Politic

The building shakes you awake Caricatures of unimportant people Small minded ignorance In the cold light of day Torture and twist the minds of the people With the ancient mode of your elders Shatter the innocence of youth Punish the sick under your roof Material possessions not allowed And share and share alike Rich people made poor, poor made rich Xenophobia gone mad to the end of time Sickness of the communal mind Togetherness in folly Well – you keep your ideology We’ll put it in an ivory tower And laugh from afar You can keep your systems Freshly painted, in a jar Invent your weapons of destruction We’ll have the last laugh At the power of your deduction Gone wrong Politic image Politic from Weird Tales: Otherworld Poetry by

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Mistaken Priorities

People I just cannot get Would rather save an ant Than one of their own Rather protect a plant Than help the homeless Worrying about the issues They know nothing about And not seeing the little things That would really count Happily labeling themselves Left, right, or by nation Or yet, worse still, By their religion Man made rules to kill For a man made God Hustling, bustling, striving To outdo one another, while Following their dubious heroes Emulating their style What a fucking joke Conspiracy and doom Echoes of their self-created hell Selling their sordid stories Even when there’s nothing to tell They feed off each other Born again idiots spouting hate Confidently assessing their own salvation If that’s your ‘heaven’ I hope you go there as one nation

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Thinking of Poetry

Just recently, I have been popping a lot of rhyme. Poems have been and continue to spill out of me and you know, thats just fine and dandy. I enjoy poetry. I enjoy playing with words and sounds. Somehow, poetry gives us the flexibility to play and joke with words and structures without having to worry too much about whether the result is correct or not. There surely in no correct in poetry – no right and no wrong. Poetry just is and it either works for you or it doesn’t. It doesn’t even have to rhyme! When I write a poem I usually start with just a feeling. Not an idea. There is no plot, no characters to develop, no story line. Just a feeling. Poetry is, or should

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Biology of Poetry

This is a really great article about poetry that I think is spot on in every respect and this man is a superb poet to boot….. likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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Julia Robert’s Smile

Troublesome emotions unchecked Anger deepens, rises and overflows Where does this deepening depression lead? Meanwhile the stars dance and twinkle Uncaring, unsharing shards of light A smile widens; teeth shining bright white Happiness is a viral happening at times Like Julia Roberts in Notting Hill No need to swallow any bitter pill Laughter tickles in the back of my throat A sneeze of exquisite joy explodes Those little drops of laughter burst out Infecting those around me It’s simply now a cacophony Infectious, riotous and bold As global laughter takes a hold. likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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Moon whispers

Breezy, breathless whispers She speaks to you Rasping, her voice is in the wind Leaden overcast clouds scud Trodden ground wet like mud She asks ‘see, see me?’ Tho’ you look high and low There is no sign of her Raindrops splatter the pavement And damp is the rising scent The Moon is sheening silver Hanging low in leaden dark sky Reflecting the one true light But long are the lunar shadows Following us like the scudding clouds The monthly days slowly lengthen Tears of crystalline water droplets As She no longer has anything to say Ripples of a long gone era overwhelmed her Caught in the shadow of the Son The golden orb slowly sails its journey She rises at dawn reflecting all Like a mirror to all humanity

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What is with all the poetry?

This last week or so, poems have been at the end of my pen it would seem. I have no idea why. Anyway, I enjoy writing and poetry is a form of writing right? Whether my poems are any good is up to you to judge but if you do enjoy them please consider procuring one of my three poetry books all available in paperback and Kindle formats at all Amazon sites. You can also go to my poetry page and follow the links there too. Meanwhile, although poetry is dribbling out of me daily, I am making no progress whatsoever on the prequel to The Last Observer. I feel no compelling reason to move forward with it at the moment and need to wait until the moment grabs me

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The Stream of Life

Bobbing along the stream Sometimes fighting Other times alighting For a longer look Checking out scenery But no real choices Except to go with the flow I go where I need to go Can only slow The inevitable As I start at the beginning I must end at the end That’s the way it really is Life is like a stream Winding its lonely way Always just passing through Never sitting still Ripples speak to movement Movement is my destiny One day, I will reach the Sea And that, my friends Will be the end of me.   likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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Touching the Emptiness

Touch the emptiness Stretching deepness Cooling depths Old memories Black and white Like old movies Funny feelings As if I could touch Touch the emptiness It’s on the edge As if momentarily Forgotten Was that my childhood? Was that really me? Stretching deeply To touch the emptiness Its’ dreamlike quality Chasing that thought Is there a reason? Am I all for naught? Touching the emptiness Building a soulful thirst Driving onwards ever wearily Towards the setting Sun Yet didn’t it just begin? Started in the sixties Images, floating illusions Touching the emptiness My father has already gone He prepares the place Wherever that is as he Touches the emptiness Birth, Death, emptiness Cyclic like the seasons I came from the emptiness And there I will return Reaching out, stretching On

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Fifty Shades of Food

Crispy tomato Ham smothered in bread Lettuce and raddish Give me some fried eggs Drizzle me something Make it sweet or sour Bacon sizzles in the pan Can you smell it? I bet you can   Creamy potato Luscious fried chicken thighs Onions and garlic Whip me up some cream Dazzle me in calories Make them hot or cold My cheesecake is rising fast Bring it on baby The die is cast   Cheesy toasties Sinful seasoning too A Cherry on top A sultry salty turnip to go Shoot me some ketchup Come and fry it up A saucy strudel explosion Deliciously rude And saucy emotion   likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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