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PoArtry – Miss Polly

“Miss Polly” by Derek Baker, an interpretation of the original poem

Caterwauling choirs, cranberry with canned fizz bull doze sleeping giants across causeways

Emerald eyes rupture roots standing italic, shaking spears at any globe in orbit.

Teacups and tiaras take the biscuit when the silver spoon isn’t full of sugar.

Dunkers hold court but it’s a masquerade ball.

Play by rules you’ve retweeted.

We fall for the measurements kissing the ground hoping they’re others sizes.

A pound of flesh isn’t that expensive.

Have a heart! That’ll do

Won’t you chuckle, brothers?

We sigh into cyclones pedalling clouds to pander.

Ganja seems more sacred than the Ganges but its peace, love and respect right?

Let’s all hold hands please

But don’t touch me

Alright, if you must

Just don’t thrust into the dovetail.

We try to make the “would” work when what’s supposed to isn’t the bigger prism.

Expect folk to harmonise with our music even when the track is hidden.

Ask them to rock our world and never throw stones

Ask for granite provolone in chromosomes forgetting a skeletons just a mobile home full of flaws and cracked windows.

Playing scratched records hoping our set has some floor filling singles.

But what has the bigger ring to it?

Be who you are even if we disagree? OR tick every box until nobody breathes?

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5 / 30 Turn it down

chameleon

The chameleon.

Is born for rainbow dancing

Needs silence, sometimes

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5 day Poetry Challenge – Day 1: E.O.W

I was nominated by another poet via Facebook to post a poem each day for 5 days. This poem could be freshly written or something that hadn’t been posted before. I’ve opted for faith in the poems I’ve had less contact with since they’ve been written.

Fighting in the ring of denial

Boxed in

Boxing truth

Looking for that knockout blow

Jabbing

Moving in white lies

Lines

But I can never avoid the speed of reason

The power of logic comes home to roost on my chin

If truth can set you free

Then my mind is housed in glass doomed to crack and shatter

What is the purpose of fighting truth when revelation is a redeeming knowledge served on a platter for you to add to your arsenal

Wisdom is an acquaintance of knowledge

An acquisition that will not arrive horse drawn.

Wisdom and knowledge are the bridge with railings we deploy to ensure we cross through situations safely

Without these tools we crash into trouble at breakneck speed

Just as your five fruit a day

We need these

To begin

At the end of the weak

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The Journey (52/ 2)

With one hand I can count my roots.
What have I left? Who is right?
It seems day’s dressed as night
Isn’t the sun meant to be, The Christ?
Like an atheist crusade in Saudia Arabia, a cloud switched off the light
Where am I going?

If every paths been beaten, by walking them, am I adding to the torture?
These taut virtues taste like battery acid
It burns to speak in tongues in the temple of my thoughts.
So I make melodies from metatarsals and meditations
Striding alongside the reservoir of motivations
I bear my cross along side man made war
To weigh stone cold silences mistaken for peace
My ears swallow to make a sum of my failures
Where am I going?

From the mourning comes englightening
If hades is broad statements, paradise seems narrow minded
I drink the colours from the sky and define me.
Is it called insight when you’re blinded?
I know, If I turn left, I’ll find right again,
I know I’ll find my fight just when I write without aversion
Without purpose, two feats don’t make a legend
It says walk with me

Sure as some steps forward feel like blessings full of curses
Perseverance is more than a purse of verses
Sometimes I want to turn every cyclist into the Icarus of the Trent and Mersey
Disperse them to permanent immersion with a note that says, Today you received mercy
Yet smiles and saluations from strangers dispense these urges
The grass is only greener when my circuits start e-merging
Although I stumble dividing colour because this trip it seems so purple
I AM Going
To work

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White Christmas

White Christmas

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
The kind where the sun rekindles its romance with the snow caps
Where snow men and choirs of angels slow dance
Whispering I love you to the ocean deep
See her smile is like Ivy
Inviting glad tidings to clamber inside of me
Producing designs on the evergreen epitome of unhampered festivities till my heart is hungry for holly soliloquies
Giving me food for thought
I mean Prawn cocktail soup or fruit for starters,
Roast chicken pork or beef is nice to eat with
Apple sauce turkey and cranberry,
My plate’s a jamboree
Oh how can it be
That I’m awake to taste the feast of a queen
but I’d rather sleep so I can Dream
Of White Christmas
Snoring sweet nothings like recited scriptures
Decorating her tree of knowledge with presence and babbling baubles of boisterous bliss
Dangling dawdling discord over the hearth of a warm heart like filled stockings over a mantel piece
Where feuding families ceasefire and foster fragrant flames of decorum
And peace is the productive pupil of purposeful prudence enjoying a purple patch because
Want and wondering have wondered in to wisdom
For wishing well is genuine genius
YOU KNOW
I’m dreaming but
Sleeping with one eye open is two tenths of the law
I’m just trying to activate my santa clause
Cos I want
My white Christmas

