Saturday, October 16, 2010

MY DREAM




my dream had a dream house
haunted and Petter as a mouse
ghost lurked in the dark
and farted with a spark
spark was invisible and
the slimy sticky smell inevitable.

my dream had no fire extinguisher
not even a perfume held in canister
such was my smelly dream
with a ghosts yellow cream.

my dream ghost was a pyrate
his sight made me gyrate
he was a one legged and had other as a wood
in me had a feeling ,he meant no good.

my dream ghost was in love with food
clanking sound of search made his wood
once i heard a nasty sound
my confidence growled to look around

buttoned hat and pistol in hand at right
and he held in his teeth a cutlass bright
my confidence paled and cried help!help!
but Petter fled with terrified yelp!

my dream had a saviour dragon
who clashed his tail like irons in dungeon
had a big sharp teeth
and the scales underneath

the ghost gaped at dragon
he gulped some wine from his flagon
he fired two bullets,they didn't hit
and dragon gobbled him every bit!

such was my dream with a dream house
with a ghost ,a dragon and petter as a mouse!


----RUSHIKESH[elrussa]










Tuesday, October 5, 2010

R. I. P. BROOKS



...[THIS POETRY COMES AS A DEPICTION OF LONG LASTING HOPE..THEN DESPAIR...SADLY AN END WITH "ACCEPTANCE=INSTITUTION"]



what if pitty had a meaning?
and clouds would like me?
i would be wonderful as an institution
riding on china clay,no illusion
for years i've been condemned
yet no scary shadow hound me!
the friars who turned to ash
have denied me the death.
the call is rejected!

           [rip brook]
        -RUSHIKESH [ELRUSSA]