Gaslit
("Snake II", 2015, original block print)
Gaslit
In these times of constant parading
The emperor in his new gown
Sets the fashion for the whole world
Everywhere you look
People blindly proclaiming the nakedly absurd
With confidence born in numbers.
Now basic biological facts of male and female
Have morphed into a fluid nonbinary
Mishmash of possibilities, where instead of in balance
Nurture is stridently
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Categories:
post modern, perspective, society,
Form: Narrative
Post-Modern Blues
Been digging my heart. Into any art. I can get my.
Hands on late-ly
Been feeling
rough and down and
Filled with fluff, incorrigible clouds, imperfect
like a do-pa-mine addicted white rat on his cheese
Meat, wine, and sugar, cigarettes not far behind, in pursuit of
Instant
grat-ification
With colloquially shy eloquence, has been
ponti-Ficated
All into my net code, unconscious of
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Categories:
post modern, anxiety, black african american,
Form: Free verse
Post Modern Society
The forlorn look upon humanity’s face
Weary eyes ravaged by pervasive depravity
Societal treachery weighing upon an exhausted soul
Insidious indecision poisoning resilience
Observing the pre-meditated mass murder of compassion
With horrific hesitation and sickening silence
Stagnant and catatonic with indifference
Immobile and and psychologically paralyzed
Transfixed upon a whim
To adhere to gridlock
To
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Categories:
post modern, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Post-Modern Juke Box Experiences
There are time capsules in the rural Mid-West,
not retro constructs, but temporal dislocations
that remain as was,
for lack of a reason to be other.
Restaurants steeped, not in nostalgia,
but in a comfortable inertia;
diners that serve
broast, broiled and breaded,
drive-ins where the movies you missed
can now (if you have a mind to),
miss again.
We have bars where
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Categories:
post modern, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Cynical Post Modern Poets
Post Modern Cynical Poets.
To count upon line
Life would be just fine
Find my way through time
To measure out rhyme
That’s what sound is for
Hexaverse— terse
One can rehearse
The sing song rhyme
That is so sublime
It was best
I should guess
Meter stressed
Left with two
What to do?
Laugh.
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Categories:
post modern, poems,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Post-Modern
She rode into town
On the surface
Of a cracked egg
Bearing the usual grievances
Of the heavily indoctrinated
A crowd of blind children
Gathered round to show their "solidarity"
As is typical
In this post-modern age.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019
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Categories:
post modern, business, environment, political,
Form: Free verse
What the Hell Are They Thinking
The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…
That towering Coliseum,
the great masterpiece of Rome,
even half gone it’s staggering,
to be so tall, but made in stone.
Go down to the domed Pantheon,
still so
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Categories:
post modern, appreciation, art, city, creation,
Form: Rhyme
Post Modern Man
He read the words,
But he knew not what they meant.
He walked down many roads,
But he knew not where they went.
He lived his life,
But he knew not why he was alive.
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Categories:
post modern, life, lost, men, social,
Form: Free verse
Post Modern World
I looked down upon the earth
from a place unknown to man.
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Categories:
post modern, society,
Form: Free verse
Free Post Modern Poem
I love you,oh,my little black dog.
Oh,yes!Bloop bong.
Thwack.
I love this pit,I do really.
Bang bong.
No, do not help me
I am
Fay
ted.
My narrative went wrong.
Oh.hoopla!
Now he has deleted me from his
Sto
Ry!
He wants me to disappear.
Mama meea Blong!
But I have my own narrative
La banko dio
Bloop bung.
My heart longs.
For his love alone
is a sad storee.
Oh eh a mama dip thong
Jer bum
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Categories:
post modern, boyfriend,
Form: Free verse