Angst. Poems

we who loved america

We who loved America 

I enjoyed  America and remember touring 
a Sunday outside Houston (Texas), met in a café
a group of openly armed, elderly men 
They were courteous people one could meet 
I understood guns have cultural meaning
In America, we in Europe don't understand 
I remember a saying, "A country where the populace 
is armed, people are polite."
I stayed on the

Ha ha ha gotcha!

Ha...ha...ha... gotcha!

The imagined intimated response
linkedin to a swindler's
imagined thought bubble
silently spouting you ain't nothing
but a pluperfect sucker...
rendered penniless suffered
courtesy a financial blow
now left forced to eat crow
forfeiting every last red cent,
plus if applicable escrow
being analogous to an indentured servant
denied luxury and security of nest egg,
hence peace of mind to forego
pipe dreams given the heave-ho
resigned to

I See Fire

 For: VARIATION OF DRAMATIC OR LIGHT VERSE Poetry Contest  ** Sponsor: Nette Onclaud ** September 7, 2025
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nightmares blooming in color
like a midnight fire
casting its embers into
tomorrow's dawning

with a blood red sun burning
into the new day
the shadows of doom refuse
to die in the Light

An Arm’s Length Away

Sometimes, when we hurl
angry words—
ancient stones thrown by indifference,
lodging in the ears of our children.
Witnessing horror twist itself into child’s play.
A stone’s throw—killed our empathy.

Anger knows its enemy:
sitting next to,
sitting opposite of,
never with.
It sits a stone’s throw away.

Rising from the ashes of fear—
Vapours of flesh smoulder
as blooded lava flows.
Cools—
our scarred magma to a crusted creed.

The

Half a Minute

Weighing up peace, love, and rage
wait a half-minute
you lose all the momentum
losing lines on stage

To you, I'm a fleeting breath
half a minute's worth
when you are my endless sky
casting a shadow

This is not a poem

It's a cry for attention
it's as loud as loud can be
~ how many ways to ask



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

Fight for what's right

I'm refusing to lose hope
there's rising evil in this idyllic world
~ let me catch my breath



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

how did it get this far?

i'm at my wit's end
barely clinging to the last remaining illusion
~ hope being the rising sun



Wordku: 15-7-5 words

AP: 2nd place 2025

At Gethsemane

An unusual heaviness hung in the air.
  The wind didn’t stir, no single leaf fluttered.
       The dead weight of engulfing darkness pressed on.
     It was a fateful night, horrible and stark !

As a monument of misery, walked Jesus
      

the new morality

The New Morality

Trump has spoken, we get up from our chairs and salute, actually not. 
The fact is, we are tired of this endless war
That is economically viable for many, an industry of death
we do not see on the factory floor where weapons are made.
A morbid industry, many states need to stave off poverty and
unemployment.

a magic moment

A magic moment sonnet

The only tree left in the  whole world
was opening its leaves to welcome
the day to the survivors 
Among extinct animals
the Tasmanian tiger, beside the Hubro
They had been friends since 1936
There was no artificial light; the stars
had paled as night became day
Humanity was missing; it had not made
The transition to a planet at peace
dropped heavy

7-9-2025

Brilliant it blossoms, 
Struggle and cry out for help. 
Shattered, 
But alive. 

Willingness forgotten, 
Try to huddle as would a whelp. 
I'm not flattered, 
But I survived. 

Killing season, 
More losses, 
Mother may not recognise my yelp. 
Not everyone has heard, 
Feels like everyone scattered, 
I conceded to the night cries. 

Taking the Micky

Some find it a joy taking the micky
Of those who find life is often tricky
With problems to face
That bestow heartache
To you who dares, I send you this ditty.

The Masses

We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.

We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.

We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.

We

Ethnicity AI Glasses

Rose-colored glasses
the rough ahead seems rosy
details blurred ignored
dreams blossom with optimism—
truth in blissful ignorance.

Ethnicity lenses—
now that's a great idea
AI scans your race
then changes faces you see
into this ethnicity

All is rosy hue
all painted with the same brush
from the honey pot—
with judgment blurred, truth concealed
all differences bled away

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