Monday, 14 September 2020

Inside, Outside

 A 2020 poem


Wearing a smile

And yet a bag of bones

Putrefying, stinking mass

Bubbling, boiling

Troubling, toiling


Wearing a scowl

Choice morsel of anger

Arrogant, fetid mass

Self, righteous

Self righteous


WYSIWYG

Or maybe not

Is it in the eyes

Or in the soul

A whole hole


Inside, be clean

Outside, be bright

In God’s image

Shining, light

Shining light


Image by Roger King from Pixabay

Saturday, 5 September 2020

Hemisemidemiquaver

 A 2020 poem


Sometimes we all mean the same thing
Only we say it in different ways
And sometimes this is an illusion
A way to make us feel like one big happy family

As for me, I am the least of the least
The smallest of the small
A mere inconsequential nothing
And yet still highly valued by the creator of music

You can get lost in a crowd
If you’re really skillful you may be able to avoid them
Life wouldn’t be the same without you
You are needed and loved



Photo by Uriel Soberanes on Unsplash

Saturday, 29 August 2020

Holding On

 A 2020 poem



Holding on

With a vice-like grip

To every last shred of human dignity

As it departs

Piece by piece


The forgetfulness

The vomit she sits in

The yellow stain of wet appearing

Ringing the bell

Falls asleep


Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/dependent-dementia-woman-old-age-63611/


Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Good News!

A 2020 poem


Good news! There is no God.
Good news! There is no hope.
Good news! Your life has no purpose.
Good news! There is neither good nor evil.
Good news! The universe is indifferent to you.
Good news! Hide that knife.
Good news! Call the Samaritans.
Good news! You don’t matter.
Good news! Okay, just go ahead and kill yourself.
Good news! No one cares.

Sunday, 5 July 2020

False Prophet

A 2020 poem


Let him be happy for a while
Fill his ears with lies, and smile


Calamity is creeping to his street
Marauding in the darkness
Claws extended, ready to take a swipe
Tell him he is safe
Clap your hands, tell jokes, distract
Play a little game, pocket the cash


Speak a vain imagining or three
Keep that silly talk away from me


Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/illustrations/smiley-emoticon-money-greed-funny-681601/

Thursday, 2 July 2020

Cold

A 2020 poem


It’s freezing
Your heart
I would feel sorry for you
But my heart is the same



Image by stux on Pixabay

Thursday, 18 June 2020