Winter in Town
Dull shades walk the streets
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Dull shades walk the streets
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Why did the joy separate from the work?
Why did they go their separate ways?
Now only the old, the sick and the broken
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Short Poems |
I have been trapped
By a slide of blinding images that have
tumbled o’er my head
And my spine has snapped
Cord broken, connection nullified
As I tried to grip the fragments of a broken
life
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | People, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
Well, we’ll see that job done
Then get together and have some fun!
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Short Poems |
This whole damn world’s just a pleasure machine
I’m just a cog and I’m feeling mean
I’m going to drop love bombs on the hating scene
Shout until they put me on a screen
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | People, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
They used to call Everyone’s Fool.
Well now he’s been to the other side
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
Grinning inanely
The scientist said
“I’ve hotwired your brain.
As long as you behave,
You won’t have any trouble again.”
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The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
Insured against healthy and safe times
No camping in monkey vine-rope grids
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The more time goes on
The further away from the truth I seem to go.
I’m living from a distance
And I haven’t got there yet
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Where the forest of sensation, body of lithe limberness, instead one procession of newly installed blunders
Shut away all the good things of the earth, instead to gnaw a tail of frustration until it was amputated cruelly.
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
I scatter my seeds
A handful at a time
Planting I build a temple
To nature’s glory
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Short Poems |
Chartreuse the handsome man sat at his desk sipping scotch with water. His nose, a dripping sagging feature bowed crookedly beneath sadly sloping eyebrows and a weak, rheumy eye. He was thinking, In alternative dimensions, the one we rarely work in, time, all places are one.
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Fresh sunny morning
Tumbled out of bed
She sits how
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Sensuous marriage of
The turning tracks that
Underfoot, undefy the wheel
As all expands everlasting
Joy pervades, and tunnels
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These are people with time to waste
They just sit and stare into space
Their reserves of energy are all spent
And Good Sense? They just don’t know where it went
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Time sits heavily on the marbled mantlepiece
I’m not sure if you’re real or you’re fake
The life you live is so outlandish
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My Dad’s got a big nose
Which he blows as well <
My Mother's mouth flaps and flaps
Neither of them get ill
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I invited him to a party
Out of doors, you see
He came along quite promptly
And meat he with him brought
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
Le soleil brille, la mere est calme et plat, c’est un jour claire et brillant Dans le ciel des nuages flottaient comme des cheveaux en courant.
Les bateaux de peche ascende et descende gentillement
Des cries entendus des oiseax, les fleurs qui fleurissent,
Les ballades, insensibles des insectes chantaient
Et moi, humaine, inondee par des pensees.
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
It’s funny when
Your face seems
As as cold and as craggy as a Cobo rock
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In this age it would seem
Poverty is an illness
The poor with their insanity, stupidity, inanity When all their life has been a cage.
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
In the depths of Winter’s snowy haze
I have seen icicles spangle encrusted faces
Diamond like; and across the sheet-white places a lost trumpet call,
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
In a puddle of bedraggled fag ends, locked in the loo
Restructured, renovated and riven, mill pond pedestal
Wicker basket poured scorn, Indian techno nonsensical objectives and adjectives
Overuled bypass culture designated refract zone, sniffs Columbus’s ass
Jumped the gun, was working when should have been having fun,
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In 1873
The German botanist Haeckel
Invented the word ‘Ecology’
A transparent term
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I need You
To be cheery when I’m sad
I need you
To be good when I’m bad
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I have seen pleasures great
Sorrow more distant than a star
When I cared not what was to be my fate
And listened to dreams told from afar
Stories were told of days so bold
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Here resideth love
He sitteth on a golden throne
Around his head angels play
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Let me tell you a story
Of an island floating in the sea
Of surf and sand and sea and sex
You’ll maybe see it on T.V.
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They don’ t have to eat what They don’t want to eat They don’t have to meet whom They don’t want to meet It’s all ‘OKAY’ if they want To stay up late And if you disagree, it’s ’cause You’re a paedophile mate!
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I don’t understand why you’re always out when I’m in My soul should be fat but it’s thin
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Too many problems in my life
Just can’t cope with the trouble and strife
Dissaffection is rife
I’ve sold my virgin wife
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FRAGMENTS of life is all we have
Crazy-Paving Yellowbrick-Shithouse
Road to Nowhere Everywhere
Shining crock of golden shit
Fools no-one
Everyone loves it.
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On my travels I met a man of wisdom
Who said, “Now you are healed,”
But my head was too full
Of a thousand stories untold
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Far, over planes we cannot see
Until she meets her destiny.
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Is it jug or a jar?
Pandora’s offspring?
Has it come very far?
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COMPLIMENTED ROUGHLY BY MOON-SPOKES DANGLING
FEAR COUNTERED INTELLIGENCE
WHIMP TURNED TO CHURCH
DISTRACTED STUNG BY TUNE
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Troley was lying in a garish yellow telephone box. He had been lying there all night, and the light touch of dawn had awakened him. He was cold, and hungry.
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It’s a nuclear plant
And it’s sited in France
Not far away, a backwater
They don’t want people to know!
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See the rich nobs at the charity ‘do’
They only go ‘cos they want to be cool
Paying all that money for a charity affair
Only poor people know how to share
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Beggar on the street
Will this be his tomb?
of objects which our outer nature rejects
Is the love which begs us to question why?
They moved the goal posts
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
All my knowledge of death is allied to the life-science
All my knowledge of life is allied to the death-science
All my sickness becomes health
All my poorness becomes wealth
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Ah, I knew this song so well
It must have been a previous life
In the land of the young
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It wasn’t very far We needn’t go by car Up to the Castle then along to a bar The crowds gathered together Despite the windy weather Like being at sea
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Hone Tu ware
Warm winter California sun
All around me
People trying to hang on to power
It grows more and more tenacious
By the hour
Posted by Chris Hudson | 4Apr , 2018 | Short Poems |
A twisty-turny maze of monsters and snares
They scare me but I tarry not, bypass such cares.
Walking along by freely flowing waters in a whirl of lightly falling snow
Posted by Chris Hudson | 4Apr , 2018 | Recent Poems, Short Poems |
Chartreuse the handsome man sat at his desk sipping scotch with water. His nose, a dripping sagging feature bowed crookedly beneath sadly sloping eyebrows and a weak, rheumy eye. He was thinking, In alternative dimensions, the one we rarely work in, time, all places are one.
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She unveils herself to smile down upon me from above, pale white blanched skin;
Your beautiful eye hangs in the night sky
Behind your lover the sun has had his play
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Hitching to Dundee on a Friday, I couldn’t get up
I read for a while then set off from the previous night’s party
Bright sunny day I was grabbed by the idea to travel, to seek freedom
Collected my bicycle, said goodbye to my friend
Posted by Chris Hudson | 4Apr , 2018 | Life, Recent Poems, Short Poems |
All native instincts were rooted out, mankind in utopia where
There was no anger or hate, yet the state still kept
Banks and banks of plasma guns, just in case, they said,
We should be invaded from outer space.