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Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on January 11th, 2018, 12:50 am 

As a couple of members have been posting their poetry I may as well throw mine out here too.

Here was one of my first of 2017:



DOUBLE SPEAK


Screens of glass, like yard-ales

Through portholes words are spoken

Sheets of paper, like sullied sails

News is breaking and broken.

The anchor sits stout and shouting

Filling minds with doubt and louting

Harbinger of untruth cast broad

Harbouring a twisted discord

Exporting the wordily absurd

Making the faking last

From metal mast they broadcast.

A news bullet-in pierces my head, fractures my skull

Making me dead

Dead to reason and with deadened thought no fight left in me

To be fought.

Unarmed mind

Once left behind opens to all

Readied to fall.

Uncorked fort pours into port

Port to port for portly men

Unabashed, likely smashed

In their liquour den

Intoxicated, ready to lie. Although they know not

The knots they tie.

Bamboozled and drunk

Hypnotised by spotlights shone

All viewing minds sunk

The end has just begun

They whine on and wine on

We whine on and wine on.

Portcullis no longer

Bars the way.

Port open

Red ichor fills the bay.

No distinction betwixt friend or foe

We’re all sinking low, hands to pumps

It’s too late

Our fate is sealed

Our ship is keeled.

I cannot hold you by the hand, held at bay in the sand

From which they fashion a glassy beaker

From which they drink and toast to speaker

In the throne above who has thrown down, a clowning “truth”

Aloof forever, drinking another measure

Screaming an uncouth "whatever!"

And the signals cast

They last

And the words they speak

They leak …

Meaning …

Is lost at sea

We are all at sea

The media’s median

Stretching our mind upon poles far apart

Hidden in the meridian

At leviathan depths

A modal average is savaged

Drowned below kith, keel and kin

Ribbing received and stove in

The mean made mean

Language bare-boned now less than lean.

We harp on, not sharpened, or keen

Harpoon in head, barely felt or seen.

They whale on …

We wail on …

Eyes and ears bound

Bound to hear and see only

What is familiar or similar

Only the absurd is deafly heard

Only the feud is seeingly viewed

Only the lurid is vividly lucid

More, more, more mooring!

Fill the ports, blocks the gates

More, more, more mawing!

Mouths work ears to rags

Lights pull eyes apart

The illusion a fake mould

The red ichor fills the hold

More, more, more … no more!

No more gates for protection.

We are all filled in

Ideas filed out

Minds filed down

Unfilled and breached, wholly unfulfilled

Propped up on a goosey, goosey gander

Slaking sensationalist slander

Having a good old proper gander!

Doubled over drunk

Unable to speak

Anything but, buttressed

Double speak.
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on January 11th, 2018, 12:53 am 

Mosquito

Look at you, my elegant friend
like a haphazard tattoo
scrawled upon my skin.
With vampiric proboscis
you nose against me;
not insistant, nor for attention.
I like that you bother me
with small irritation.
Giving to you life
for a mere speck of suffer.

I awake in the morn and
feel a tickle
instinct makes my hand
slap my thigh,
and there you are
in a sorry state
splattered like red ink
upon my leg.
I am sorry, dear friend
it is natural,
not intentional.
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Postby wolfhnd on January 11th, 2018, 1:07 am 

Mosquitoes? They kill a lot of people.

Thanks for sharing
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on January 15th, 2018, 3:50 am 

The Facing Of The Unknown

I am waiting
Playing with imaginary fating
Feigning thoughts of future frames
Playing games with hopeful fames

There is no back to end, no front to start
We are merely meddling in the middle
Bequeathed by time
Lying prone
Alone

Gone there and been here
Firmly loose within the face
Watching hands spinning
With a centrifugal pace

What delight will delight me, what horror will horrify me?
"Wait and see, wait and see", the clock ticks
With delightful and horrorific tocks
"Wait and see, wait and see", the clock mocks.
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Postby BadgerJelly on January 15th, 2018, 3:53 am 

Mathematical Breakthough (Ode to logic)


Cogs turn and wheels break
within my mind there is a tremor.

I wish to grind and shape the problem,
yet it remains emboldened, unbroken,
despite the stress I put it under.

Clean to render an artful image
without angles, without craft
some random form born anew
no cut needed to free its clue

Cleftless and hefted beyond
the heedless form drives further
with steady flight beyond the rafters
the copious problem solves new matters.

Cogs scatter and wheels melt
within my mind there is a river.
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Postby BadgerJelly on January 15th, 2018, 3:55 am 

Slovenly Sloth


Tendrils are heavy
Wrappling around acluttering
Ungolly and troobersome
No mishappen moves to flow along

Staggered and hobbled
Resist tenses lessen
Skupper-skulled and drowned
Motionless pains.

