Author: flingthe

To watch the scene through hard, grey eyes To see the lies too clear To stand astride a never land At once both straight and queer. Of wispy dreams and…

I started out in full control, The eggs, the milk, the beating bowl The pan was wide, though not too deep So little fear the dish might creep I stirred…

For those of us who seldom lay, And even some who do, Some like to sleep, some like to play, And some combine the two. You won’t be nicked amusement…

A young lion, beloved and flexing king, Viewing his domain of carnivores, though- Safe at home, saw what foreign hunts could bring, And planned how he might deliver the blow….

Now see their fealty shorn of pretence Those who laughed and who danced the gay quadrille Unmasked, whose loyalty gives grave offense To the king who fed them and now…

How quickly I have aged, My frolic over, gone ere I knew Separated from my vast pursuits I am left with the mundane. Still vivid are the great pageants The…

(with apologies to the lad from Shropshire) “Now come on check the threads you wear A public man should take more care The crowd in which you try to shine…

In Walden Pond there lived a frog, A wise and pithy sprite. Who spent his days on marshial law, Philosophized at night. He was the king of bullrush shore –…

To you whose sand has slipped at last Be sure that some think far too fast Your words, your voice, forever stilled And what is left seems loud and shrill….

Here soft we rest beside a brook Cool fed from mountain streams To drink our well-earned respite And feed our tired dreams. Though moisture glistens on his back His breath…