At Times
At times,
I feel
A perturbed sense of isolation
Standing amidst stalwarts
Along their side,
Shoulder to shoulder
Not knowing any milder
A word of poetry
Except perhaps mine is creative.
Of newer vein
In veins seeded,
Some 13.5 billion years ago,
But such plants of imagination
Must grow,
As weeds
Then only twill be a challenge
For glorious poets
To lauratious poems seed

An Open Apology

how far to go with hidden information,
how to avoid the things
that could offend.......... by ma’am ANN of Norway

What a joy Ma'am
Each word spoken or written
That emanates from a mind divine,
Twill be a pleasure
To treasure,
Those in my mind,
Hope to some day it refine,
If only ma'am once again can forgive
This silly egoistic
Ass of a poet
Of my kind

loved lovely honey istan

Struck
If you have to be struck
Never be struck
With or in awe
Strike with a paw
And
Then the poet
Will floor

If you want to know more
Then do knock at my door
But never in awe

Oh What of Love

Oh what of love
Do you know?
How within the inners
Of ones heart
It does glow
It ignites
Nay burns my whole
That do you know?

As Long As You Love
That makes me serve
My life’s purpose
Of making you get over
Those veils of ghastly time
Now cast away
As you too say,
Tomorrow will
And
As it does come
Your lovely way

Exterminate those evil thoughts,
Of yesterday,
Come along with me
Let’s games play
For tomorrows shall
As will, as you do say
Come every moment
As moments like this one
Comes today.

Had I Been a Frenchman
I would've invited you,
To the Riviera
Given you lessons in French,
How to mature a frenchy kiss,
Yes Miss
I often tried to cast you
Into a lovely piece of poetry
I'd make a mould out of you
To pull you out of the doldrums
Of Frenchy thoughts and imagination
So I could help fulfil your frustration
Of having in France
A happy romance
But not with a Frenchy may be
An Italian, a stallion
A villain a sexy medallion
Then make you wonder

James Dan Bond 0007

A rainbow comes
Once in a way
Is it the same?
With my poetry
Do you wish to say?
It comes out good
Only once in a way
Say if you have to so say
But do dan 0007
James Dan Bond
Read my poetry
Just again anyway
Its snowing
So no rainbow today

So Beautiful

DEPRIVATION AND DENIAL

Are the seeds to poetry?
From the mind of a poet
That’s why poets,
Most of them had sex
Before they composed,
That also goes for any artist,
How so ever fantastic,
The love ensues
And then the mind pursues,
The ecstasy or love or its deficiency too
A poet alone can tell you
How the kiss of life
Can prolong,
If not life,
But memories like the actors of Titanic
God bless their souls will he

Your lips divine
Give me an opportunity
To define
That as we place
A lip upon lip
We would perhaps
Entwine
Like a vine
Ending up
In my most favourite
Frenchy,
With a sip of wine

House Husbands cost less or more?

Man is less costly.
He does all the house chores,
As and when you’re in parlour stores
Or buying crème may be,
He attends to kids,
Here i do see.

This guy’s wife goes to work
And he can't his duty shirk,
He goes to school,
Drops the kids,
Keeps one busy at home
While the child plays
He cooks his way
And
Then gets back to school