Short Sign Of The Times Poems
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It used to be that separation
was employed to end relations
Now as I can clearly see
It's a sign you care for me
He checked his coat and hat
thought ‘That is that…’
When he saw the sign on the ledge
‘Remember to check your privilege’
The wife is a Number One Cook
But never refers to "The Book"
Her Number One task:
A comely mask
After that, you know where to look!
When the enterprise gets exposed
A brothel finds out it's opposed
The sign in the front
Men meet with a grunt
Says beat it we recently closed
A woman who once craved Chanel
Had the news on too much, I could tell
For she told her new beau
What would set her aglow
Wasn’t perfume, but rather Purell!
Fresh dirt for house plants under our care
Dust spray when the laptop has it there
Put water on the list
Was anything missed?
Well let's see it's water, dirt and air!
“Gosh golly darn” we don't use today
It really depends on the lexicon of the day
Ain't nothing wrong
Language is strong
A sign of the times like wearing a toupee
The moon was obscured by a swirl of shrouds
Witches and goblins were laughing out loud
Lest you think Halloween
Or that Lilith's now Queen
It was merely a parade of proud shrouds
The centre of my world
I my
my,I
me me
my,my-
how
possessive
am I
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Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012
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April 22, 2018
Little Davie wants to pray like a pro
Too bad for Davie that he doesn’t know
His mentor is a fraud
His conduct deeply flawed
Every night, to the peep-shows he does go
Was John Lennon
crossing the line,
mucking about,
burning his bridges,
or bucking the palace,
a fine sign of the times
then, in 1969,
not often seen,
when returning his MBE
to The Queen?
25/04/2018
Sign Of The Times
Surely
Ignorance is bliss,
Going about
Not knowing
Of impending
Finality.
Times end.
Happy knowing
Each day
Together
Is special.
Messianic times.
Earnestly search your
Soul.
humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Trails of rainbowed lines fill the sky,
with an ancient whisper of time gone by
Needing a spiritual touch, of thanksgivings love and hope and trust.
I find the answers deep inside
Leaving trails of rainbowed lines
already a sign of the times
stamp & strut
ego unlocked
reserve abandoned
to lie and die
courtesy struggles
to triumph over
narcissitic instinct:
status trumpets
..me...my..mine
look am I not
looking fine..
clap,applaud
no shame the
name of my game
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
Consuming brain waves from plentiful touch
Exchange of sorrow, mirth, and incredulous dirges
Following the sign of the times
Discourse as it reeks from chest cavities
Angsting bloated bodies barrelled into walking murmur
You sleepy disease fungal fortunes run amiss
Runinous with divisive claims
The temperature is black
Somewhere in sometime
Stuck in motion the slack
As I am devoted to those sins of men
Release those burdens
Release those children
Whose mind are blown on electronic
They whom are niether
Happy or living life sad and mad
Where are the dad's
Help them Lord God
Surge of sure urge
As echoes merge
Sign of the times
In awkward rhymes
Spread of vain poise
Crafty souls voice
Smiles in pure guile
In a fake pile
Spark of vain lies
In wicked tries
Dreams come to die
In muffled sighs
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2015
Singapore
Facing the unknown.
Only to feel alone.
Future incognito.
Gambled tomorrow.
Things planned.
Permanent trip in hand.
Constant Worriment.
Lost merriment.
Past presents...
Recent judgments.
Uncountable days…
Endless dismays.
Agitation of mind.
Sign of the times.
An unintentional write.
Of an internal fight.
on the harbour wall thinking about life ~ whilst ripples stirred in the sea
a porpoise swam past never to look back ~ a washed up siren wept free
some voice called out its a sign of the times ~ that she was always a he
as i drowned my life flashed by ~ yet all of the bad bits were new to me
By
David Kavanagh
Glad,hedonistic lad;
Delighting in delectations,
Amusing affectations,
Posturing pretension
with ogling ostentation!
Professing pleasure seeking
Confessing,leisure leaning.
Reputation so revealing,
Passe peer appealing!
Performing,extroverting,
Showcasing,demonstrating,
Superficial and artificial;
Pleasure without measure.
My Auntie went into a shop
Behind the counter she saw a sign
'ENGLISH IS SPOKEN HERE'
You often see these signs when you are on holiday abroad
Why am I writing this poem?
My Auntie doesn’t live abroad
She certainly doesn’t live on the moon
The sad state of affairs
She lives….
IN ENGLAND!!!
9th January 2015
Do you realize now
that artistic expression
has a very slim
chance
of making
you wealthy?
Sunlight pouring
through my window
brings out the poet in me
the years which have
come and gone
may not have always been kind to us
but if we continue to create
then we will laugh once more
breath in the fresh air of eternity
Scandalous governments
Inflicting misery,
Genocidal tendencies
Nuclear threat,
Our humanity next
For extinction,
This malicious legion
Harnessing hate and greed,
Extermination of other species,
Trespassers on nature
Insanity is their policy,
Murder and maiming vicariously,
End of days from climate change
Shows the ignorance of humanity.
24/4/2018