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Confession

Forgive me father for I have been sinning
I have grown used to the taste of losing
Not winning
My tongue lost the strength to spit
I have been chewed up by home truths
Flavour sucked out by excuses
I have a humans right to live
My spirit’s bruised with my humans right abuses
The truth is
I’ve had so many bibles I lost my religion
Been cut up by independence
Call it indecision
Naturally short sighted
Drunk from half empty glasses to find my vision
When I thought I’d had my chips
You’ve sent me soul fishing
In murky ponds where I don’t belong
The boat that rocked has been my cradle
It’s been a grave moment
I’ve been a victim
Been a baby
Rape alarms like a lady
Constructive criticism would detonate me
Father i blame you for not being there when I needed you
Now forgive me I pray thee
Forgive me I pray thee
Let my convictions bow their heads for the guillotine
I need to slay me
So forgive me father for my actors part of
The plays that flopped and the songs that never charted
The principles I bartered for illegitimate babies I fathered
Stretching my arms like Moses to simply break a piece of my heart off
Fed it to mongrels as bread crumbs
Played in tongues like sand dunes
God was not present when some temples sang in tune
Boo da sin tax was not a pleasant or peaceful one
I’ve learned to change my calendar cos after several dates another piece was gone
It’s not the one, neither were they.
How many times have you got to be brought to your knees before you learn how to pray
So now I say, father forgive me for I have sinned
I have poisoned my air conditioning with a brazen foul wind
I have broken 7 seals by boiling the sea of change to a thin
Vapour
Been enslaved by the paper
Cuts, selective memories like super man tore his cape off
Left myself unprotected like a boxer fighting with the tape off
Gone digital with my misery cos apathy tore my tape up
They say time is money, with every groan I earned a pay cut
Walked around with open wounds this warrior fought and learned how to stay cut
Bathed in salt cos I thought it would show heart if you heard my pains love
Forgive me
For I am sin
I have broken the promises I once held dear within
I am the snake within my grass
The eve with in my garden
I am stone tablets with your commandments
In fact just stone hearted
Drowning in waters that I’ve charted
For me, I am martyred
So father forgive me
As I do

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The Watcher

We live to garner misty eyed history
What’s the jewel in a vision when a fool can twitter wisdom?
Rumours fuel the cistern, news drives the piston
Gears of war we shift them
Buy into the download without questioning trade position

Occupy, religion, a petition for peace
A theism will be the currency of the beast
You’re a zone soon timeless imprisoned by reservoir dogs
Chanting for the real man as though man can really be God

Trying to educate Rita’s I wonder why we bother
It’s like impregnating women that don’t want you as the father
Time to face the ugly truth, talk about pre-Madonna’s
Charisma carpenter’s superficial
Seems we’re finishing in the darkness
Fighting the fiction of forefathers
Enshrined in Jean Paul Sartre
Claiming to be Levite rooted amidst a climate of dishonour

Fiscal factions, code masters, program us to disarmour
The liberty once fought for
When’s the roll going up yonder?
Has earth ever been this sombre?

The romance of advances an antidote to privacy
Increase taxes in broad daylight
Yet want to jail us for prayer and piracy
Minority reports, majority too blind to see
Animosity retorts truth is a crime, believe
Elohim mixed spit with dirt
My template for life in rhyme to bleed.

So Sick it’s almost tasteful
Tell your ears grab a plateful
So much Scheisse’s served in factual fable
I wonder are we Cain or Able?
The governments lost its bite
The army seems so sabre
Bobby Caldwell brought the light
Now we’re spotting signs of illumination

Earthquakes, typhoons volcanoes
An ex Fugee helps the Haitians
Black panthers are chocolate Nazis
Who never get de nominations
Napalm’s the new facial
Post a picture to your Facebook
You’ll see a Christian observing Ramadan
Before a Sharia leader tastes pork
Cos gaining status is a cakewalk

Is that incite or hate talk?
Fork in the revelation?
When some folks job is to ignore
I wake them with this my resignation
I’m just an apprentice baker
Serving a piece of peace to the creation
What is the truth of freedom?
When speaking your mind is inflammation
See they tie us to the net
Drip feed us degradation
Wiki leaks are demonised
Yet divorce is information
Consumerism is a religion
Where every guru gains a saint hood
Some worship fame and money
Then claim to the world there aint a God
Am I a bible basher because I dare to name God?

Mass conversions on the rise, trending topic, it aiint hard
There’s no tape for me to duct down so join my fight on the same card
In time a poet will be known as saying instead of their name
The bar(re)d

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