Best Avert Poems
I exude grandeur-
but just when noone's watching
please avert your eyes
I enjoy walking in the rain,
I enjoy wet
much like men do, yet do not love it
sorry mother- I’m being vulgar again- avert
your eyes now, dear sweet innocent thing
for I did not come from rain but pure man-made sunshine, yes?
The cogs and bolts of it all, no cinnamon red
just the grey, in which you dressed yourself.
Divination
Insolence
False hopes
And folly
These all the fashion
My City gone astray
If they had
Countered
The puff of
Pillow prophets
Could have averted
The dooms
I speak today.
Famine and pestilence
Rabid beasts
And swords’ blood
These swiftly coming
To men who
Thought me blind.
Peace and permissiveness
Their fruit
Of vain imaginings
Damning detritus
Soon scattered
To the wind.
Had I heard Noah
In prayer for
All their failings
Daniel or Job
Approach my bar
To plead
They would have scarcely
Come safely
From the cauldron
Bearing none other
For whom
They intercede.
Yet still a remnant
I scatter to wild places
They know I do see
And hear
The feasts of fools
They tell a world
Jehovah judges rightly.
They seek a place
Where only
Their God rules.
(Ezekiel 14)
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Time is slowly creeping upon us and
And an awful stench lingers in the air
The smell of death surrounds us
And an uncontrollable era besets us
quandary is twisting its stubborn head
unfurling from a vengeful distance
precarious sound whistling in the breeze
Dead bodies decaying in the street
And the scavengers are looking for meat to eat
A proliferating aura saturates the atmosphere
Filtering malignant perfume everywhere
Human feeding on human flesh
dragging and pulling them to their death
The wealthy perishing in the streets
And the poor crawling on their broken feet
The cracked earth could not contain them
Their bleeding soul is crying out for help
Severed hands and severed leg
punctured skulls bleeding in the hole
infant bodies littered the avenue
and multitude of skeleton piled up
on top of each other
young women, young men
grandmothers and grandfathers
all succumb to a painful death
The prison doors flung open and the
furious prisoners break loose
But one by one they fall victim to the deceptive truce
The earth is on fire and the scorched birds are running for shelter
But the glowing trees quickly fell on their trembling knees
And the red-hot earth consumed by its own gut.
You reach an age where your mind loves scanning back.
Over your history - the days of youth, joy, rage and all the panic attacks!
Sometimes so vivid the memory you feel you could touch it by reach. Sometimes so dark the memory the wall needs regular maintenance to avert the breach.
Retired as age ticks on and on and you feel your mind is given permission once again to be free. You realise that some dreams of youth were simply never meant to be. But take solace from within the warmth you have now. You understand this life and you survived somehow.