamble on a fart
Flatulent folly

It’s Monday here already…
Emotions intense
Ebb and flow like oceans deep
Unpredictable

I’m gonna screw you haiku your brains out. Sorry, just slipped out…
Such hyperbole
Overestimates prowess
A god amongst men

I’m 83 don’t you know
With words does ensnare
and all resistance removes
silver tongued devil

I’m 83 don’t you know
Lines mark loves years past
Love sees not times ravages
Hearts love never less

A tale of fear and things that go bump bump bump in the night
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for MYSTERY and ATTRACT. I used
Erectile issues
manhood diminished. Scared and
grave, consumes Blue pills
Now can’t sleep on his stomach
Wife hangs her towels on it
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 119 “Mystery & Attract,” #SynonymsOnly
I promise I wont do more of these…
Gym kit malfunction
who’d ever have imagined
hidden in small shorts
I know I am a grown man and that I should know better. I know I can produce things of a more edifying nature. I know should be a better example to my children and generally a better human being but alas I am not.
Look what dad made boys! Don’t tell mum!

Brrrrr
Winter’s icy sting
Frosted flowers glistening
Pale insipid sun

And screw you resolutions
January first
Excited, much change ahead
Renewed potential

Oh Im just keep on giving don’t I
Love wains, they try to
keeps it fresh in the bedroom
risky and risque

Get well soon!
Oh you poor thing I hear your unwell
seems it’s oozing and starting to smell
round the edge it’s gone crusty
and at night seems quite musty
and your girlfriend she has it as well