LVX CREARE

(or) Verse, Organic and Inorganic

Category: Poetry

December 28, 2016

Red Leather Chair

Follow your head he said
the wise man with his pipe
and his book and degrees
and his red leather chair
just follow your head boy

my head it fails me sir
it does not speak to me
in words I understand
my head it fails me

Then follow your heart
said the man in his chair
with the smoke in the room
and the dust on the books
just follow your heart boy

my heart fails me sir
it does not speak to me
for it is timid and quiet
my heart it fails me

Then follow your dreams
said the man with degrees
gently stroking his beard
with a mild agitation
just follow your dreams boy

my dreams fail me sir
for it’s long since I dreamed
my pillow is soft yet
my dreams they fail me

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December 28, 2016

Perspective

When the clouds become too heavy
they give way and rain falls on to the earth
filling all the cracks and running to the sea
wetting the soils and bringing new life

it has been this way since time immeasurable

You my little butterfly are just passing through
the earth does not blink in that time
despite your beautiful wings and display
you are only a small stitch on a great tapestry

colourful, yet brief

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December 13, 2016

Not Hallelujah

Two weeks before Leonard Cohen died

I sat down in my chair and tried

to write a poem to his Hallelujah

Instead I wrote a vignette of

an American family torn apart

by greed and religion

and abandoned by love

 

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December 12, 2016

Not Even A Real Poem

If crazy people don’t know that they’re crazy

I wonder whether sometimes

when a group of crazy people get together

does everybody think

that they’re the only sane one in the room?

and I also sometimes wonder

if crazy attracts crazy, cause deep down we all are?

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December 2, 2016

Suffocation

The man at the front shouts out
a random burst of incoherence
perhaps a stroke of the divine?
more than likely something like
helpful instructions to the driver

My head is in my hands

The woman at the back harangues
some unfortunate cellphone caller
perhaps some belligerent salesman?
more than likely something like
the downtrodden man in her life

I try to tune it out

The young boys on the other side
play their obnoxious urban music
perhaps some artistic revolution?
more than likely something like
cheap drum fills and angry words

I want to block my ears

The girl just there she nods her head
a kind of rocking deep compulsion
perhaps she’s writing rhythmic poems?
more than likely something like
a habit to keep the voices muffled

And this bus smells like bleach

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November 16, 2016

But… But… But…

I know we are all doomed and
that the men in ivory towers
give us no more than a thousand
years of human life on earth

until we drown ourselves in filth

I concede we’re self important
it’s every man for his own self
and we must trample all the others
before they dare to get ahead

rats on a great spinning wheel

I know it’s probably true that
it’s all the fault of those preceding
the way the turned a blinded eye to
the trouble piling up down here

that’s no excuse to repeat their mistakes

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November 2, 2016

Portrait

The mother wrings her hands
in desperation at the tragedy
the look of tired helplessness
unfolds like the twisted petals
of the rose nobody wishes for

The father sits and rests his head
against the white and clammy palms
so heavy from the weight of years
replaying all the memories
the very worst film in town

The brother kneels before the bed
his frantic, hoping supplication
a flood of bitter tears sustained
the belated pose of entreaty
too late to ask for second chances

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October 25, 2016

Kick Back The Ladder

You who came before us
who rest upon your laurels
in gilded warm nests
no cares for your weary brow

What have you then left us?
war and desperation
poverty, greed and famine
great cathedral of the holy self

We who came thereafter
crawl in the dirt of our fathers
no shelter or assurance
you look down on us and sigh

We who labour for your harvest
toil beneath your avarice
and each time we near the altar
you close the temple door

Kick the ladder out from under you

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October 25, 2016

Better Skies

Maybe somewhere there are better skies for us

Room to spread our wings and a fairer air

Sweet cool breeze and smell of the ocean

Broad horizons and endless summer nights

Sleeping under a billion pinpoints of light

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October 9, 2016

Unsettling Dream

Had a dream last night
made somebody cry
I don’t often dream
but last night I did

No lover refused
departed from me
and grieving passed by
his head in his hands

Shocked and bewildered
I could not decide
just what I had said
what crime I had done

In my dream last night
brought someone to tears
no concept of why
but last night I did

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