Six poems by Mark Young

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is not to have thought

According to the
patter over & in
between the tracks
from unsigned
bands that the late-
summer elephant is
playing, a burst of
radio energy from
deep space is
likely to cause the
scaling back of opium
production on campus.

The peer reviewed
literature proposes
the use of ritual
cleansing & the
wearing of under-
wire bra bikini
bathing suits with
low cut bottoms
to prepare for any
subsequent mayhem.

Götterdämmerung

I wake up late.

Dylan Thomas is in the bed beside me.

He smells of liquor.

I am about to throw him out when he starts speaking.

His words don’t get to me, but, oh, that Welsh accent.

I remember I liked him, long years ago.

Must have been when I was a windy boy & a bit.

I’ve moved on since, following neither that path

nor the road less traveled by.

Other avenues…

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This is not a poem by Anthony Anaxagorou

This poem has had over 4,000 hits since I first published it! Brilliant, Anthony!

I am not a silent poet

This is not a poem

and I am not a poet

 ……

when I’m unable to find a better way of saying that in 2012

48 people in Great Britain were killed by guns

and 120 women killed by the hands of their beloved partners.

 ……

I am not a poet

 ……

when I can’t find a more beautiful way to say

that no nation in the world imprisons as many members of its population

as America does

 ……

that more Black men in the U.S are incarcerated today

than what they were during the peak of South Africa’s apartheid

no

 ……

I am not a poet

……..

when I can’t find clever words to illustrate the fact

that before 2008 Nelson Mandela had been on America’s list

of most dangerous terrorists for over 60 years

…….

that Cameron is a liar, that Cameron was a key member

of the…

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Rocking Carol, by Sue Millard

I am not a silent poet

The version according to St Donald, 2018
..
Little Jesus, sweetly sleep, do not fuss.
Your Mama wants to become one of us.
We will rock you, rock you, rock you.
We will rock you, rock you, rock you.
Soon our rhythmic marching beat
will out-stamp her weary feet.
,.
Little Jesus, sweetly sleep, do not fret.
Donald tells us you’re a threat.
We will mock you, mock you, mock you.
We will mock you, mock you, mock you.
Do not use your infant smiles.
We are wise to migrant wiles.
..
Little Jesus, sweetly sleep, do not call
While we build our border wall.
We will block you, block you, block you.
We will block you, block you, block you.
Soldiers face you at the gate;
we won’t let you immigrate.
..
Little Jesus, sweetly sleep, do not stir
While the helicopters whirr.
We will shock you, shock you…

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