The Face of Evil

A poem from 2018

To see the face of evil

Watch a TV drama

Take a look at the news

Read a daily paper

Walk the streets at night

Or better still

Take a look in the mirror

Serenity

A poem from 2018

All around her mind
Confusion hovers
Dancing the devil's dance

She closes her eyes
Prays
And finds the peace of Christ

Saved

A poem from 2018

Serious operation

Cancer cut away

Life saved

Hooray and praise!

Daily weakness

Recurring sickness

Violent pain

In and out of hospital

Was it worth denying him heaven for this?

Abandoned

A poem from 2018

Fishers of men
The boat abandoned
Entertain me now

Croissant

A poem from 2018

Preformed opinions

Layered with fat

To make you a frozen emotion

Cerebral heart attack on legs

“Hang on, where's the caffeine?”

Wait till it boils

Wait till you boil over

Wait till you're our puppy dog

We can stroke you and your ego

Massage you and roll you over

Ready to do our will

We make you snowflaky

Tear you apart

Controlled by unseen hands

You are our instrument

Shout and scream in the faces

Of all who don't conform

Shadow Man

A poem from 2018

When I look at you
Shame on me!
All I see
Shadows of humanity
Assumptions of sinfulness
Less than divine

But God shines brighter
From glory to glory
We change by faith
Open my eyes
To see Your child
As You see them
Entirely beloved

Nature Awakes

A poem from 2018

Nature awaits
Nature awakes
God's creation
Turned pagan goddess
She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry!

Pretty Eyes

A poem from 2018

You have such pretty eyes!

OMG, did I just say that out loud?

No.

I didn't.

That Moon

A poem from 2018

That moon

That strange-looking moon

Pregnant with meaning

Only for the fevered imagination

Of the poet

The devil

And the eschatologist

Place of the Skull

A poem from 2018

On a faraway hill
Before the future
Memorialises the spot

Dark, distant crosses
Distant, darkened skies
God dies
It is finished

Eleven men mourn
Not yet understanding
The Sun will come out again

Pawn

A poem from 2018

I see you hit the big time

I see you hit the small screen

I see your sob story

I believe your pain is real

What about the pain of others?

What about their shouts of joy?

What has made you special?

Misery’s poster girl or boy?

Are you a pawn in the media's game?

Or are they a pawn in yours?

Bad Hair Day

A poem from 2018

It's a bad hair day
I see no evil, speak no evil
Blind to the evil inside
You can't judge me
I'm my own boss
And if I want to stay in bed all day
What is that to you?

One day
One good hair day
Maybe you'll cry
With open eyes
Tears of repentance
Christ inside

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Now

A poem from 2018

I'm flying by the seat of my pants

No sense of where I see myself in five year's time

No plans and no goals

And I don't have a problem with that

Just living life one day at a time

When I can keep my mind from wandering

Not worrying about the bright future

I'm happy enough just doing my thing

Fin de siecle

A poem from 2018

An era ends

The bad old days

A new dawn on the horizon

Progress

Optimism

Excitement

This, too, will end in tears

Alcopops

A poem from 2018

A little bit grown up

A little bit fashionable

A little bit sweet

And a little bit tasty

Sip away

Ply away

Play away

Fly away

A little bit happy

A little bit used to it

A little bit artificial

And a little bit preplanned

Smile away

Stare away

Dream away

Flare away

A little bit older

A little bit young

A little bit naughty

And a little bit dumb

Life away

Frown away

Night away

Drown away

Map

A poem from 2018

A pearl of great price
Hidden where few will find
A way, a truth, a life
A map to guide the blind
X marks the spot, defiled
By the enemy of mankind
Intervene, O God
Restore the true design

The Village

A poem from 2018

They look smart in dresses, in suits and ties

But their native language is lies

Aloft and aloof they stand

Sneering at the common man

Appreciate your concern

But hope that you will burn

A democratic pretence

Always talking nonsense

Trapped inside a bubble

That’s the trouble

Talk and talk into the night

A preordained decision, ayes to the right

With weasel words they hide the truth

They deceive both old and youth

Dishonourable machinations

The Village serves its own imagination

Snouts in the trough, money talks

You cannot beat the system

Choose your leaders

But they are only puppets

Shoot one down and up pops another just the same, only much worse

And still we defend them, attack them

We petition them and it makes no difference

On it grinds, the wheel that crushes the population

Isolation

A poem from 2018

A big, bad world
We see it on TV
Murder on every corner
Death on every street

Brick up the doors
Keep the wicked out
Obsess in front of CCTV
Sound the panic alarm

Isolation
Keep your enemies away
And your friends further away
Trust has died