I’m tempted
To the void
As I lose another
Dream
Like balloons on a string
I couldn’t keep
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I’m tempted
To the void
As I lose another
Dream
Like balloons on a string
I couldn’t keep
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I can picture you having fun
Dancing under the moon
Till the morning sun
A drink in your grasp
Your body moving to the rhythm
Feeling nothing but the moment
No future, no past
I can almost smell
The perfume radiating from you
Being circulated round the room
As your body spins
just oozing fun and sex
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I miss the smell of a new football
taking it to my feet
the glory of coming back from mishaps
pulling my shirt over my head
arms up cheering
never admitting defeat
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I want to disappear
between the seams
Of reality and dream
I’m like a tattered teddy bear
Who needs stitching up
But a lot of my wounds
Can’t be seen
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I like the sound of rain forests
the sound of dinosaurs
Chirping and calling
delving into historical fantasies
Remembering a time before man
And considering that we live amongst them still!
©Silverbackgoriallpoetry 2016 July
I’m wearing odd socks
It’s not an accident
I knew when I put ‘em on
One black, one blue
I look better in different hues
I plan on wearing different coloured shoes
One black one brown
I’ve got a certificate of insanity
I wear it like a crown
And the birds flock, I don’t half bring a crowd
And they beatbox and have rap battles
The Blue Tits almost always win
Or the Bullfinches
They’re often almost in
Just beating round the edge of victory
While the Blue Tit chirps cheekily
And they all perch on me like I’m a tree
We have story time and laugh out loud
Spending time with dinosaurs!
It’s the best it can be
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
Embrace the corduroy phase
Wear them in black then
Slowly fade to beige
It’s not a sign of age
It’s a temperament change
Some arrive from black to red
Standing out from the crowd
But they’re usually certified insane
Enjoy the tracksuit/sweatpants stage
Those lazy days
Where what you’re wearing feels like a hug
Around your legs
All warm and snug
As a bug in a rug
Love white sports socks
I don’t care what they say
Along with grey Y fronts
Yea that’s right, Y fronts
It’s not about age
It’s about comfort in simplicity
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
Inhalation
White noise
Drowning
Life not built to last
White blinds
Dancing shadows
Ticking of the clock
White noise
Close my eyes
I’m gone.
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
They saddle up on their high horses
And frown on us
Cause they think they know
The Man
And they don’t see the blood
On their hands
‘Cause they think
The Man will understand
And they preach that when
the man comes around
We’ll be the gallows rumour
Suspended over the gallows humour
Burning feet first
For all the blessings cursed
And every prayer is just rehearsal
For when the flames immerse us
Upon their high horses
They will frown upon us…
Cause they think they know
The man
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
You dazzled me
In your casual dress
your perfume drifting
in the breeze to my nostrils
You were certified to impress
And what bliss it is
Just to sit here next to you
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July