Poems

The Anachronous Lout [poem]

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A policeman charged me last night
with being drunk and disorderly,
having found me laughing helplessly,
tears streaming down, on a bench
in a park. He was cross, with a frown.
He said, “What the hell are you on?”
I said, “Life, love, trees & everyone…
and everything, and everywhere, Read the rest of this entry »

A Bird Within you Sings [poem]

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It all starts with the single thought:
There’s nowhere that I have to go,
nowhere that I have to be,
no one that I must impress —
and suddenly… Read the rest of this entry »

The Suckless Tit of Nothingtown [poem]

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Those wizened hands now reaching out
feel all around the empty air and in the
double-sanded glassy so-called “timer”
perched nearby on barkless branches
hooting like an owl (while in the glade
ten thousand grains of hopelessness
fall back & forth from one dumb bulb Read the rest of this entry »

Gender Studies [poem]

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Whatever happened to the way things used to be
when boys were unafraid to feel their manhood
bristlingly and girls could wear their curls without
the cries of others wailing “traitor to the cause”
with voices shrill & mocking sisterlove insistently? Read the rest of this entry »

Thank God for Poetry!

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⚡️THANK GOD FOR POETRY!⚡️ After a long life of experience and observation, I have to confess that I don’t really fit into this strangely-fallen world, in which the vast majority wears a mask, cares not about self-awareness, is only motivated by personal gain (no matter how much they may dress it up otherwise with virtue-signalling), has no real fidelity, has no sense of honour, is riddled with cultural baggage, is unable to think for himself or herself, practises wholesale wilful ignorance, is enslaved to fads and fashions, has no discernment or critical thinking processes, is moulded by conformity and Read the rest of this entry »

I’d Love to Live in a REAL World [prose-poem]

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I’d love to live in a real land and world
WHERE people say just what they mean
and mean just what they say.
WHERE promises are staunchly kept
and day could not be meant as night
nor ever night mean day, for everywhere
I see such things inverted in this way:
darkness masquerades as “light”;
evil’s in disguise as “good”; bitterness
pretends it’s “sweet”; and even lies
are counterfeited as “the truth” so much
that few today know wrong from right. Read the rest of this entry »

The Trumpet and the Harp

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Harp Butterflies

We think we’re SO important
in this tiny world of helter-skelter
pitter-patter, bloody-spatter,
everything is fleeting fashion
“nothing matters except me” mentality.
Does all the scoria we do and act out
really matter in a universe of wonder
(tearing trash asunder) such as this?
Our petty lives must bore to death
so much that we in all our me-ful
emptiness create a yawning chasm
resting on a crutch (earth ash cremate)? Read the rest of this entry »