Tag: Poetry

On the Road … Again

Having spent
several lifetimes bent
circling the extreme
of some astral plain
I was fully strung out
like a link in a chain
dangling between
those merry little elves
reaching for a holy spark
and the servants of pain
delving the deeper dark
within a fevered brain
heading down the drain
a rabbit hole
of white light intensity

Amid the ecstasy
and the insanity
a message was sent
The One who calls
called my name . . .
“Be wholly sane!
And man …
don’t forget to repent!
You’ll never be the same.”

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F-fluence

I am the beast

of least resistance

The organ grinder

upon humanity’s back

The Alpha Influencer

on your social media

The leader of the pack

waving a borrowed bible about

Whilst high as a kite

on the aphrodisiac

of greed and corruption

I am the crack

in all creation

🙈 🙉 🙊

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My Little Town

The local bespoke crematorium,
and pottery kiln, under restoration.
Where I hope, one day, to be smoked
and then placed in an urn of clay.

Michael Le Multiple may think
that’s an idea magnificent.
Upon the foothills of time
this mere mortal coil
one day will cease to unwind.
So, I say . . . Burn baby, burn🔥😎

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The Seasons

“It is something to be deep
in the snow in Winter,
to be deep in the yellow leaves
in Autumn, to be deep
in the ripe wheat in Summer,
to be deep in the grass in Spring.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

In the shallows just below
the translucent skin of Spring
an opal blue explosion awaiting
the grand thaw of awe to begin
The riverbank in springtime
Dancing along
the sparkling spectrum
a chestnut tree
in full blossom
Under a sky rent by light
on a starry starry night
Is seeing too much
beyond your place in time
ever and always
the visionary’s crime?

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The Tower of Song

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With more skat
than a stray cat
can poke his eyeballs at
the punk
in the Midnight Choir
starts to twist and shout
Yet …
the All in All
all too beautiful
for even a bird on a wire
to sing about
Like that
concert hall in Vienna
where your lips
were so warm and wet
Getting a feel
of the real deal
… that love thing
Upon a mission
a royal commission
seeking foremost
the rock solid Kingdom
It all starts from within
Seizing the living moment
Best be in it
to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

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Change … Unchained

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The good, the bad,
the beautiful, and the ugly,
in the broken mirror of time
all staring back at me.
When Planet Earth
was first given birth,
a world of wonder and beauty,
it was all good.
Could be. Should be.
Four seconds to midnight,
at the stroke of eternity,
the Spirit challenges me
. . . “CHANGE!”

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I Long To Fly Away

I’ve got these
Corona Virus Blues
right down to the bottom
of my ramblin’ shoes
I long to fly away
along with the young
the careless
and the carefree
To become a V. I. P.
… a Virus Immune Person
To then play in the sea
and bask under a tropical sun
In a land where safe sex
doesn’t require rubber gloves
a face mask
and a surgical gown

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