Short Aluminium Poems
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Oh, blue, blue sky that used to be,
Before those grey lines bled,
Has evil now taken over the World,
Are all the good men dead?
I wonder, wonder, wonder why,
There is aluminium in the sky,
And can anyone please to us explain,
Why there are chemicals in the rain?
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vacation leap sadness viol frame pit
castle
ground elevator hold testament
kitchen
situate
aluminium
oculate
octopus talk biblical stories
Metal thou art not,
Ye alchemists’ Majestic Aluminium
Thou regal geometric shape with equillibrium
Siphoning H2O to the nether world,
Making us not to rot,
Metal thou art not.
[ Bodna: Water container used in toilets]
Wishes
I made wishes: to
have
instant not light shaggy hair, to
have a
not able to
be eaten egg-shaped nut with
yellowish brown shell (no face) as a
head, to
have aluminium shins and
maybe
aluminium eyes.
How self-worth waves count,
when the ray of love struck,
skimmed my anxious being,
that inner light rotated a plus,
focus on healing curative,
looking glass on past event,
morphing current field of view,
behind the outer world mask
silver, aluminium, gold metal,
counterpart to my renewal
Far from the warm holes
a mess of doors and
wings, wrecks of dents
and the broken lights of
lost souls,
the shitten hope
of a young man`s last skid
that led to flowers
cold on a country roadside
and the whisper
between the aluminium
begging till the battery leaks;
I did not want
To lose my body
But I was no good at life.
Check your cheques
You must realise or recognise
Quarrelling analysing skillfully
Without criticism centre or colour
Judgement no theatre of grey of arguement
Like a boats draft determined by draughtsman
Curbing ones thoughts like avoiding a roads kerbs
An encyclopaedic almost an un-parallelled programme
A marvellous jewellery there not of aluminium but of pure Gold
Just English
I could see the old woman's figure,
not quite straight, comedic silver eels
of white,writhing in her hair
by her side, an aluminium pot,
plastic-wrapped, an errand perhaps
or totem for a friend?
a glimpse of her gentle jaw and
deep-tanned face, belied her peasant
strength, her country grace,
I opened up, and quickly sped ahead,
and when I reached her funeral pyre,
I realized she was dead
Don’t bring me down
With all this shopping around
Piling things up high
Making others wait being a hoarder guy
So very smooth you are
With hand sanitizer by the box so far
Some may never need again to buy
Toilet paper stacked to the sky
So instead of many aluminium foil hats
They will be making paper trains and that
Perhaps the whole world could enter now
That wedding dress competition out of toilet paper to take a bow.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Waiting for you
Is listening to the tap dripping
Into a sink full of cold dishwater
Waiting for you
Is watching a cockroach
Cautiously poking its feelers
Out from under the fridge
Waiting for you
Is feeling a cold pain in my fingers
And a hot pain in the small of my back
Waiting for you
Tastes like an aluminium spoon
And smells like a damp rotting floor mop
Waiting for you
Seems never to stop
Waiting for you
Is
Unpleasant.
© Barry Freeman - May 1997