Their ma & pa were Eastenders
Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz
Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel
Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz
Dimwits just going on benders
Bawdy tawdry mockney skits
Gits getting off their t*ts
Twits showing off their bits
Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout
All about the clout of gaudy glitz
Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags
Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto
Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags
Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto
Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags
Nags of WAGS made up to the nines
Brag after cocaine lines did blag
One snag..look like a dag in drag
All from the fashion label stable
No restraint.. cannot refrain
Grandstand the brands fable
Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa
With a Pierre Cardin Jardin
Taint just like they do in Spain
Sex..success…the way you dress
Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz
Gilded specs and builded pecs
Greed and that need to impress
Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell
That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX
Feeling a little cross
I gave out to god
For piling different shapes
upon my hod
To think, we never had
any future plan
So made one up
with the home insurance man
Anyway, I'm covered
for a sudden leak
But excess is high
and outlook pretty bleak
With water damage
undermining my eyes
Canopies atop
fail to keep me baptised
In a world slowly spinning
time arcs from view
I lose my line of sight
as payment's accrue
My policy reneges
states I'm in arrears
Offers me (a one off fix)
then disappears
Like most chancers in life
I accept the lump
My hod full of shapes
forming a concave hump
Light recedes slower
through an inverted mind
Come take a look
I'm not the one praying blind
Still, I could sit with Jesus
and chat all day
Til our questions
compel each other away
Faster than light speed
(dark energy) recedes
To voids so distant
god awful truth precedes
Vanishing points converge
as minds can't make sense
Mine's light years away
nailed to a cosmic fence
Insurance man tries
to sell me empty space
He's the devil
I bought it all just in case!
Those sparse promises are put to bed
Yet they ripen like a lie
The County Kingdom
is made from last years chancers
Darkened coaches reach their destination
Our smokey trails
are honed like marbled mantles
Predictable success are nothing
compared to the chirping of the birds
Call Summer a lie
Those bright mornings
folds its wings and flies
I cannot sleep
You hold a place heavenly towering
Invisibly (holy), yet a bountiful answers
To the world who seeks your blessing.
Your reachability awes like dancers’
With a calm (grace) of your pure omniscience
To gear humanity to pious chancers.
Through the daily prayers of reverence
I’ll move my (life) closer to you, my lord!
The harsh hurdles shall prove no hindrance.
The serene garden in my heart, oh my God!
Is planted with unwavering (faith) on you
Only to expand its horizon broad.
Every new day, I shall make a breakthrough
With the dancing (joy) upon your guidance
Signalling busy cosmos join the crew.
Together, mankind shall feel your radiance
Of divine (hope) which lets endure oneness
With commonality at its brilliance.
God! We’ll bow on your feet in happiness
For your peerless (love) for the humankind
Accept our song of praise in blissfulness.
Jesus Poetry Contest Regina McIntosh 30/06/2021
I’m adjusting fixed positions
On opinions and deductions
From now on breathing other airs
I have a stack of fresh instructions
I let go of once held handle bars
Veering off from straight line steering
Riding curves requiring nerves
Whilst watching stances disappearing
Chancers wait to try it on
Consider risk-maintaining stakes
Ask what can we afford to lose
Whilst still expecting lucky breaks
You fake a smile to fool your friends
but you will never fool yourself.
Burn under the neon sun,
strobe flashes life before your eyes.
Poisoned with the shallow ideals,
preached to you by hungry chancers.
In your glass of deep dark red
will you find the answer?
Plaster the walls with mud.
Shake the heavens of the blood.
Bitter tasting and sourly sweet.
Were the feelings that sat at my feet.
Black curtains of faces so torn.
Worrying seems so forlorn.
Tear the tears and tear the tears.
For this is no life to live in fear.
Fear the fairs and fair as to the fears.
Knock down the wall of misery,
And build a bridge to destiny.
Fickle fate brought a tickle too late.
Draw a line to the other side.
Wait for the shadows and soon they will hide.
Pick up the pieces of hints that will be given.
Guiding the wind from sin and all will be forgiven.
Reluctant of hearts too giving.
Seeing the messages of happiness to take.
Pleasers beware and takers dont dare.
Hands and mouths always be there.
Yes to all the answers and no to all the chancers.
Take this sign from fate so true.
Run like the wind and take what was given to you.
By Cami Hostetler