Poet's Corner: Gluttony

Look: a fiery pit-

The words which carry

Our own glutinous mind.

Poet's Corner: A Riddle

I saw you once

When you were little-

Your face was red

Your bones were brittle

You looked so weak

Much a like a tittle.

But as you grew

You caused a ripple

Outflanked all those

Who’ve seen you

Crippled.

I see you now.

And I’m still riddled

With seas of doubt

Which can’t be diddled.

Unless she's blind

Or somehow bridled.

Poet's Corner: Out-worldly

I saw your son

About this 'Eden'.

We've had a chat

And now we're even.

He speaks of folk

As his descendants.

He treats us all

As his dependents.

He says there's good

In all the ends of

Our earthly wits

And fleshy tendons.

At first I thought:

'How condescending!'

But then I saw

His smile was fading

As he advised

That you had sent him

To teach us all

about repenting.

He looked at me;

Again he smiled.

Then he ran off;

Out-worldly child!

Yet, he was right;

We had gone wild.

Poet's Corner: Colour Blind

When I first met you

I went red

With crimson passion,

Yet,  as I sped

Through golden fields,

White river beds,

Sapphire peaks

And wooden sheds,

I saw you close

Your eyes

And said:

‘Pray, look around!

Don’t close them

Yet!’

But then you spoke

as your heart bled:

‘I’m colour blind.

To me, you’re dead.’

Poet's Corner: Tired

Feeling Tired?

Think again.

Pray,

Look around;

Observe the trend.

As people walk

And live their lives

And drown their hopes

In strangers’ eyes,

They share a fate,

A tale of ice,

In which their Queen

Can show them lies

which they can use

As their goodbyes.

Feeling tired?

Think again.

It is a norm

You cannot mend.

Poet's Corner: On Being Ill

Be patient

And breathe.

Trust me,

You’re fine.

Avoid pointless

Chatter;

You’ll just waste

Your time.

Align with your

Thoughts,

Imagine a prime,

An ultimate purpose,

A goal so divine

It gives you

The strength

To stand up

And shine.

Be patient

And breathe.

Trust me,

You're fine.

To be ill is
Human;

It isn't a

Crime.

Poet's Corner: Multiverse

'A picture's worth
A thousand words.'

That means today
I've done the worst
In that I've drawn
a multiverse!

No need to sigh;
Don't feel coerced.

Still, take a look;
Pray, quench your
Thirst.

It makes no sense?
Now that's a first...

Poet's Corner: To Her

Stop and stare;

Look around.

Are you aware

That what

you’ve sought

is what

you found?

So grip her firmly;

Don’t let

Go

Until she screams

And lets you

Know

That she can’t

Live

Without

Your

Soul.

So

stop and stare;

Look around.

Do you now

See

What you have

Found?

Do you not

Feel

Forever bound?

Poet's Corner: Laughter

Teach me laughter,

Save my soul.

Embrace my joy,

Don’t let me fall

In Hell’s abyss,

In times of woe,

Where

Dreams are scarce

And hopes are low.

For, we now stand

Before a foe

That

Loathes us both

And curses all

Who dream of times

Which they recall

As times of plenty,

Times of awe.

So as we stand

And guard our krall,

I pray to you

And all I know

To

Teach me laughter,

Save my soul

Or I will always be

A doll…

…devoid of life;

A mindless thrall...

Poet's Corner: You and I

You and I,

We’re quite

The same.

I’ll tell you what:

Let’s play a game.

You pick a card

(I’ll do the same)

And close your eyes,

Then say a name.

But don’t think

Twice;

You’re not to blame.

For, you and I,

We’re quite

The same.

I’ll pick your card,

You’ll say my name.

Poet's Corner: Purple

I live and dream in
Purple.

Now, that’s an actual fact!
And as we dream forevermore,
I’m sure we
Cannot
Crack.

For purple is a way of life
Of joy, devoid of blue!
To purple we shall
Raise our pints!
To purple we are true!

I dance and sing in
Purple.

And that’s the very truth!
And as we sing forevermore,
We’d drink to
Our
Youth.

