Poems
The Time Has Come (Part 2) [new poem]
The time has come to guard the fortress of your soul.
These are not the days to give yourself away for free
to anyone, just for the sake of wanting any company.
For predators whose goal you’ll never comprehend
dangle their candy-coated fishing-hooks before
your face and, in your haste to taste their sweet,
your fish-mouth chomps the bait; then it is too late.
The Everywherity of War [new poem]
The failure we call war has many faces
other than the battlefields and trenches
that we normally associate with bellicosity.
For conflict, enmity, hostility, and animosity
can also thus be classified beneath the banner
of what I would term ‘a targeted atrocity’.
THE ART OF THE SHOVEL [new poem]
Humans scuttling around like ants on steroids,
(though ants at least have a useful purpose)
making much ado about absolutely nothing.
A strictly surface people: the epitome of Bathos,
trying to heal insanity with even more insanity,
making toxic waves with all that they initiate,
and all the while imagining themselves
as masters of a cosmos they did not create.
Slippery Slope [new poem]
The days roll by
showering down
around my ears
like dutiful confetti
at a shotgun wedding
while my flamethrower
of unfulfilled retardant
dreams engulfs them all
in oxygen-starved nostalgia Read the rest of this entry »
Rehearsing for the Storm [new poem]
I am not afraid of viruses of any kind;
I’ll take my chance, my future undefined.
For I look after my old system of immunity —
eat well, spend time in nature & the sun
and exercise at every opportunity,
take supplements & have myself some fun.
There’s Something Going On [new poem]
THERE’S SOMETHING GOING ON!
It’s plain there’s something going on when,
after pouring out some twenty-thousand words
(or more), this soul sane says with weariness,
“I simply can’t be bothered anymore”, & presses on
the key that’s marked <delete> with infinitely more
conviction and panache than it has ever had before. Read the rest of this entry »
Worthy of Love [new poem]
WORTHY OF LOVE [new poem]
Some say those you love must be worthy
of that love, and if they’re not, then you
should never waste your love upon them,
shrewdly saving it for 1 who worthy of it is.
This poet used to firmly reason this way too,
until he realised that there can be not one Read the rest of this entry »
The Time has Come [new double sonnet]
THE TIME HAS COME [new double sonnet]
There’s much fine-trimming going on round here;
I’m slimming down my world to just a flame —
a single candle burning bright and clear.
To keep my equilibrium’s the aim.
So those who make false claims will be the first
to get the axe from my uncensored hand.
Next, constant rudeness which is interspersed
with hubris and disdain will get you banned. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m an Unashaméd Nutcase! [new poem]
I was HopSkipJumping through a glade
one strangesome Summer’s day when
I ‘lost my marbles’ in the kind of way
which seems to irk straitjacket friends
who revel in their self-appointed roles
to judge the sane as being ‘round the bend’.
They fell covertly from my pocket as I ran
with joy across the desert of this world,
although I was not really disconcerted but Read the rest of this entry »
It’s Never Black and White [new poem]
I see no white, by which
I’m meaning 255 times 3.
I see no black, portrayed as
zero thrice in swatchy RGB.
For those are colours which
would not look right on skin.
(In any case, such outerness
is shallow, surface, paper-thin).
I see a lot of shades of pink Read the rest of this entry »
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