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


Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay

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

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

Prayer Is Boring

A poem from 2019


Prayer is boring
But why should this be?
Talking is not boring
And prayer is talking
Talking to an invisible God
Known or unknown god


Is the boring part that you don’t hear an answer?
Believe me, some people talk nonstop
You can’t get a word in edgeways
If you ask me, listening to these windbags is boring
If anyone is bored by prayer
It’s likely to be God


Image by ZeeNBee from Pixabay
https://pixabay.com/vectors/worried-bored-sad-boy-man-stress-2296975/

Monday, 23 September 2019

Inhale Exhale

A poem from 2019


He gorged himself on their souls
Inhale exhale inhale exhale
Even his smile appeared as a frown
He can’t live like this
He can’t live


She looked down and saw blood on the floor
Inhale exhale inhale exhale
Her heart and mind did not react
Is she bleeding to death?
A paper cut?


Brain frozen in numb skull
Inhale exhale inhale exhale
Staring at one of those four walls
Watching the paint dry
Life goes by


Image by Kathleen Port from Pixabay
https://pixabay.com/photos/street-art-breathe-inhale-exhale-2720456/

Friday, 20 September 2019

A Ghost

A poem from 2019


Am I a ghost that you see right through me?
Am I a ghost that you talk right over me?
Am I a ghost that you never notice the look in my eyes when you walk in the room?
Am I a ghost that you freeze in my presence?
Am I dead to you? A spectre? Best avoided?
A horror? A chill? A scream? Can’t you hear me scream?

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/mannequin-lying-down-street-dead-1208188/

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Carbon Tax

A poem from 2019

It’s too hot!
It’s too cold!
It’s too wet!


Climate change!
Carbon Tax!
The people’s fault!


Blah blah blah…
Blah blah blah…
Blah blah blah...


Image by fvoellmer from Pixabay
https://pixabay.com/photos/cat-domestic-cat-sleep-basket-tired-203817/

Saturday, 14 September 2019

Demockracy

A poem from 2019


Here’s one man
Here’s one vote
Take a note
Of the promises made
Take a note
Because one day
You may find you voted for a liar


Me and my constituents
We may not always agree
But they represent me
And when they’re wrong
I’ll do what I need to do
To ram the programme through


All hail the mighty Leader
I stand firmly behind you
All hail the mighty Party
I will always oppose you
It’s the role I choose


The people, they are sovereign
But the people can’t agree
I only am the people
The people are not me


Everything I do is right
Against injustice I will fight
Snack on a tasty sound bite


Cross my ballot and hope to die
Fingers crossed, now did I lie?

Vote for me and not for him!

Image by John Mounsey from Pixabay
https://pixabay.com/photos/polling-station-poll-election-day-2643466/