For purple is a way of life
Of joy, devoid of blue!
To purple we shall
Raise our pints!
To purple we are true!

I talk and walk in
Purple.

So much, my friend, is true!
And as we walk forevermore,
I’d say you’re
Purple
Too.

Poet's Corner: Rain

Rain, rain, rain;
Such a torrential,
Insufferable pain!

You pour and drizzle,
You flow with disdain,
You wash away smiles,
You ruin our games.

And for what,
May I ask you?
You stupid, old rain...
WHY would you do it?
WHAT would you gain?

Poet's Corner: The Clerk

You’re in a room.

And it is dark;

It reeks of doom.

You are a clerk-

A man of few

A nil for many

A sum of one

A one per penny

Devoid of some

But full of any.

You’re not the room.

But you are dark.

In your domain

You are The Clerk…

Poet's Corner: Being Funny

Today I was told

To write something funny.

They said I was dark;

So unlike a bunny.

A bunny was

Funny.

For, as it was running,

Along the horizon

It flipped off the forest

And all its denizens,

It shot past the tortoise

And said it was mindless

To think it could beat it

With patience and kindness.

The race had concluded;

The bunny looked restless.

It raged and it swore

At those who detested

Its tactless demeanour,

Its lack of correctness.

We all know who won,

I shan’t go in detail,

Suffice it to say

The race was travail.

The rabbit was rabid;

It was no longer running.

The cute, fluffy bunny

Was no longer funny.


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Poet's Corner: Restless

A restless look,

A sinful shadow-

‘Tis all that’s left

Of life to swallow.

And as it goes,

Amongst the gentry,

A truth is scarce,

A hope is empty.

Yet we shall stay.

Demand an entry.

Disperse the mist.

Become a sentry.

And raise our fists-                                                                                

To better times;

To times of plenty.


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Poet's Corner: The Clown

A clown’s a frown.

You’d better face it.

And whilst you’re down

You might embrace its

Neronic smile, its love for hatred,

Its scent so vile, its mind so wasted,

Its soul so wild, its face tormented

By putrid laughter that once had graced it

With scars so deep that they’d erased its

Once human look and have replaced it

With one so warped, we all detested.

A clown’s a frown.

You’d better face it.

And once you’re down,

You’d best embrace it.


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Poet's Corner: Paranoia

KNOCK, KNOCK!

‘Who’s there?

And do be aware that,

Seeing your stare,

I sense your despair and,

Just to be fair,

I don’t really care.’

KNOCK, KNOCK!!

‘Who’s there!?

I advise you, beware,

I’m armed and, I swear,

I’ll fire and smear

That smile off of there!

I really don’t care!!!’

KNOCK, KNOCK!!!

‘Who’s there!?!

That’s it! It’s quite rare

For me to shoot where

The people seem fair

And as bright as my hair.

But I really don’t care!!!!!’

The mirror had shattered.

But no- one was there...

Poet's Corner: On Humanity

Poet's Corner: The Twinkle

Twinkle, twinkle little star

I do not care what you are…

But days have passed

Without my knowing

Of your diseased

Deceitful glowing

Amassed from rays of hate

So solid

They break through dreams

And turn them stolid…

Yet nights have sunk

Without your image

Of twisted fun

Of blood and pillage

Engulfed in cries so real

And vivid

They raise the dead

And slay the living…

…And yet we breathe

And you still twinkle…

…We live our lives

And watch yours dwindle…

Twinkle, twinkle little star

But do be careful whom you mar…

Poet's Corner: Day and Night

You have snapped…

So you let your sunrays marry her

And you let her teach you how to err

In a world that spun around your heart,

In a world that she had never marred?

So you lacked the profane courtesy

And allowed a common currency

To destroy an eager canopy

And affray the ones like you and me?

So you let the mad one bury us

And triumphed as she would carry us

To the heights of guilt vicarious

Where none would be gregarious?

You have snapped, my dear Helios,

Your existence now is perilous.

Your ideas seem rebellious.

You have now become

An alias.