Poems

Another Tasteless Kitschmas!

Posted on

IF CHRISTMAS COMES EARLIER EACH YEAR, then so can my “Tasteless Kitschmas” Song (see the 3 images below). Do you think it will get in the “Hit Parade”? 🤣 The melody is in a “Skiffle” style, a bit like “My Old Man’s a Dustman”. 🙂 You’ll never hear me sing it; but I mean every word of it. Christmas… an obscenity on the face of humanity — like a hairy wart on a beauty-queen’s nose. What does it have to do with Christ? Nothing at all. Enjoy the song though… Click on “Read the rest of this Entry” to read it all: Read the rest of this entry »

Cessation of Hostilities (New Poem for Armistice Day)

Posted on Updated on

 

Cessation of Hostilities

There has never been a true “cessation of hostilities”.
For those three NewSpeak words can only ever be
a gassy smokescreen made to mask the secret liability
of those for whom all peace is all ways merely just
the disingenuous space that comes between 2 wars.

In every dirty hushful place where vulture salesmen
gather to be pedlars of the means of our destruction, Read the rest of this entry »

I Am a Citizen of Nowhere!

Posted on

Snapshot_52

TO ANY BUDDING BUREAUCRAT OR APPARATCHIK OF THE STATE who may imagine this is their concern (although it’s none of anybody’s business [and yet, in a way, it’s everybody’s too]): I AM A CITIZEN OF NOWHERE — inhabitant of déjà vu. For I am not part of this wasteland world. Where I come from, a thesaurus (that is, a treasure-chest) of gemstone words has swirled inside all heads from long before they were a twinkle in an angel’s eye. Where I come from, it is irrational to fear to die — unnatural to never cry with tears of blesséd joy. Where I come from, bureaucracy would never calcify the Read the rest of this entry »

“Are You Shaming Me?” [poem]

Posted on Updated on

sport-1013876_1280

From what I have observed of shame, it has a taste.
Metallic, subtle, sulphurously hiding underneath
one’s gritted teeth, it cloaks itself in sugar-coated
candyflossedish vain houdiniesque derangerous
escapological decay. For people run from shame as if
it was a guillotine or other similarly end-it-all device.
Read the rest of this entry »

A Necessary Veil (poem)

Posted on Updated on

Door in the Dark

Staring longsome at the quietbusy midnight sky,
nostalgia curtseys at the threshold of my soul
as waves of tearful joy unlock what once was
hidden by a necessary veil across my eyes. Read the rest of this entry »

Dispossessed [poem]

Posted on Updated on

Earthy Forest Floor

Decades of weaving days drove by unnoticed
hobbling slidely through
the unkempt meadow of my brevity.
A fierce uncertain frailness flies in heavenly strands
towards the cracked unmended plate of joy
which earlier in my halcyon days had slipped
out of my tender clumsy hands

Read the rest of this entry »

Sonnet 69

Posted on Updated on

69

So now I reached the age of full consent.
My tongue at last can flutter on some clit —
her mouth a scabbard for my sword (her scent
will make me drunk with love, I must admit).

Until that day, the numbers don’t perform
to make that “three-six-oh” degree design.
But when it comes, there’ll be a thunderstorm
and on each other’s love-juice we will dine.

For cunnilingus is no common word.
Fellatio is equally obtuse.
Now, one year short of seven-oh, I’m stirred
to find some willing darling to seduce.

The time to make those body-parts align
is surely at the age of sixty-nine!

 

© Alan Morrison, 2018