Awful Photographs

I am sitting
On a thing that I won’t bring
Outside the house
‘Cos here, it thrills my butt

And head bent
Slightly, over this-
Un-varnished table
Faded by time

I’m no-where, just here
For hours, imitating days
Facing what I must-
This fear of mine

But, if you
See me, talking happily
And with no fear
Then you’ll see not

The pen, flowing
With deep sadness, for
I’ve released-
These awful photographs

Of pain that caused
My tears, without warnings
To fall, ‘cos you know
The sun went up

Beaming-
Upon me and I feel, doubtless
I can survive- the next
Heartache of this so called life

Naps = Good

Napping isn’t so bad,
so you shouldn’t be sad.
You get to stop and dream,
and let off some steam.
You get to sleep and rest,
from life’s daily quest.
And before you wake?..
Thank goodness…
Mom gets a break.


Evan James Griffin

Ass

I am an ass
inadmissibly slapped too many times
bruised and shapely underneath my jeans
moving with defening sound waves
I have grown tired of your exploitations

Poem

This little throne I call my own
So try to keep it neat;
And please be kind
To my behind
And don't pee on the seat.

Limerick

There was a young fellow called Baker,
Who seduced a vivacious young Quaker:
And when he had done it,
She straightened her bonnet,
And said: 'I give thanks to my Maker.'

Get Drunk

by Charles Baudelaire

Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On  wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/Get-Drunk#sthash.cUfC7f8Z.dpuf

The Odd Cycle of Love

The Odd Cycle of Love

First you love them,
Then you hate them;
And in the brief moment when
you celebrate totally destroying them ~
You love them again.

A Fairy Story

A Fairy Story

In days of old in a kingdom bold, there lived a fearsome dragon;
And the King he was in great distress and the countries spirits flaggoned.
Until one day there came a knight, he was handsome, bold, and charming,
And he slew the dragon with his sword with a smile that was so disarming.

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no,
A smile that was so disarming.

Said the King I wish to know your name, but the knight said do not bother.
For the name of a knight of the realm says he, is the same as any other.
Said the King tonight in my daughter's bed you shall take your leisure
And she'll reward you for your deed, with a night of exhausting pleasure.

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no,
A night of exhausting pleasure.

One daughter she had raven hair, a maiden young and chaste,
And she slept all night in the pale moonlight, naked to the waist.
The other daughter she was fair, the fairest in the town,
And she slept all night in the pale moonlight, naked from her small waist down.

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no,
Naked from her small waist down.

Well the knight he spends many hour behind the castle wall,
But the ending to my story dear, isn't what it seems at all,
For in neither bed of neither maid was he repaid for his glory;
But he slept all night with the King instead for this is a fairy story.

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no,
For this is a Fairy story.

You Don't Want to Know

You Don’t Want To Know

Trust me, you don’t want to know,

The thought that just flew through my head.

It involves Vaseline and a mountain of blow,

Speed Stick and a huge waterbed