Wee weakling awoken
No word to tumbling from crag
Spittle active and tongue asleeping
Grownen and gotten gone.
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on January 17th, 2018, 12:31 am 

Probably one of my favourites of 2017:


Sushi


Umami rainbow mansions glisten

Arrayed with precision.

I pincer my stilts between their alleys

Eying the viands

I meet and greet with a biting smile

Plucking delicately

Pruning the symmetry to fill my hunger,

With a wash of brown,

With a glob of green,

I am wholly satisfied to end with pickled pink.
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on January 25th, 2018, 4:43 am 

Out of Plato's Cave

With vigor, with zest, with zeal
it is to you I appeal:
shake off those cluttered thoughts,
blow the dust you wear away
it is no cloth of esteem
merely a habit with no seam.
Shout out, "Be gone dogma!"
Dance with free gaited delight
step here, step there,
care like never before
with vigor, with zest, with zeal.
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on February 6th, 2018, 1:09 pm 

PERSONA

I pick up the mask of the masquerade
drop the task,
let people rush through
escaping like steam from the rush
they evade with a puff of smoke.

Mirrored and misty
de-robed like oranges
sitting plump and juicy,
around their skin drapes loosely
they've dropped the task too.

From where they come I'm ready to go,
I eat the fruits they expose
delight in the fragrance of flesh.
Where are they? Who are they?
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on February 22nd, 2018, 6:27 am 

Another two from the end of last year ...

Hermeneutics - Meaning Matters

Some are happy to write
and happy to de-ken any meaning
happy to leaning on darkness
and say "You decide!"

They honour sloth,
for why try to explicate
why not let fate dictate
and say "Why think?"

They are decadent
spewing forth random words
coughing up the purely absurd
they say "Your choice!"

They only interpret,
resisting any structure
fecund to a fault, fractured and split,
schizoid they're multiply dumb.

They bow to hydra
a vicious and awful mantra
duplicitous it spits out
"Open to interpretation!" with a hiss.


Prefrontal Cortex

Sharpened wits and animal fits
fitful, fitness to fit.
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on March 9th, 2018, 4:56 am 

No Clement Nomenclature

The vernacular is spectacular
in its lexical motions
the cogs spin and teeth grind
masticating meaning.
The colloquial is filial
to the parental parse,
technical and artful; a mouthful!
Jarring forms of jargon
rub up against each other
confused daimons escape
the genie lamps of our minds.
Pharaohs shudder as glyphs turn muddier,
Socrates sips hemlock to beckon the flock,
Odin cajoles Bragi to be his lyrical lackey;
to Gods we're blinded, binded and mummified
not dumb, but spouting ignorance
a cataracts to pall our eyes
- hope envisioned within a rainbow.
What shall we wish for? For what shall we wish?
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on March 19th, 2018, 1:13 am 

Medium Food For Spiders


The net is cast ...

World wide web
double you, double you, double you
now multiplied everywhere
nowhere and nothing
special.

In move the spiders ...

World wide web
double you, double you, double you
now connected everywhere
wrapped in ubiquitous
"likes".

Drained of vitality.
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on April 18th, 2018, 1:21 am 

The Silver Screen Connoisseurs

The night falls with snow
sheet casts a black and white Noir
Femme Fatal has slit the days throat
all the colour has bled away.
Bogey sits, stern face hardboiled,
eyes like a falcon upon the she devil;
not succumbing to her molten tease
unfixen by her vixen glances.
He thinks of Sam's panache and flair
looks on as she advances
He's seen the scene played out
again and again.
When the curtain falls; again
when the audience have shuffled out;
again there is no doubt in their minds
that they've seen colours in the darkness
beyond the silvery glow of Noir
hidden in the secret shadow-play of sleuth
the whole theatre was vibrant
rich with the colour of human emotion;
ripe prey for the Femme Fatal
play it again, play it again and again ...
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Re: Badgerjelly's Poems

Postby BadgerJelly on June 5th, 2018, 3:20 pm 

Rompa Stompa

Aristotle chortles mimetic
a parody of a witless lick-spittle lampooned
comedy sculpts its laughter crafter
un-mastering the mastery of the masterly majesty.

Jesters gesture to the King
satire dripping they prance and fling
their sullied words in simian farce
un-mastering the mastery of their masterly majesty.

Chaplin clowns around a silent silver circus
flagellants of foolery slapped with wit sticks
raucously erupting bacchus takes a bow
un-mastering the mastery of our masterly majesty.

Heads crack open with screams
beams split faces bringing to knees
the lesser man mocked and defrocked
un-mastered the master is regally flogged.
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