Long Wastrels Poems

THE STRANGER MAN (2)

They who posses tire
out and loose more
in keeping.
As homeowner never
have I felt at home
But closer home as
squatter and
settler.
The crop man crops
his way through
life,
The dry cleaner
cannot subdue the
muck;
The well heeled
can’t afford inner
balm with...

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'Dirty Laundry!'

Tell me why hearts compose when all poems are born
in a world full of wastrels (where weakest get slain?)
There are bloodstains besmirching blank sheets we would use
for bleached pulp comes from trees that won't...

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All avenues are amphibious arenas
Bubbles belch-burst, bitter Bacchanalian bombs
Clouds' cast-iron crescendo creates cold cantankerous caricatures
Drenched - darkness descending, daylight dying, disappearing duskwards
Every eye echoing every eye, emotional evidence enveloped
Fake furs, fashionable fools, firm friends fleeing...

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Hope you care I remember you, heart of my heart,
(You aspiring young artists and poets at large),
Days I've left growing short, fewer balls in the air,
And my juggling skills never better than fair.

Carry me in...

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I am seriously out of kilter with the poetry glitterati,
my poems have lines that sometimes rhyme, so therefore are not arty farty.
I discourse on experiences that have happened to me,
I know bugger all about Dionysus...

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Who can know the mysterious 
ways of the clouds? 
They travel in white whipped masses
and gather like solemn pinnacles 
looking upwards in reverent penitence. 

Silent clouds slowly form and move about
like floating fields in a...

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After the midnight countdown chorus,
Bubbly pops and spills on floor,
Characterising how life is for us:
Depicting wastrels at the core.

Even with high profile charity
Folly remains preferred mode:
Gainsaying, with verve, deserved parity
His Love amongst the needy sowed.

Insensitive,...

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I never work in darkness friend
Evil hunts in shadows
Give me a sunny meadow
dancing jolly, kissing flowers 
now I stand quivering gossamer wings
narcissistic greed mongers, corrupted
build towers where neons flash
sold their putrid souls for cash
the prophet...

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