Poetry spam

[doyle]

I'm in a poetry mood today.


Discretion
by Roger McGough

Discretion is the better part of Valerie
(though all of her is nice)
lips as warm as strawberries
eyes as cold as ice
the very best of everything
only will suffice
not for her potatoes
and puddings made of rice

Not for her potatoes
and puddings made of rice
she takes carbohydrates
like God takes advice
a surfeit of ambition
is her particular vice
Valerie fondles lovers
like a mousetrap fondles mice

And though in the morning
she may whisper: "it was nice"
you can tell by her demeanour
that she keeps her love on ice
but you've lost your hard-earned heart
now you'll have to pay the price
for she'll kiss you on the memory
and vanish in a trice

Valerie is corruptible
but known to be discreet
Valerie rides a silver cloud
where once she walked the street.


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SEEING CRIMSON
By Julie Wernau


shudder at the circus tent
ominous green trollop
it's understandable
your likeness in the mirror
screaming obscenities at your quivering body
Cracker Jacks fly through the air
as a spider tip toes across your finger tips
splatter the man like a Pollock painting
tripping through meadows
that's all it ever was
one big wet dream under the sheets
how was Santa’s lap my dear?
did you enjoy the monstrosity?
it's dark inside this little shed
sweat dripping through my mother’s tomb
black mascara scars that face
shattered nails wander through the scene
sinking, biting, crushed
to oblivion
where’s the mistletoe?
kiss the tempting cherry of passion
I’ll bite your tongue and make it bleed
you follow my disguise
do you see that doll of a face?
reach up and grab hold of the crimson lining
a sliver of hope
in a motionless world
never turning
and yet always going
and so you go little girl