Poetry Blog by ray pool

THE GOD APP

The GOD  APP is very comforting

for those who seek to find

covering topics for the otherwise blind

opening your eyes to the wonder of LIFE

as it tries to keep up with discoveries

such as this new app

 

simply download online

from the CHAPELSTORE

select your harmonic colour

(favourite) for screen compatability

and empathy maximisation

 

GOD will speak with you...

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DISLOCATION

Take signs for town centre

two parallel lanes off the ring road

up the ramp for car park -

bollards, newly resurfaced - drive slowly.

Window down, ticket spat out

at last a space, tight squeeze.

Mental note - green A3

joined the celestial starburst throng

sought out visual plan 

on store locator to find the shop

low blood sugar kicking in

Costa like an open wound.

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STITCHED UP

Don't fall in love with visions

don't believe in dreams

they belong to the super rich

those who have the means. 

 

Weave their magic carpets

with resources and with thread

spend your lives in servitude

raise a tipple at Christmas

console yourselves with those worse off

one day we'll all be dead

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ST.ANDREW'S PARISH CHURCH

At St. Andrew's parish church

thoughts rise up at once sublime

and bow with cursory respect

where ghosts and guides of old confessors

share the soil with dead professors

 

who always seem to have the answers

while disconcerting questions hang

 

and looking up at moving clouds

follow the finger of St. Andrew's church

in accusation of earthly souls

who regularly f...

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PARADISE LOST

IS THIS THE PARADISE WE WERE PROMISED

they shouted

 

like headless chickens with beards

in a slaughterhouse exposed

while demons came from every corner

 

with mirrors reflecting the sun

blinding them with night

 

and the Gods of Hate so pleased with them

for bringing the innocent

to the funeral feast 

and never an end in sight. 

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IN THE WHEATSHEAF

In the Wheatsheaf recently refitted

tiny ceiling lights shone down

in celebration of the empty space

we two sat in the window seats

leather bound with guinness and scotch

 

in the afternoon of the day

where histories of the hop were planted

coaches and horses passed away

we two sat and talked and spun

in truth a sharing of thoughts as one.

 

The ceiling lights b...

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