Recipe for Tainted Fungus

a sense of forboding
i feel my tension build
it is sinister and yet
I beg it to approach

supernovas as pinpricks
expand to fill my being
the mind seems cavernous
overflowed by a drop

whipping scythes
arc across and around
then swell to bubbles
that dance in the chaos

stretched and strained
into an agonising stutter
choked and squeezed
an eruption contained

the gate bursts open
the cascade rushes forth
engulfed, I am swept along
overwhelmed by triumph

Limmericks Don't Count

There once was a young man named Joe
Who thought he'd give poems a go
After one limmerick
He was fatally sick
His potential we will never know

Snow

Jagged shards of biting cold
Warm our hearts and soothe the soul
Childhood joys from times of old
Are ever preserved in the soft white folds

Birthdays

The single day of all the year that I feel the most mirth
Is the day on which my friends remind me of my worth
The day on which I truly feel my place upon the Earth
Is the day that I came to be, the day of my own birth

24 Seconds

My time at work, though it's no fun
Is when my best writing is done

When trapped in such monotony
Imagination wriggles free

To wander, muse and postulate
and once in a while perhaps create

A rhyme, a verse, like this one here!
Though soon comes true that which I feared...

I realise to my dismay
I've done sweet-f-all work today! ^_^

Expanding

With each and every passing day
The galaxies drift farther away
And though their light for millenis shines
Its journey lengthens all the time

Impendingly it seems to me
We're running out of time to see
The shift in mind it might provide
To see our world from the outside

Would Earthly woes seem petty and small?
Or would their importance be felt all the more?
But fearful I am we'll never know
As we gaze so far but with minds so closed

Therefore I feel I must implore
That we not allow this anymore
Let us head for the stars to clutch them in our hands
For no prize but them is quite as grand.