Grilled, or fried, or better yet,
roasted as a whole,
oh chicken how I love the taste,
it warms the very soul.
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Take #poetry
Take these horrid thoughts away,
Let my mind find inner peace,
Let leeches drink the darkness from
my soul to then release
I don’t #poetry
I don’t like it when
I cannot think of the right word,
Antidisestablishmentarianism,
Now isn’t that absurd.
Throw #poetry
A stone’s throw from where I sit now,
Round the corner, down the street,
A place that truly I call home,
Where life’s occurrences would meet.
Not the place where I now choose to live,
But the place that I belong,
Where happiness and sadness fought,
Where I learnt how to be strong.
An empty shell, that once was full.
Fallen silent, from all sound,
Yet will always be the place I go,
To feel my feet upon the ground.
I’d like #poetry
I’d like to take a moment,
If only I had time,
To say my thanks to people,
Not to do so is a crime,
Frustration #poetry
Staring futures in the face,
Not knowing quite where is my place,
A person floating in a space,
Last in life’s happiness race.
The Wicked #poetry
The Wicked thoughts,
Of wicked men,
Shared far too much,
And too often…
