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Mirror On The Wall

MIRROR ON THE WALL

Never looked better
He told himself (Discounting
Declining eyesight)

There ‘E Goes (The One Note Samba) – (Republished)

THERE ‘E GOES (THE ONE NOTE SAMBA)

There are eight notes in the octave
(One of them recycles its name)
But then there are always those
Who only recognise one note
Repetitive and relentless

Me Me Me Me Me

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Frequently, my initial reaction to this type of person is one of revulsion. but then I sometimes pause for reflection and begin wondering what sort of pain, fear and insecurity this behaviour is concealing.

POTUS Poots Forth Another

POTUS POOTS FORTH ANOTHER

“Wake up, Pop, you have to meet the press.”
“What is it this time? Why can’t I just tweet?”
“This Harvey thing’s too big. You have to meet.
And be careful not to look like you couldn’t care less.”

“Why don’t you go, Ivanka, in a slinky low-cut dress?
Distract ’em. Let your booty take the heat.”
“But you’ll be on TV, centre stage, comfy seat.”
“Well in that case … Oh no! Look! My hair’s a mess.”

Now he’s in make-up sat polishing his schtick
And figuring out ways he can stroll off with some big money.
“I’ll have him deported.” “I’ll make Mexico build a big wall.”
“I’ll nuke him.” “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

Trouble is while thousands are suffering yer bumpkin’s so thick
He thinks “this Harvey thing” is an invisible six-foot bunny.

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NOTE Any prurient innuendo or double entendre is fully intentional.

 

USA USA USA You Were Saying?

USA USA USA YOU WERE SAYING?

These self-appointed slick lords
Never as cool as they’d like
Foreverly seeking applause

In the forever even dragons
Left entertaining archons
Have demons of their own

Riding the American nightmare
Jet and ivory – non consensual
The wizard is behind your eyes

In the absence of actual presence
The child imagines companions
Drums up sugar plum fairies or …

Pays for encore after encore
Ends up head in a basket
Soul sold to the soulless

Carries on, on and on resonating
Aleatorically, unapologetically
Their cross to bear

Bloody-handed

BLOODY-HANDED

Thou hast slain sweet love
With thy posey poesies
Swimming in clichés

One Way Ticket

ONE WAY TICKET

When people
Get full of themselves
There is
Of course
No room left
For anyone else

Legacy

LEGACY

Once I’m at last dead and gone
And once you’ve cracked the password
(Which – I warn you
Is in itself no mean task)

There they will lie before you
Wantonly displaying themselves
After all – you persevered
(Your comment is awaiting moderation)

Yet so at last then you will gather
These odd bedfellows under one leaky roof
Those who were my true decendants
And a pox on “friends and family”

And – if you got this far
Don your hiking boots
Go carve your own trek
With my blessings

There ‘E Goes (The One Note Samba)

THERE E GOES (THE ONE NOTE SAMBA)

There are eight notes in the octave
(One of them recycles its name)
But then there are always those
Who only recognise one note
Repetitive and relentless

Me Me Me Me Me

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Frequently, my initial reaction to this type of person is one of revulsion. but then I sometimes pause for reflection and begin wondering what sort of pain, fear and insecurity this behaviour is concealing.

Basking In My Own Shadow

http://tuckmagazine.com/2013/03/18/march-poetry/5/

Besides being a piece of unashamed self-advertisement 😉 I am hoping this post might:

1. Introduce its readers to some excellent writers;

2. Encourage those among you who write to submit some of your own work;

3. Suggest you subscribe to Tuck for yourselves.

Prose With Pretensions

PROSE WITH PRETENSIONS

Always be yourself
For if you are not yourself
You will be no one

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