by Tom Arnone |
Categories:
animal, cute love, feelings, funny, girlfriend, love, sea,
Basking on the sun-lit ice.
Walrus mumble filled with hype.
Today I haven't a thing to do
(that's nice)
But fish, butt-wipe, butt you.
by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
animal, boat, fun, kiss, love, nice, water,
I'll be kissing you
In our canoodlers' canoe
Paddlin' 'round the walrus tank
At the Tacoma Zoo.
by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories:
love, music, slam,
Dear John,
My name is Paul
Let it be
Can't buy me love
In this working class town
Where the Beatles came from
Meanwhile back
Sgt Peper
Plods the beat
Down Penny Lane
By Strawberry Field
Yesterday
All along the long and winding road
I heard the news today
Oh Boy!
Mother Mary had passed away
And though the mourners came in the pouring rain
Its very strange
How they come together right now
All the lonely people ?
Where do they all come from ?
Hey Jude ?
I am the Walrus !
by John-Ovan.P. Hull |
Categories:
art, fantasy,
This was a collaboration with my first verse
Steve Rick's second verse and Adam.J.Shaw's final stanza...
Space, in it's furthest reaches
home to all kinds of creatures
but they've all got things to teach us
from the feathered walrus to the vampire leeches
on the jupiterrean moons with the methane beaches...
Spirals in the sky
beyond my naked eye
circle and conspire
and lead me to inspire
that we and it are all one
and this journey has just begun...
So, aim your mind toward the sun
sail with the angels of love
incendiary vision scorch my soul
and reveal all the wonders of the world!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull, Steve Rick and Adam.J.Shaw
by Viv Wigley |
Categories:
health,
Everybody nowadays is obsessed with their weight
the oversized folk get no peace
all the women think looking normal's size eight
and a pound over that is obese.
Body shaming's the fad, it's annoying and sad
for the people who do not conform
and being sexy's allied to a particular size
and bigger means you're not the norm.
How come Barry White, 'Walrus of love' did alright,
Demis Roussos was built like a truck,
the girls at their concerts all fainted and swooned
seems to me these guys had all the luck.
So fellahs, if you find you're all by yourself
and tired of being alone,
take a leaf from their book and get down off the shelf
just put on another twelve stones.
by Anita Shirk |
Categories:
imagination, introspection, love,
Is there a natural man,
The walrus said?
Whose ideas are bright
And feet are not lead?
Who says what he means
And means what he says?
Who is capable of love, an
All of the best?
The prince charming
We long for as children
Come out of the storybook
As is written
Please, come hither, soon,
For life without you
Is like an island on which
You are marooned
by Ryan Federkiel |
Categories:
care, dedication, dream, fantasy, how i feel, love,
Go
Wherever you want to
There’s nothing I can do
Still I hope
It’s you heading back to me
That’s what I’d like to see
I wouldn’t mind
I wish
I could know
Just what was next
To come
I live
In this fantasy of hope
That things go
Just the way I want them to
If I could be
So blessed they would
And if I
Should let this go
It’d hurt a bit too much
So for now
I’ll keep this idea goin
That things will work our
Until they don’t
I just wana handle this situation
Like a train operator
But I’m stuck to chance
Like a game of craps
Whether or not I win
I’ll be in for one
Hell of a game
Called ‘Life and Love’
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
music, science fiction,
DIRT FROM THE CORNERS OF THE CASTLE
WERE SAID TO BE MAGIC
PIXIEDUST AND PUSSYWILLOW POLLEN COULD
BE REMEDY FOR LONILNESS
THEY MADE BROOMS FROM THE SAGES AMONG THE FEILDS
THE MEADOW GRASS WHERE BOUND TOGETHER
AND USED TO
REMOVE THE DUST FROM THESE EDGES
AND GATHER POLLEN FROM THE PUSSYWILLOW TREES
THEN THEY PLACED IN BAGS AND SOLD TO
PEOPLE WHO WANTED LOVE
THEY'D PUT IT BEHIND THE EARS
OF THERE CHOSEN LOVER
AND THEN THE MAGIC WOULD
CAUSE THEM TO LOVE.
THE PUSSYWILLOW POLLEN WOULD
AND THE DUST COULD ONLY BE MAGIC
IF THE CREATER USED A FEILDSAGE BROOM, AND
A TUSK OF A WALRUS,
THEY CARVED SPOONS FROM THE
TUSK AND THESE SPOONS HAD MAGICAL POWERS!
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
She says I am a bear this morning
- my hairs bristle,
apparently I’m unbearable.
I tell her I love
park rangers and children,
mention that I am more
an amiable walrus.
She’s not buying
the whole walrus thing.
I follow her to the breakfast table
growling,
black coffee in hand.
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
She says I am a bear today
- hairs bristle, paws twitch.
I could be a good bear,
but apparently I’m unbearable.
I used to be loved by park rangers
and children.
I danced in the circus,
I composed love-poetry for pandas,
but today the mask is slipping.
I tell her: I am a walrus,
look at my moon-cow eyes -
only a walrus can gawk like that,
but she’s just not buying
the whole walrus thing.
Later like a good bear
I hold out my dish as she says:
dinner is ready.