Best Clippings Poems
Too little
too late
God said to me
in this dream I had about fate
So I asked him
what did he expect,
A goody two shoes
a prophet
a saint
to be something I ain’t
Not at all he said
I want to be entertained
Eternity is boring
mostly people snoring
especially at night
and during the day on occasion
Look god! I walk around an
Amazon warehouse all day
pigeon-holing tat
picking this and that
How am I supposed to amuse you
Well I do enjoy you
breaking stuff on purpose
sabotaging the line
Bunking off for a smoke
going to the toilet
and drinking erm… doing coke
Ok hands up!
I admit
I’m a total chancer
and do stuff I shouldn’t
But it’s alright isn’t it
that Amazon place is full of s-hit
Yes it is a terrible kip
but more fun when you entertain
Like in your last job
listening to you lie
not taking the blame
asking me to help out
In your moment of doubt
All that stuff you stole
and barely got away with
on the whole
That was quite funny!
Oh the (paper and plastic) I gathered,
before selling it to the highest bidder
Throwing expensive stock out in the trash
The owner was a bastard
all things considered
a miserly swine
But nevermind
Thanks!
I did need a dig out that time
Hey! remember when I was aged about 7
and was told my pal went to heaven
Why did it happen
A year later walking to school with another kid
he was only 8
And that nut-job attacked us with a hammer
Put a hole in my friends head
The blood pumped in fountains of red
I thought he was dead
All the gore I’ve seen
witnessed a killing at 18
Trying to hold down an abattoir job in between
Yes! Life ain’t pretty by design
sometimes the stars just won’t align
Others times they go nova
and leave black holes behind
still you’ll never really understand
The powers in command
So how about this poem
Will it see me home
Does it amuse you
are we cool?
You’re still alive aren’t you!
By
David Kavanagh
I received a gift in the mail today
Twas an old tattered box, mailed from mother
It was my Dad's wallet and pocket knife
The wallet contained clippings and photos
Clippings from local Chicago papers
They reported a man's untimely death
The old rusted knife was from his pocket
Used for cleaning the nails of hard worked hands
I have faded memories of him now
He worked in the stone quarries of Chitown
The photos were of my sister and me
School pictures of us both, when we were young
I have thought of the day my father fell
Over the years, on many sleepless nights
What was he thinking on the long way down
Did he know this was the end of his life
Was he thinking of sis and me just then
Did he wonder what would become of Mom
I remember one of the clippings well
I saw many like it neatly sissored out
They blew around the windy school yard grounds
My schoolmates had clipped them for show and tell
After the funeral, during recess
I found them there, discarded in the dirt.
On that day, returning from school for lunch
We found our Mother crying on the phone
Our world changed forever when that knife fell
I placed the items in my music room
They sit in the corner of my mind's eye
Tokens of what might have been, long ago
Author notes:
"I learned of my Father's death one fine fall day, when I returned home from
school for lunch. My mother was on the phone crying. Later, after my father's
funeral, I returned to school to find clippings blowing around on the school
grounds. They were all about my father. The students had cut them out for show
and tell, and later discarded them on the school grounds."
INSTRUMENTAL
Love is music
and instrument,
when we play...
MOON
It's an adventure
suspended in the air
suspense...
TASTE
More tasty than wine,
more than cheese ...
the taste of your kiss...
SENSATION
In lighted bodies,
we burn love ...
We share desires...
PAINTING
The strongest ink ,
It's your carmine ...
When I paint love ...!
Observe the garden ninja
on the attack
a leaf blower
strapped to their back
and a lawn mower
but no sack
to collect the clippings
let alone picking up and putting in
the garden waste wheelie bin
merely making noise
severely reducing weeds
and flowers alike
'til they're nought but seeds
and when they strike
producing fumes
from badly-burned
fossil fuel ill-consumed
on the wind to be returned
from whence they once were
all flora is sadly doomed
Chicago Cubs stumble their way to another loss tonight
~ tripping over their own press clippings