Rain She came for me again last night; During an outpouring. A downpour of emotion causing consternation in my peregrination. “Why won’t you talk to me?” This alternative reality explained online. “She is a Zombie!” The logic was irrational, no fraction of truth. We dated – We dined – We whined – We unwound laterContinue reading “Rain”
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Tales from the Rumiverse 2 for Svetlana
Broken Heart too. Palpitations thrusting love in the limelight; Made it hard, to sleep last night? One demands sex – the go-to man she calls me. One demands a kiss – a temptation easily avoided selfish woman. One is carrying too much guilt – her crazy bundle of joy. “I want to go to Dubai!”Continue reading “Tales from the Rumiverse 2 for Svetlana”
Tales from the Rumiverse 1 for Akzhana
Love – by Rumi and Otway. Lazy Sunday Afternoon; Waiting! Waiting for You! Another girl, Another City, Another delay. “I fought with my sister – sorry darling.” Patient man, paying penance perhaps prolonging painful parting. Yet she comes, walking in glowing delight; Waking my breaking heart to new – Old feelings of love and respectContinue reading “Tales from the Rumiverse 1 for Akzhana”
Daft verses
On learning to ride; Women. Sylvia Pike Had a bike, Until she met Mike. Then she bought a trike. Broken Heart I will diminish and Go West, Wearing a string vest, And have a good long rest If I don’t pass the test.
Svetlana
When first I came to Kazakhstan, I never dreamt of Lana Scan. Or how on Earth it could ever be That I would see myself in effigy. Backstabbing cronies telling lies I want to stab them in the eyes, And ride roughshod upon their heads As I set fire to their feather beds. Continue reading “Svetlana”
Third outing
Fairy Hanny is working her way through the quests with the Sons of Turenn. I met Fairy Hanny but she told me to feck off!
A Pair of tits
They said I can sell anything with a pair of tits.
A Cool Cat Scan
Am I a fan Of Lana Scan? You know what? I think I am!
Oh Mr. Keats – I only borrrowed a couple of lines…
Gathering Grapes to drink one night. Oh what can ail thee Lana Scan? Alone and palely loitering? Come and sit beside the Lake, And listen to me sing. “Heaven knows when I might see, A Monkey in The Banyan Tree, Coming down to look at me Offering a cup of tea. “In times gone byContinue reading “Oh Mr. Keats – I only borrrowed a couple of lines…”
Tasha
An opportunity missed Hardly ever kissed Though she did insist On love.
