Category: poems

Strum Pet

F ame beckoned. Guitar bought. Arm
r eadied. Book opened. Chords
e xamined. Delight dampened. Endurance
t ested. Found wanting. Guitar sold.

This bit of nonsense brings to an end another week of wonky words in response to WordPress Daily Prompts.

Better quit while I’m ahead or else, as my ever-alert Mum never stopped warning me, I’ll stay like it! And my ever-alert readers will have noticed a slightly disturbing obsession with insignificant detail insofar as all the capital letters are guitar chords in perfect sequence – FGABCDEFG.

How crazy is that?

Hmm, time to lie down in a darkened room and dream up ideas for the next post! Something a bit more substantial and sustained, methinks … maybe something triggered by any replies this one gets?

Ha, no pressure, I can always return to my default topic – the endless void at the hollow heart of nothingness … ūüėČ … In the meantime, remember not to fret!

 

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Quick Turnaround

C aptain Carnage has seen the light
R esolving to give up the fight –
A s for the foe
N ow it’s GlobalGunCo
K ill Profit On Death
in his sights.

 

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Power Pop

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S ummer 1962, early evening, a balmy breeze bringing
O ver back gardens some teasing radio scraps of an unfamiliar tune.
N ot loud enough! Telepathy, perhaps, because someone cranked up the volume.
G oing to Number One, I mused, bogus mind-reader turned bona fide prophet.

 

 

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poem & afterthought

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D id we say one thing and do another?
e verybody singalonga Joni going
p lease o please look after the garden
l eaving a mountain of trash at the gate
e verybody singalonga Joni going
t ill it’s gone you don’t know just what you got
e verybody living on borrowed time

Easy when you think green to imagine it’s other people making all the mess. The truth is, everybody bears some responsibility. Anyway, shared guilt works better than pointing the finger. And just because we’ve fallen short doesn’t mean we should stop singing aspirational songs. Touchstones, yardsticks, beacons … call them what you will, their manifest truth lives on in spite of all our feeble backsliding.

So, once more with feeling

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Departure

G etting much more heat than
L ight, Jo Publik switches off her TV.
I t is so quiet she can even hear herself think.
M aybe, she wonders, without all those warm words and inflammatory images
M y grip on the world out there will weaken?
She opens her window.
E very single bird in the sun-dappled garden
R eplies in song, as if to welcome her home.

 

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