Short Panelled Poems

The panelled walls of cedar wood, pencil thin red aroma
Reflect the firelight burning light, warming coals
Black windowpanes bar the cold and wind to a blacker outside.
Pictures in the flames rise, to an occasion or a dream
But in retrospect so strange, as the chimney above grows cool
And snowflakes melt on the black dusty dead scraps of wood....

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The meal deal, the power crush.
The entitled airs they seek so much.

Swallow dignity, swallow pride.
The panelled walls of entitlement house their hides.

What of humility, what of honour is left?
Power and greed above all else.

To the sycophantic grovelling horde.
Your spines were not meant for you to crawl.

Make your deal to have your snout in the golden trough. Quote your Latin spiel and have your hoorah intercourse.

Your faustian deals will burn your souls....

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