Asparagus Soup

A poem from 2019

Rich man’s food

Turned into poor man’s food

Becoming old man’s food

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Algorithm

A poem from 2019

Tick follows tock

Day follows night

Foot follows sock

Kiss follows fight

Complex computations

Lifetime celebrations

Endless variables

Keep it simple

1,2,3

The Bible tells me

God loves me

Sin, death, salvation

Calvary, tree

Overcome addiction

Eat yourself slim

Endure affliction

Crucify Him

Baby born at Christmas

Baby dies for me

Baby rises from the dead

Tock follows tick

Night follows day

Sock follows foot

Fight follows kiss

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/gothic-fantasy-dark-dark-angel-1629448/

Dancing In The Dark

A poem from 2019

I see your heart

Dancing in the dark

Glinting in reflected, unseen light

Where does this joy come from?

You’re in an impossible situation

Yet you find the strength to shine

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https://pixabay.com/photos/bokeh-blur-lights-background-352485/

A Point Missed

A poem from 2019

Someone can read the signs

But I, I am blind

The sound of a trumpet is unclear

Even for one with ears to hear

We once spoke of a God who died

Then in His name we killed and lied

Still they argue, devour, behead

Yes, I am blind, but you, you are dead

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https://pixabay.com/photos/people-woman-cloth-hair-2574506/

Killer Queen

A poem from 2019

She keeps cigarettes and alcohol in her pretty cabinet

She can’t give up either as much as she wants to

She knows they kill but only ever other people

Her lungs are not black, her liver not scarred

Her life not sad, her body not wrecked

The mirror mirror on the wall tells her she’s still pretty

It wouldn’t dare say anything else

It would spell seven years bad luck in landfill

Among putrid, decomposing rubbish, the flesh of the West

Picked over by Indonesian children trying to get a few more rupiah

Smelly money never killed anyone

Keep that consumerism coming, folks

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https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-smoking-cigarette-tobacco-918616/

Windbag

A poem from 2019

Somebody likes the sound of their own voice

As words pour out like hurricanes

Debris flung in the faces of objects of wrath

Placards, banners, prefabricated

Beat down imaginary opponents like riot police

Words cuff hands and drag you to court

A sense of super-self-importance

The proud will be brought low

The humble shall be lifted up

The ignorance of all is there to see

Image by Iván Tamás from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/illustrations/fire-and-water-fight-hands-fire-2354583/

Scratchcard

A poem from 2019

If only I can win, everything will be better

I’ll move to a nice district with a big house

Give up work and take holidays every month

Living off the interest, I’ll buy all new gadgets

Drink champagne for breakfast

Stick up two fingers to the world

Spend my days eating deluxe Belgian chocolate

Lying in bed watching a giant TV

But the only thing I cannot change

I will still be me

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https://pixabay.com/photos/business-empire-money-man-suit-3716552/