Daily Archives: October 7, 2019

Six poems by J. D. Nelson

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friendship artichoke listener

the can of ham is a new amazing hup
open it up for disgusted guests
there’s nothing to digest

this is my specialty
disappearing from view

I’m buying another planet
& my western lobes are tingling

earth is a many mirrored h.o.b.e.
with linus the real seventh

now we have a brain
and in the brain an egg
and in the egg a beast

the roving hand is a hard rock lucky

wood you start
the famous tree to disguise the art

the fighting tree
the words were like diamonds in the poem

and that something is the morning of the rain
the key to the brain being online and wet-wired

that rainbow is the ticking hand
what is white rice

half of them are in the belly by now

that head was a light burg so they say
this was the best earth could do at…

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2019, by Harry Gallagher

I am not a silent poet

(With apologies to Orwell)
On a warmer than normal
Autumnal morning,
the clocks all struck thirteen.
No one heard as England dreamed
of Spitfires and bunting,
streetparties, fox-hunting.
Somewhere in the distance,
three doors down your street,
bobbies on the beat
whistled a merrie tune,
while loosening bricks,
smithereening the front door
of planet-hugging peaceniks.
No warrant needed,
no cause for alarm,
a warning well-heeded
will keep you from harm.
When the siren calls, muster
in the Churchill Pavillion,
repeat after the speaker
from one to a million:
There was only ever one Winston
There was only ever one Winston
There was only ever one Winston….
“Extinction Rebellion eco-warriors arrested as police batter down doors in raids….”

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