Guinea-P & Badger-Bry

Swirlman

Swirly, swirly, swirl man

Comes and goes.

But what he does not many know.

A splash of colour, in pitch -black dark.

His little toes will light the spark.

Of dangerous colours, in the world of art .

So go and smile

He’s made his mark. 

Thief of hearts

My heart,
               is beating,
                               and I cant,
                                                breathe,
                                                            breathe.
Tears falling,
                     from
                             my
                                 eyes,
                                        in dreams.
Please
           let
                me
                     forget
                               this  scene.

A thief,
            of hearts
                           has
                                 stolen me.

Please,
           would you,
                             just,
                                   SET,
                                           ME,
                                                  FREE.

TALK shit clown

TALK shit clown,

You wont get me.

Too many people have lied to me.

Paint your smiles

And make them count.

Your blood-stained face-

Will make THEM PAY.

Because we have all,

Finally learnt-OUR PLACE.

Staring into you smudged-happy face.

OUCH !! little tortoise

Ouch little tortoise

What did you do?

I’m sat in the sunshine feeding you.

You have no teeth so you can’t chew,

I’m holding out the food for you.

You don’t want the lettuce

I’m beginning to regret it.

I can see the hunger rising in you.

Then you sniff out a red grape or two.

So I sit and hold them out for you.

You stretch you neck

And tilt your head.

Beak out stretched.

Open and chomp

Open and chomp you pull it down

And come back twice.

And bite, bite, bite.

You get a finger, grape, a finger

But that third bites worse.

Your sharp beaks’ a stinger.

Ouch little tortoise what did you do?

Do you have to bite me every time I am feeding you?

A piece of mind

Like a dripping tap

of mind.

It can't close off

or decide.

What words to drop

and let make rhyme.

What words let through

and aren't- unkind. 

Twinkle phone

Twinkle, twinkle

mobile phone.

Your flashing, like your far from home.

But don't you understand

nobody will phone.

So sing your rings, your too alone.