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Folly's Feathered Foils (Ramble On)

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited October 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Another day of loneliness
Binging, unwanted, on holiness
Nights without lust
Sings the saviour god, to me

Bailed like hay
Tightly wrapped tethered and slung
To platforms on wheels
Taken to be fodder in Winter

Sings my soul,
Some saviour, God, to me
Ye have not seen
And ye do not believe

That’s right,
It is necessary to be an atheist
Until otherwise
The next Black Hole is near

Forsaken and lost
Dried upon the cross
Stale bread and blood
Nails flecked with flesh

Reason we should neither seek
Nor speak in the bottomless
Chasm for I have yet to find
A brick of sense down here

Holy, wholly, Holly,
Just a little folly
Whilst the morning chill
Sings daytime’s feathered trill
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    It's nice to read one of your poems olderman. :)
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