Day: December 31, 2018

Well done

Well done, they said because I cleaned my teeth
I bought a brush,I did not use a  leaf
I swear I ironed them  while on Hampstead Heath
Where all around dead  poppies tried to breath

In the pond   the water’s  dark and bleak
Nearby  soldiers tossed in  poppied wreaths
As if dead  men could swim in English lakes
Well done?

The sun on the horizon left a streak
I wandered, looking at blue plaques
And wondering why Great Britain came to crack
But then again, we are well known as freaks
I  hear my joints as they murmur. creak
Well done, they speak
Well done

All done

Against sadness

white concrete building
Photo by Pille Kirsi on Pexels.com
 
Against  sadness:no-one here must weep
Nor lounge  about in melancholy deep
Was Van Gogh senseless to permit  his muse.
For  even masterpieces,was the price too steep?
We see the yellow chair  but not his views
Nor his  mind where technique made strange leaps.
Nor was his journey broadcast on the news.
Against sadness.


Happiness  or joy is hard to find
When we rest, the News preys on our minds
Yet some are  cold  towards the slaughtered priest
His nose a beak of bone  in old  face lined
Now Muslims go to Mass and join Christ’s feast
Against sadness.


What rages in the mind make men  kill thus?
In Syrian wars  the  innocents fare worse.
But these are our near neighbours so we weep
And wonder how to end the  frightening curse
The sins we once committed hold us deep
We   stretch our arms out, wanting to be nursed
Against sadness