Poem 14: Snob's England

Tat and bellies

It's all about monies

As made-up tarts

Play alluring part

Amidst buildings

Of red colouring

That mire the view 

For the poetic few.

No culture here

Just plenty of beer

To drown out the fear

Of what's most near:

The cycle of need

Yoked by greed

—an insufficient feed

For snobs like me. 

Poem 13: Amazon

Amazon...

Steer clear son

From this abomination

For all that tempts 

—the A-to-Z—

Is by them kept

At a finger's touch

No effort much

To transfer money

—It's so easy!—

At any time of day

Resist if you may

For pennies are easier saved

Than by hard effort made

Witness the world of work

That drives everyone berserk!

Enjoy what you own

Lying in your home

And use the library

Which lends for free

No need to clutter space

With needless blu-rays!

Yet I am a hypcocrite

I readily admit

Putting up for sale

Stuff dispatched by mail

Acquired in consumption

From the same corporation

Which gives me customers

And a stream of orders...

Amazon!

Poem 12: Welfare

Slavery and drudgery

Hallmarks of conformity

Are not my forte

—witness my résumé—

As I put off the day

Welfare won't pay

A pariah of the press:

A 'scrounger' no less. 

Feed me to the mob

It's the same as a job

Undergoing the loss

Of working for a boss.

Dependant on income

For needs and fun

Most sell labour

For financial favour

Yoked by necessity:

The logic of money.

Would they prefer the option

Of those in my position

To embrace the torment

Of reliance on government

Whose stated public aim

Is to end their benefits claim?

Poem 11: Illusions perdues

Lucien Chardon

Bel homme garçon

Prey to an ambition
Nourished by illusion

Sought the company

Of High Society

But gained no ground

Lacking in background

As he lived off the funds

Of cherished loved ones

Condemned to misery...

The fate of so many

Suffering the injustice

Of that brutal artifice:

Monetary currency!

For economic scarcity

Serves ever to control

Your and my small role

In the absent Heaven:

La Comédie humaine!

Poem 10: Tobacco

Divided and dual

I'm a divi-dual

Caught in the grip

Of a habit that won't slip. 

Driven to pollution

I'm slave to addiction

Lucid though I am

About the nature of the scam.

Victory is ephemeral

Against this particular animal

For tried I have—my best—

To put the poisonous weed to rest

But my brain craves more

Altered chemically at core

By the fuming fiasco:

The plant tobacco. 

Poem 9: Monster

Beloved Monster

My only sanity

I love you dearly

You: fellow dreamer!

Our souls meet

Whenever in company

A thing both lovely

And immeasurably sweet!

Woe at times makes claim

To your and my dismay

As forces that rule the day

Coerce with monetary chains.

Yet let us not to fear give way

Heeding instead our loving hearts

Whose designated respective parts

Are 'Monst' and 'Owlet'—like we say!

Poem 8: Julius

Ye all powerful Gaius J. Caesar

'Twas not as mere elected liar

But rather as victorious general

Friend and beloved of the immortals

That you came to rule your home

The squalid polity of Rome

Under the auspices of Jupiter

God of gods then and after.

Jealousy you caused

As conqueror of Gaul

And once your enemy defeated

Gnaeus Pompey the ill-fated

You fancied yourself King

Against Senatorial liking

—For power achieved through merit

Threatens others who wish to wield it. 

Yet be not in death vainly furious

Ye violently slain Julius

For to the conspirators' dismay

Your glory lasted to this day

Unchecked by Time's passing by

And remembered yearly the month of July. 

Poem 7: Idler's Confession

Addicted to leisure

—such is my pleasure—

I flout the norm
As an idler born

Of legal Society

—the established hierarchy—

Bringing light poetry

In a flight of frivolity 

To a world of deception

—at least in my perception. 

Untied to dire workplace 

'Tis creative fire I chase

Whether it be music's charm

In that there is no harm 

Or Literature's meanderings

Treasure to the soul's wanderings. 

The secret of freedom

The true meaning

Is listen to your heart

—don't play a part!—

Unlearning the fear

Instilled at early year 

Of those who make the rules

—the purpose of School—

That you may at length laugh

At Authority's life-denying path.   

Poem 6: Vile Minds

Vile minds only to power respond

—reason enough from them to abscond—

Ever trapped in Society's jar
Like the wretched slaves that they are

Enemies of all that is fair

—especially that which is rare. 

Poem 5: Radiant Flare

Ô grand astre solaire

Heaven's radiant flare

Beamer of shine

Over all that is fine

Let us stand tall

And in fear not fall

At the dark-clod feet

—we are but meek—

Of chiefs whose philosophy

Makes pity a mockery;

Worshippers of ringed Saturn

—Chronos of the evil turn—

Who frustrate men's needs

—as is their wont indeed—

Through the Machiavellian act

Of twisting Present Day's facts

Whether covering the flaws

Of falsely waged wars

Or bringing under control

The mind of manipulable souls.

O Leaders of Mankind!

At length you will find

That Time's ruler—the Sun—

In the field of life cannot be undone.

Poem 4: Academe

Academe, a broken dream

Turned mindless machine.

I advise you not take too close a look

And instead make use of printed books

For to the board of examiners

Compliance is all that matters.

Academe, a broken dream

Turned mindless machine. 

What can it claim of originality

When inertia stalls creativity?

They say it's about the exam

As single outcome of the plan

When the end should be to illuminate

And in matters of reality to elucidate

Like strong-hearted thinkers

Who in lecture halls to not linger.

Academe, a broken dream

Turned mindless machine. 

I think the home of talk

Ought go for a walk

Since those who can see

Know well the conspiracy

That knowledge paid money

Is worth not one penny. 

Poem 3: Heartfelt Mission

Routine enslavement

to technical enhancement

Has left not a human

Free from coercion.

I mean taxing Government

And banking establishments

Make all ends united

To keep folk divided. 

No judge can deny

That laws are just lies

Bringing unjust benefit

To those they see fit.

The evidence is ample

And this is an example

That nothing ever foils

The crimes of Big Oil.

As the evil now flows

Let us, friends, grow

That we may resist

And in fear not desist

From this heartfelt mission

—the end of corruption—

As we walk up the slope

To the beat of gentle hope.

Poem 2: Love and Love

Love, a mirror,

An illusory flight,

Tainted, scarred,

Reflecting self,

Pale witness

To Love... I mean:

Fear's fear

And Nature's Law. 

Poem 1: Dark Truth

Darkness is ever

To finite awareness

That sees not light

Where shadow is cast

Turning away

—Blind—

From that which is:

The liberating claim.