Poems And Other Assorted Stuff... Page 1

Here I have a few poems which I feel are realy good... Even beyond my own sense of pride.

STORY TELLER

I encompass the power of thought...
I am the imagination and more...
I wield words as swords...
And phrases as whips...
I am the creator of galaxies...
And I am the destroyer of universes...
I can show you Utopia...
And I can drag you to hell...
I have the power to create dreams...
And I can make your nightmares reality...
I am a peasant for a second...
And a god for a life time...
I make civilizations rise and fall with the turning of a page...
I am man...
I am woman...
I am all these and more within this paper spine...

I am a writer...

A QUESTION OF A GIFT.

 

What do I want?
I don't want anything.

 

...

 

What can you get me?

 

...

 

You can get me something sweet...
Something juicy...
Something plump...

 

An object to desire...
An object I can sink my teeth into...
With smooth skin...
Dark pink complexion...

 

Something with supple curves...
An object that when I lick it...
The flavors play a symphony on my tongue...
And makes me swirl the juice's in my mouth...
Savoring its taste...

 

A thing that will make me forget...
The hunger...
Deep in my body...

 

You can...
Get me...
An...

 

 

Apple.

 

Donut Bites Cop

 

 

            In a small town called Pokies, a terrible instance has occurred. A local police officer died from donut withdrawal. “Who would have thought that such a tasty item would prove fatal over time.” Said Dr.Matkin the medical examiner. Officer Clayton was on a run-of-the-mill pull over when he experienced convolutions and just toppled over. Fellow officers said that Clayton was on a new diet that excluded donuts because he wished to lose his “paunch”.

As it turns out this was not the first incident with officer Clayton. “I told him ‘you are taking a risk frank’ but he would not listen to Me.,” said his partner. “I said ‘ya know what happened the last time’.”  On another run-of-the-mill pullover [in fact the same suspect] Clayton had convolutions, and the driver assisted him by retrieving the emergency donut from the glove compartment in the officer’s cruiser. “Frank just could not let the ticket slide and when he pulled him over again and he started convulsing the suspect ate the donut rather than feeding it to frank. How was he supposed to know it would have been fatal?” said his partner “Its not like we advertise our addiction to anyone.” 

            Professor Jizzepy Colloabon had this to say, “It appears that over the generations police officers have developed a reliance on the donut. It is the first thing they get on shift and the last thing they eat before going home.”  Was this an isolated incident, or is it an epidemic? “Who knows?” Said the professor “ when dealing with addiction like this it could be wide spread or only one set of mutated gene’s.”

Sadly the suspect is being arraigned for murder. We were unable to illicit comment from him, but we got this from the officer’s wife. “I hope they fry his ass! He murdered my husband!” the facts in this case are fuzzy due to the nature of the officer’s death. But what is certain is this is a tragedy. Whether anything is done for the poor officers that are unknown to be addicted to donuts is unclear. What is clear is that this incident will go down in infamy as the oddest case to hit the books.

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