Poetry Blog by ray pool
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...
Friday 17th November 2017 9:10 pm
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....
Wednesday 15th November 2017 11:17 pm
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
Monday 13th November 2017 10:13 pm
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...
Tuesday 7th November 2017 9:23 pm
IS THIS THE PARADISE WE WERE PROMISED
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.
Friday 3rd November 2017 9:13 pm
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...
Wednesday 1st November 2017 10:55 pm