this terminal world
pointless as heaven or hell
for seasons reason
kiss the autumn leaves adieu
spoon the snowman till you melt
© by bg 2021
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tanka by a wanka 3 drowning evolution
from the moons birds view
earths feeble crop of green hair
is drowned by bald blue
i hear seaweed is healthy
mind warp to devolve whomans
© by bg 2021
tanka by a wanka 2 the elites trickle down effect
water licking toes
gonna be drowned by high moon
back to the pearl gates
a sewage pipe above spews
busking outside man made hell
© by bg 2021
a tanka by a wanka -1 piers morgan
i turn on the box
to face the dribbling spigot
morgan the bigot
oak cast of poorly aged wine
blech i yell waking the house
© bg 2021
haunting errors
searching for god still
in the haunted house
perched upon a man made hill
i stare into a ghost's mirror
no nobodaddy do i see
but the beast is getting nearer
the savior fades into the sea
i hear a groaning door
in the haunted house
thats resting on the sea shore
i look back at the ghost mirror
i see the beasts wanted poster
his aged face is getting clearer
my quarry is getting closer
i float like a ghost
in the haunted house
that sails the milky way's coast
i stare out a shattered window
where time is reversed
the sunrise is full of innuendo
physics reacts unrehearsed
i stand as a porch post
apart from the haunted house
left behind like a burnt signpost
to the house of lucid dreams
to the house of mimicking mirrors
to the house of echoing requiems
to the house of haunted errors
© bg 2021
a swinging haiku
apes blend into doors
coffin lids we walk over
towards the gallows
© by bg 2021
The endeavor of man gods
In the lab of man gods i am way pass the time i was begging for my caged immortal end those mad egotistical scientist of moral crime Who have gone completely round the bend believe in giving immortality to the dying so their fanatic will shall be done Their maniac laughs drown out the crying And A barrel of rum will be my casket yeah I’ll cross the river styx in my basket While I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee Yeah On an island i’ll get out still a raindog Yeah oh yeah Just to cock my leg on life's tree Just to cock my leg on life's tree Allah's brewed up jihads will never win peace Jesus can never return from whence he never came Buddha sits taking his placebos on his sheepskin fleece God’s spill from his blood bath still rains death with flame While they give out immortality to the dying All so their fanatic will shall be done While their maniac laughs drown out the crying And A barrel of rum will be my casket yeah I’ll cross the river styx in my basket I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee Yeah On an island i’ll get out still a raindog Yeah oh yeah Just to cock my leg on life's tree Just to cock my leg on life's tree Then i’ll jump from that rock into the river To be swept drunkenly out to sea Lost where peace will finally deliver To be lost forever from man gods endeavor © By bg 2020
eternities devils
disengaged
birds flew
bye
sigh
people wearing mask
me in mine
nothing new
hiding corpse blue
how do they breathe
suffocate
in their deceased beliefs
wearing wrist watch wreaths
while i don’t write
anymore
the world took its toll
from rocky peaks i roll
i was just a delusion
that angels flew
bye
wings disengaged
plummeting
into
eternities
hell
through
my
shot round
gaps
©by bg 2020
school play review
the fantastical Mr Trump
plays
peter peter peter
and from
rapunzels golden tower
so sue me
judas
delusional preformances
didnt bungle
a singular word
afterwards
Mr Trump
claims
to have played
jesus christ
superstar
soooo
suckcesfully
Mr Trump
who
directed the play
was quoted
as saying
“the show was a
revelation
no one casts
extras
into
lakes of
fired
like me
i’m
sooooo good
at it”
no one
but
Mr Trump
knows
what
IT
IS
catch
the next
performance
at
covid home theatres
easter friday
close to you
for nz fake news reviews
i’m bg
back to you
voters.
©bg 2020
an unhealthy haiku
meek corona wins
climate change’s pyramids
gravity still works
©bg 2019
