Some sail the ocean, voyaging wide

daring danger with youthfull pride

run with the wind or drift with the tide.

Adventure is the fuel.

Some plunge the ocean, diving deep

beyond safe light where creatures creep

unknown to men who aim to keep

discovery as their rule.

Some travel wide and deep as well

heroes indeed as legends tell,

who enter heaven via hell,

their fame bright as a jewel.

Others are timid and stay at home

content to fester instead of roam

preferring shallows to ocean foam -

who's for a dip in the pool ?

The times they are a'changing

Whatever happened to those manly handshakes?

Metamorphosed into high fives, fist bumps.

But now mutated into male embraces - cheek bumps.

She wants

to be diaphonous as her dress,

an insubstantial spirit free

from all the disagreeable stress

of functioning biology;

to banish farts and faeces, sweat

and menstrual liquidity

but what I want is warmth in bed

her smoothness and solidity.

She hopes her pungent perfumes quell

all hint of animality

but I prefer the ranker smell

of female sexuality.

Despite our differences I learn

to treat her dreams with gravity

and she endeavours in her turn

to live with my depravity.

Cheap Playlist

The DJ danced

as if entranced

by the music that he'd played.

The people stood

as if of wood

regretting the money they'd paid.

I waited at the crossing for

the cars to stop and lights to change

but facing me they'd wait no more

to pass across and extend their range.

One after another, then twos then fours

past the red light they surged ahead,

unstoppable, ignoring the laws -

one hundred frigate birds overhead.

Tweets 21

The torment of a man's old age:  young women

Avenida Vieira Souto

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It's hard to judge quite which is best

of parading male and female breast -

the boobs on the birds

or the pecs on the geeks.

RANKINGS

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The song before the singer.

The poem over the poet.

The art above the artist.

it's hard getting up

from bathing in the warmth

of the winter bedclothes

MENTAL  AVIANS

My thoughts used to perch

and sing like blackbirds

but now they fly away

like swallows.

TRACER  SHELLS ?

Somebody's firing silver bullets

streaking across the summer sky.

They seem to be coming from near the airport.

Does anybody know why?

WHAT A WOMAN WANTS

Boyfriend, lover, husband, father.

The essence of feminine beauty

is a pretty face and a slim curvy body.

The crux of masculine beauty

is a pretty face and a slim muscled body.

When to wear leather

depends on the weather.

Most of those mistakes I make

every single day

are due to one arch-criminal

who just won't go away.

Any relation to Moriarty?

Gravity !

Forget souls; try sufaces

Personalities are surfaces with idiosyncrasies,

not smooth but covered in bumps and dips,

snags and dents, scars and scratches;

too smooth and they just slide past each other

but sometimes the imperfections don't miss

but catch one another, so to speak - kiss,

and then each surface has another that matches.