The Planets 5 - Saturn, The Bringer of Old Age

A poem from 2019

Time creeps on so slowly that you don’t really notice it

Unrelenting, the seconds tick by but you don’t always hear them

Sinister, how you look back and notice how much you’ve slowed down

Crawling, age becomes what it was never intended to be

Death screams in your face, on repeat

Meekly you shrink back

Bells sound, a kind of welcoming home

Still moments of joy peek through

The Planets 4 - Jupiter, The Bringer of Jollity

A poem from 2019

By Jove! What a grand entrance he makes

This is not the image he usually brings to mind

Stolen by a jolly fat man

Here he comes, a fanfare

Laughing, in three-four time

Spinning around

Take your partner by the hand

Wait your turn

He will get to you in the end

You have all eternity for a meet and greet

He strolls arm in arm with his children

The dancing mice so tiny should watch their steps

Though really they are in no danger

His peace he gives to us

His peace he gives to them

Galaxies cannot hold his mirth

All was made for his pleasure

Come and take your share

He has held back nothing good

You can laugh now

You couldn’t cry if you wanted

All tears have been wiped

The Planet 3 - Mercury, The Winged Messenger

A poem from 2019

He is rising!
He gives you wings!

You fly high - on a high

Horses can be used for different things

Multi-purpose

A dancing horse that transforms

Gallops towards the Sun without getting burned

Returns with a rider in white

Bringing happy news!

Stardust, he flings and transforms us

A heavenly river he pours over us, refreshing

Golden shoes places on our feet, we dance

On golden pavements

Full of fairy smiles

We leave behind the myths

We become real!

We steal Pan’s pipes and run around

Background noise fades

Now come joy and jollity

Praise and glee

Now it increases without measure

Faith and hope shed

All that remains is love!

The Planets Part 2 - Venus, The Bringer of Peace

A poem from 2019

The calm before the storm of war

The silence after the destruction

War there, peace here

We are untouched by it

Do we help the victims?

We didn’t make them undergo countless horrors

We didn’t rob them of their smiles

Sleep, my baby, sleep, my child

Happy days lullaby

Gently, a mother sings

A soft tune, a romance, a nonsense

It’s all the same to one who knows no language

Soothing, Venus caresses

Holds us by the hand

Leads us to a land of dreams

Ballerina, dances pretty waltzes

Pink fluffiness, we sigh, this is wonderful

A little innocence, could it not have stayed this way?

Unfallen, bliss, she lifts her legs from the ground

She flies, excitement buzzing through her

Tiny bells, tinker bells, Eden

Forever young

The guns have stopped forever, for now

Relief washes away tears

Darkness fades

And then there is nothing

The Planets Part 1 - Mars, The Bringer of War

A poem from 2019

Can you hear it in the distance?

The sounds of darkness approach

Tap tappy tap like morse code

Such tiny evil, barely perceptible

Is it imagination?

Drums, unmistakable

Boots on the ground, marching

Trumpets blowing, we fear

We are a peace loving people

We are not prepared for this

Ominous, our hearts melt within us

Giants emerge, wielding weapons

We run, they chase

Our steps shorter than their Goliath strides

Trapped

We are martyred

Blows crash down upon our heads

A dagger through the eyes

They are not playing

Limbs sliced off

Harsh, human brutality

Man as animals tear flesh for fun

Thunder comes from their mouths, no laughter

Full frontal assault, relentless

Intense virago, their sex betrayed

Piercing, screaming

They do not know us

Yet they hate us

They are bent on conquest

World domination

Blood soaks into the ground

We are fallen

It is quiet

Death’s silence

Death’s orgy still

Mr. Plow

A poem from 2019

He curses global warming

Except when it brings the “worst winter ever”

He prays for snow

Will somebody think of the children?

He hates the gritters

He seethes at the salters

What’s a guy got to do to make a living in this place?

When the white stuff falls

He dances a little dance

Kerching, he sings

Blizzards make him boogie

Drifts cause delight

It’s cold, hard work

But could it ever be lucrative enough?

He wants to spend nine months of the year

With his feet up

Sipping beer

And watching sports on tv

Introverts

A poem from 2019

Introverts of the world - UNITE!

In our own small corners

Certainly not together in the same room

That would be, well - AWKWARD

Black Ice

A poem from 2019

I can’t see you

And that makes you a dangerous enemy

Imposing yourself on top of reality

A slight distortion

It’s enough to send us sliding

Careering to injury

Maybe to an unrepentant death

What an unusual form for you to take

Black ice

Not red or fiery

Not an angel in white

You seek to stay hidden away where nobody sees you

Where they can blame God

Or some natural phenomenon