Poems
Pen And Paper (A Twin Cinema Poem)
This is no blank page. It has been written on
It has been everything For hundreds upon thousands of years.
Always listen to my advice, It has been used on a path to success,
For my advice is to write, A way of expressing yourself
Through timeless art, Through maps and speeches,
Writing is everything, And everything.
Even this poem, Just like all poems, this one has been written.
This was once a blank page, And now it is blooming with life and words.
Make a poem yourself, Explore the magic of pen and paper yourself,
You can write a book, You can write a magazine, an article, a newspaper.
A plan to take over the world, A letter to a long lost soul.
You can do anything, With pen and paper.
Pastiche Poem (Langston Hughes) - Snailed It!
Little snail,
What are you doing?
Drinking
From the rain droplet?
I’m happy!
You say,
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
Though you’ll never be as big as one.
When company comes,
They’ll laugh at you,
Though you know that one day,
Nobody’ll dare
Belittle you,
And be ashamed.
I’ve known rivers,
And they’re strong and resilient.
Ancient dusky rivers,
Just like you.
Besides,
What they think doesn’t matter anyway
The light at the end of the tunnel
Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is a ball of fluff
There she was
As sweet as can be
Brown fur, brown eyes
She was the key
Half a year gone,
Grief slowing its chase
Swimming pool of tears
And me—treading water in place
Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel wags its tail
That white-tiled floor
Stale airport air
Brings back memories of how
Everything started there
I had reached the light
Crouched down; trying to stay calm
Tunnel reaching its end
As she bounced into my arms
And sometimes,
Well, sometimes,
The light at the end of the tunnel pees on your carpet
Not so hypothetical
He stands at the switch
The train shining in the tunnel
Five men on one track, one on the other
Who to pick…
Which is right
And which is wrong?
He diverts the train
Towards the right
Minimising loss of life
Hoping it was a dream
And that no one would die
—
I wake up
The light at the end of the tunnel is coming closer
Wheels screeching against rails
I look to my right; the main track
That track is leading to five people
I recall a trolley, an old crazy problem
What is ethics?
Who knows
Maybe it’s hitting me right now.
A TASTE OF YOUR OWN DOG MEDICINE
I’d gone to school, gotten homework,
And later found it all devoured,
My dog had eaten every sheet
I saw bits between his teeth
He needed to learn his lesson
To see paper and not drool
So I sent my naughty pup
Off to obedience school
When he came back again
It was him with homework now,
Sheets of paper stapled together,
And, strangely, I went ‘Wow!’
A temptation settled in,
I thought just one taste,
The hunger grew too strong
And I charged at it with haste!
I looked up to see my dog,
Eyes open and in shock,
Stunned by what he saw,
All he could do was gawk!
I guess humans and their owners
End up quite alike
Now we share a stack of A4
Every Friday night!
Dropping The Mask
When through the mask, I thought I saw your face
I envisaged it, an amazing map
In a different time, in a different place
Far too much going on in the large space
Echoes, lights, outside sounds, a loud clap
When through the mask, I thought I saw your face
There we were, just like crystals—all encased
Ready to be stolen, another mishap
In a different time, in a different place
Life, everything felt like a giant race
Wondering when it would be the last lap
When through the mask, I thought I saw your face
I looked at it all, following the trace
Handwritten, black rain, taxicab, wiretap
In a different time, in a different place
Then, even hatred was commonplace
It was all waiting for fate’s thunderclapWhen through the mask, I thought I saw your face
In a different time, in a different place
Fire Tastes Like Ice
Fit Literacies Seek
Rifle Kitties—Cease!
Fleeciest A.I. Strike
Creakiest File Site:
A Stickier Feet Lies.
A Celeries Kite Fist,
Silkiest Eerie Fact?
Fire Tastes Like Ice.
