Fuck The Red Roses!

 

red roses

Roses are in bloom

and summer is in the air.

I love the whole world.

This mood is quite rare.

 

So rare is this mood,

that it does not exist

This is a piece of shit,

with just a new twist.

 

Fuck the red roses.

And to hell with summer time.

I hate the whole world

because it’s filled with racist slime.

 

I don’t need to play nice.

Nor will I write about fairies.

The whole world is on fire

and I am done with ‘hail marys’.

 

Prayers, I don’t need.

They have no relevance.

People must be praying

for the spread of malevolence.

 

When I look around

only brutality do I see.

There is no real love.

I see evil and barbarity.

 

You say that life is great!

Who are you kidding?

Wake up and face reality

of the bombing and the killing.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

This poem is all about sarcasm and irony. Summer will soon be upon us but it would seem to be another ‘Summer of our discontent’. I cannot see the roses for the brutality and the suffering that is being inflicted by so-called ‘humans’ against each other.

 

 

July Heat!

rocking chair

Sizzling and burning in the July heat
enticing him with a perky treat.

Lazily rockin’ on my front porch,
the sun beams down its rays to scorch.

Desert like and dry as dust
as languor gives way to sex and lust.

A taste of wine as tongues collide
and sweat drenched legs open wide.

A shaft of warmth enters paradise
for bliss is reached, not once but twice.

Screams shatter the silence of a summer’s day,
and two lovers are gone in a blinding ray.

Such was this illusion conjured up in my mind.
It was a fantasy, a dream of the wanton kind.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland