Like the bombardier beetle
with an advanced weapons system
It can expel an intense hot liquid pulsating jet of words
it blinds the frog before he can croak
aiming its turret in any direction with accuracy
After the ejection of each explosion
that of the boiling pressurised fluid
we can see the bug in politics talks hot air from the rear
a weapon system that science can't work out
I can see now why they dig for
it helps to cover over their trail in leading the blind
over the cliffs where they fall victim to a deadly cause
That which shifts the whole nature of things to suit tyrants
those whom play a hand in killing
Images
The images in
my mind of
verbs mating with pronouns are
sometimes broadcast on
TV. On TV: me sucking out and
not praising aerosol cans to
make a less money for
the unnamed company. The pressurised cans are
bronze, the
substance released in
a fine spray are:
advantageous states or
positions and
points earned following
deuce furthering causes. My too lewd comments of
their intercourse are
sometimes broadcast on
KG751 FM to
high ratings.
Harken! blasts of thunder
pressurised magma sears
Pyroclastic hearts collapse
a spanner jams the gears
Distended fiery fissures
augur unquantified fears
Cataclysms bring rupture
down path’s not very clear
Aneurysms bursting veins
popped drums burning ears
Brain function touch and go
haemorrhage out red tears
Earth ripping itself asunder
black raw ground appears
Man plugs his inner wounds
holding on to love so dear
By
David Kavanagh
I see you every morning
skipping on your way to work,
a mundane task for anyone
but not you, it being your release
from your world of simplicity
and retardation.
I’ve often wondered what
goes through your mind, as
you search for the faces that
fit the scurrying movements
of your work mates, as they
dart about like misty forms
before your fragile eyes, your
unenviable task of groping for
your blue dot, it being the
prominent feature on your
clock card. It is easy to feel pity
for you, but not I, it is envy of
your simple ways, in this, an ever
increasing pressurised world,
because you’re always the same,
no matter what equations these
precarious days throw at us all.
Mathew, your gift is unique,
If one only had the time to ponder.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Like the bombardier beetle
with an advanced weapons system attached
It can expel an intense hot, pulsating jet of words
the fluid it blinds the frog before he can croak
aiming its turret in any direction with accuracy
After the ejection of each explosion
that of the boiling pressurised fluid
we can see the bug in politics talks hot air from the rear
a weapon system that science can't work out
I can see now why they dig for
it helps to cover over their trail in leading the blind
over the cliffs where they fall victim to a deadly cause
that shifts the whole nature of things to suit tyrants
those whom play a hand in killing
You can feel the moon boil
As your rocket burns my soul
And scotches the sunspot
Of our love’s first footprint
I can feel the moon shine
Off your dust particles so fine
They are like a crashing wave
Deafening my mind like a bat cave
I’m hypnotised by your silver moon
For your heart’s treasure to mine
Only appreciated from distant stars
Pressurised under a trillion bars
I watch you split the atoms
And hold the aftermath in your arms
A se&y ‘Big Bang’ explosive
You emerge slightly radioactive
Time escaped the periodic table
Leaving electrons so unstable
To assemble your universal frame
And reenergise our elemental flame
What is a meaning of our body chart?
How can someone survive without a Heart?
Heart is a main organ if it pumps perfect,
Rest of the body we can later number’s select.
Brain opens his eyes when he drinks blood,
Light comes into eyes when it opens lid.
Brain commands a body when blood picks a message,
And delivers it to an organ and comes back to heart.
Feet, hands, Arms and legs has working hard,
It is a miracle of a heart to pumping blood,
Foods and drink produce energy to warm up blood,
To maintain a body: to reach on temperature hands.
If a person smokes, blood gets coloured and thick,
When a clout disturbs blood to flow normal,
Alcohol helps to heart to pumping it hard,
A hard working pressurised heart loses age card.
Don’t eat and drink for taste, eat food to cure a heart,
Love and anger, feelings and nature is cause of blood,
If heart is working normal, a person keeps patience,
When blood disturbs a person life is having sentence.
Very Early, when morning opened her eyes,
Clouds were reaching to welcome,
With their buckets and water was dripping out,
Air was pressurised to blow down on Earth.
A street bulb was lightening as a Star in sky,
Thick fog was separating the visibility of eyes,
Darkness was still lingering on in day flashes.
The head lights were approaching on the ways.
A Cat was scratching at the door in a garden,
Stream was boiling out from her mouth and nose,
Wet was blessing to her spunky hairs,
She waved her tale as cold was dancing around her.
But a stick was forwarding for shopping,
Skin was swinging with her bone rods,
Eyes were burning as a candle in a tea pot,
The horns were blowing to aware the roads.
A crow was sitting on a street light,
He was noising to watch a dog on guard,
The street face was washed by the fog,
Nature was stitching her art to cover Sun rays.
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