A HISSING FEMINIST |
You were a budding feminist,
And I a Mr. Nice Guy.
You shouted and hissed,
And I replied with a smile.
You tasted power,
While my smiles turned sour,
And your shouts got louder,
While my mood d...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 03:41:00 PST |
The Perseverant Farmer |
This is the land where every seed grows,
When they drop down, and it doesnt snow,
All the farmer needs is soil and water in abundance,
And he feeds it toil and labour and perseverance,
When the humbl...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 12:21:00 PST |
Cantankerous |
You say that I am cantankerous,
But I just don't deserve the worst,
Even if I don't deserve the very best,
Please don't put my patience to the test.
5/12/05
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 12:16:00 PST |
Insomniac |
Nighttime is the longest
For he who is sleepless
Whose mind is a constant battle
Between facts and fallacies,
And good and evil.
Nighttime is the slowest
For he whose woes
Sunlight melts not aw...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 11:40:00 PST |
FIRE, RECKLESS FIRE |
Fight not fire with fire,
Entertain not your wrathful desire,
For in the times of dire,
Crimson eyes will quickly tire.
And in the darkness they bludgeon blindly,
With arms and sticks which swi...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
TWENTIETH SUMMER |
(For I.Z)
This amateurish poem I write for you,
With ill-conceived words but not ill-conceived thoughts,
'Though the symbols and rhymes maybe far and few,
Keep it I hope you will and ignore it n...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
DIFFERENT UNIFORMS |
Let they build no statue for me,In honour of me, nor in my memory,Bid me no grand farewell fit for kings,Let none do any mourning and crying.Let me lay in the trenches, deep in the puddle,After I fall...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Untitled |
With pouting lips, red as blood,
You spew serenades that were all dud,
You kiss and bound deceived males,
Suck their blood and leave them pale.
For you are,
A whore of a woman.
With words of r...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
As Time Stands Still |
As time stands still,
Through a window sill,
The looming hills,
I can almost feel.
The cloudless blue sky,
Heaven so high,
Angels swooping by,
And a blissful sigh.
The chirping budgie,
On...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Sinking Feeling |
What is the wonderful for which I am expecting?
If it's such joy, shouldn't it be forever-lasting?
Is it true, they say that it's only a feeling?
If ignorance is bliss, should I really be asking?
...
Posted by Mr Up-Yours on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
