| Poem No 206
by Frank Hogan
SUNDAY WORSHIP (Early 21st Century)
I no longer go to church any more But instead give my motor a wash Goodbye to the candle the bell and the book And hello to the bucket and splosh
I worship my car and it carries me far Though the petrol is very expensive I can drive to the shops or funky night spots The list of the trips is extensive
When I'm driving along I sing an old song And remember my days without wheels The improvement is such with the gears and the clutch I can show you a clean pair of heels
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Poem No 207 by Guy Miller
EVERYONE EXPECTS- a poem inspired by a hard day at work
Everyone expects from me I don't know why, I guess that's just me
When something goes wrong They know where to come In one way or another I've done my job wrong
An over helpful personality It does me no favours People tugging at all limbs ...Do me a favour
Now I'm sure you're all thinking What a pitiful young man Only I have to rant Or else who would understand?
I try so hard to please And get nothing but grief It really makes you wonder...
So anyone reading this Would have come to the conclusion That trying not to be selfish Brings nothing but persecution
Some people take advantage Others just take the piss But when I'm gone from here They'll say who's that good bloke we miss?
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Poem No 208 by Alfa
Revisiting
melodies about forgotten moments haunt her a place without shadows a bloodshot sun the wind silent
as her heart embraces solitude words turn into radiant colours
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Poem No 209 by Gordon Thompson
PS FOR THAT LAST POST (See Page No 31)
Remember
that post last summer The
one that leaned over At
a crazy angle Tempting gravity to do its worst
It
reminded
me of me And
was finally flattened
By
Walter the pigeon Who
normally perched On
the highest thinnest branch Of
the leylandii Seeming weightless
Like
the single grain of sand That
tilts the scales So
where is the one man Who
can change the world We
need him Now
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Poem No 210 from Frank Hogan
Are you listening?
The sun shines brightly But where am I now? In for a piglet In for a sow
There's a hard nut of logic I cannot crack A series of false starts Stretching far back
So where is the answer? Where is the proof? Who's in the cellar? And who's on the roof?
Stop asking questions And stop asking why? There's a man at the door With a turn in his eye |
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