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Poetry from a Dublin Scientist

Month: December, 2013

Christmas Came Early!

I don’t often reblog but this is amazing.

Apoplectic Apostrophes

My dear readers, I got an early Christmas present that I’d like to share with all of you. Last night, I reached 1000 followers on my blog! I would like to say a humongous thank you to each and every one of you. I am honoured and thrilled that you find my writing interesting enough to keep coming back.

In return for all your awesomeness, I’d like to share a tongue-in-cheek Christmas poem with you that’s never been published before today. I wrote this several years ago when I was taking a class in Behavioural Neuroscience. Not only did we need to know the functions of various brain structures, we also had to be able to label them on different cross-sectional diagrams. My final exam was on December 21st. Needless to say, I had brains on my mind that Christmas. So, without further ado, I give you my neuroscience-themed Christmas poem:

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Hug you

Let me hug you
Let me wrap my arms around you
Envelope you
Hold you
Protect you from the world
From the cold
Warm you in the heat of my love

Let me hug you
Caressing your back
My chin on your shoulder
Smelling your hair
Whispering in your ear
Sharing a moment
That no one else can steal

Let me hug you
Let us get as close as we can
Cheek to check
Chest to chest
Arm in arm
As I hold you in my arms
Saying I’ll never let you go

Haikus 171213

Waiting for the bus
A cold wind blows through the streets
Shiver while I stand

A lazy morning
I suppose I should go in
But the bed’s so warm

The girlfriend is gone
To the far side of the world
We’re now long distance

The Smack

It happened in the school yard at lunch

Young Jimmy hit Clive with a punch

For what Clive had said ’bout his mum

And his very best chum

And quite a bit more I would hunch

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Like no one had seen before

The punch made the small hitee soar

He flew in an arc

Landed on some bark

Then lay out flat on the floor

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Clive was passed out on his tush

While the crowd lay in wait in a hush

Then got up with a din

But his face made a grin

 And then in apology blush

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For some people don’t know their place

And make jokes about sex or of race

And the number one cure

That will sort them for sure

Is to give them a smack in the face

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Written for Trifecta week one hundred and six