Poetry

Edgie Quirk #1

Salacious appetite for all things

meaty, but tonight is seafood surprise

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Poetry

Take Flight

 

Close your eyes, drug your senses,

feel the wind scorch your face,

cling on tight, ready for our fight

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as our dragon soars over forests of war;

as we cling to his scales, vibrate from his roars

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smell the sulphur engulf us as clouds

open fire, their acid-rain melting

through airplanes and drones

that attack with dictatorship,

hatred and fear.

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Religious fervour wears au-de-murder:

Children rotting, limbs detached,

innocent heads hang from the trees,

drip-feed the earth as Vitamin Pain.

Women weep, raped and beaten;

eyes hollow, they pray

for death’s hand on their throat.

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As our dragon soars

and roars and snarls,

our  growing Eutopia

is suddenly Outopia;

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as our dragon swoops low

he spits fire at the beasts

that demolish our peace,

our power, our time.

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He tears them to ribbons

with claws glistening red;

he crunches on bones

 

with fangs sharp as razors.

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Their screams die half-formed,

as we tremble with rage.

Too late we land and stand

in the massacre

of our people, our friends,

our freedom, our hope.

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Airmail

Hoard your feelings

in this mouldy cardboard box.

Wrap them shut

with a cow’s intestines;

add its leather as a label

and send to Madagascar

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where the lemurs can chew,

claw at the memories

and scents and tastes, devouring

your emotions until the pain

fades

away.

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Does Insanity Cause Creativity

Or does creativity cause insanity?
Our wandering

mind 

lusts for gems,

jewels, poetic gold-dust.

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We crawl through the tunnels,

the warrens, the burrows;

smothered and swallowed

by horrors a-plenty.

Drowing in visions

of murder and rape,

Swimming against currents

frothing with blood;

engulfed in a hurricane

of tears from all victims.

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Cannot contain, cannot ignore.

Our knees buckle, we crumble

until we dare hold our pen.

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