Saturday, 28 December 2019

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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Saturday, 21 December 2019

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


Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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

Sunday, 15 December 2019

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/

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

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

Image by Linus Schütz from Pixabay

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

Monday, 2 December 2019

Floppy Disk

A poem from 2019

People say I’m out of date
But does that bother me? No!
I am a fount of information
You couldn’t dream of all I know
The essentials
The meaning of life
Not all manner of gossip, hate and nonsense


I know truth
I am solid, four square
You can rely on me
A slim model, hardly
Perhaps you find me clunky
Within my hard shell is a soft centre of love


I am protected but the ashes to ashes
The dust to dust of wicked man
Can twist me out of shape
That is not me
That is a rogue copy



Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/black-business-computer-computing-18320/

Thursday, 21 November 2019

Polytunnel

A poem from 2019

I am in need of protection
In season and out of season
Predatory cold and clouds stalk me
Can you save me?
Can you shelter me?
A place to hide
A place to grow
Wafer thin it seems to be
A force field to shield
Can I rely on you?

Monday, 18 November 2019

Pick My Pocket

A poem from 2019

You took money out of my pocket
And gave it to the workshy, the dossers and the lazy
You took money out of my pocket
And saved the life of a stranger while wasting billions on inefficient IT systems
You took money out of my pocket
And educated the children of others, turning them into politically correct, brainwashed fools
You took money out of my pocket
And flew overseas, at times to help the poor and at times to gun them down
You took money out of my pocket
To build roads and bridges I will never travel along
You took money out of my pocket
And gave it to a foreign superstate
And when I ask, who gave you the right?
You say, well, you voted us in

Image by Eric Perlin from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/illustrations/shakedown-robbery-theft-tax-money-1340048/

Saturday, 16 November 2019

Thin Places

A poem from 2019

heaven and earth mingle
who has the upper hand?
thin places, where God and man commune
a piece of bread, a sip of wine
a bowed head and a thankful heart
sins forgiven and life begins again


Image:
unsplash-logoJames Coleman

https://unsplash.com/photos/50p5AYPNxY8

Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Stasis

A poem from 2019

They were excited
Entering their first home for the first time
He somehow managed to carry her over the threshold
For a laugh
And it was indeed a giggle
They didn’t yet know about the dead body in the loft


Slowly decomposing
Food for flies and maggots
Yet blissfully unaware of it
Of anything
As flesh was deconstructed
So was society


If Jim could just wake up fifty years in the future
What technological advances would make life easier?
Flying cars?
He doesn’t realise that society will be unrecognisable
A temporal culture shock
All that he cherished would have gone
Replaced by pollution and decadence


Lie on the sofa for a bit
A nice cup of tea will make all things right

unsplash-logoToa Heftiba

https://unsplash.com/photos/yZDYBogsWEc

Thursday, 7 November 2019

I Am Wonderful

A poem from 2019

I am wonderful
I am amazing
I am fantastic


Unlike you


I am incredible
I am terrific
I am excellent


Unlike you


I am brilliant
I am fabulous
I am marvellous


Unlike you


I am sensational
I am awesome
I am… THUD


He is cold
He is stiff
He is dead


Unlike you


Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/man-human-person-rest-sleep-3851339/

Sunday, 3 November 2019

Chocolate Orange

A poem from 2019

Whack me on the bottom
Unwrap me and
I will give you what you like
Smooth and silky
Melting in your mouth 
Essential kisses


Irresistable
I’m made to share
But I’m all yours if you dare
Disappearing
One small kiss at a time
Vanishing act, want more?


Image by WikimediaImages from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/chocolate-candy-sugar-sweet-2202132/

Thursday, 31 October 2019

Smelly

A poem from 2019

I love the smell of hypocrisy in the morning
I turn on the computer to the whiff of disdain
A strong odour of self-righteousness assaults me
The pungent scent of a lack of self-awareness


On my side? You can do no wrong!
On the other side? You can do no right!
Anonymity and distance breed contempt
A blind madness of sickening souls


Image by Nina Garman from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/vectors/graphic-yuck-smiley-yuck-smiley-3943389/

Wednesday, 23 October 2019

Adrift

A poem from 2019



Stuck in the middle of a dense darkness
Separated from you, but not too far
I drifted away, it was stupid and wrong
Will you reach out to me, or must I run?


Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/hands-reach-people-silhouette-2606959/

Wednesday, 9 October 2019

Eggshells

A poem from 2019


Delicate soul
We walk around her quietly
So as not to disturb
Her peace?
Our peace!


She will easily shatter
A subject we must avoid
But we have to talk about…
Sshhhhh!
You’ll regret it if you try


You will end up in prison
Upsetting her
Preserve the insanity
It’s the only way you’ll get a good night’s sleep
Untroubled by the lies



Image by Ian MacQueen from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/statue-child-girl-stone-texture-62768/

Thursday, 3 October 2019

Pomegranate

A poem from 2019


A million seeds held together by a Father’s love
A million seeds containing a precious Son’s blood
A bitter-sweet experience, a Body divided, yet one

Image by Edeni Mendes da Rocha Teka from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/fruit-pomegranate-red-nature-1323080/

Saturday, 28 September 2019

Law of Attraction

A poem from 2019


Big kahuna, riding the big wave of positive thinking
Without blinking living in a cosmic bubble
He thinks, and so he is - bundle of energy
Karmic parasite, feeding on reincarnated psychobubbles
Happy Universe, it’s on his side 
Pantheist particle, non-anthropomorphic speakers
A canvas blanked fate create paint his picture
Patterns of imaginary buttons pushed to no effect, it’s all (mis)interpretation


Light, a pretty light, magicked pretty image into being
Magnetised magenta spectacles tinted rose
Confident, love money learn the art
Sweetness is she love of his life


Think imagine magic money tree abundant
Glass palatial sees the thirteenth eye
Not greedy just wanting more and more in peaces
Cream and peaches vanity no mirrors no image no dark


She sits alone and cries, as an adult it never goes away
Led by her uncle when they were all alone


He begs on streets in the hot city as cars drive past
Throwing dust into his face on this, his cardboard home


Her baby hasn’t eaten for days as flies go in and out its open mouth
Dying, a dictator embezzles all the money, Swiss bank account


Sitting at the bus stop, minding his own business, engrossed in a smartphone
Along comes a spider with a kitchen knife and plunges it into his stomach


Bombs fly overhead as land grabs progress
Direct hit, bodies dismantled in a millisecond of mess


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https://pixabay.com/illustrations/smiley-emoticon-greed-money-dollar-822993/