Daily Archives: September 8, 2019

Two poems by Ken W Simpson

I am not a silent poet

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Honesty

The truth
is invariably hidden
behind a lie.

..

God

An extensive probe
by NASA
has failed to discover
any sign
of heaven in our galaxy
or beyond
where it may have got
swallowed
by a black hole
or exploded
many light years ago
as a star
which is why nobody
is there
to hear your prayers.

..

Inquest

An autopsy showed
the bloated
corpse of capitalism
died of greed
corruption
and self-indulgence.

..

USA

A supturing
open wound
infested
with maggots.

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Some lines on leaving, by Jonathan Jones

I am not a silent poet

Strange how ‘The Smiths’ made sense only
after I had no more use to make
of melancholy.

Self-deprecation
self-hatred, teenage stereotype,
self-taught.

Johnny Marr’s insouciant cool,
and if I don’t fit in today
it’s not merely nostalgia talking.

Merely a band that I came to
too late, in order to sound
like a true outsider.

Now is principally
the struggle to identify.
Stream pain’s banal

commodity. One cannot
live outside a wail
or wall.

Someone asks
me whether I am English
like a stage sans

seven ages.

Democracy without a doubt
Armada-like.
No way with words.

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Two poems by Wim Coleman

I am not a silent poet

Gun Rights Medley

Remember six hundred
and nine thousand
six hundred and forty
Americans died of

cancer last year and
not one shot was fired
it isn’t a gun issue it’s
a mortality issue if

they take away every-
body’s AR-15s they’ll
kill even more people with
knives we disagree on

everything else but
don’t you feel safer
to know I’m carrying
a firearm I’m a

good guy with a
gun and you hate
America so don’t you
feel safer “assault

weapon” is a made-
up fear-mongering
liberal label for weapons
designed to kill as

many people as
possible typical liberal
hypocrisy demanding
tighter gun laws

while defending
women’s reproductive
rights what next
a ban on potatoes?

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Envoi

I have no more poems for you—

you who tuck children under Mylar blankets
and sing them lullabies of hate;
you who cram your belly with mendacity
and puke it back…

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