Money

Money, funny?
To many not
To others, a lot
Is never enough
Cup
Never filled,
Half empty
Half full?
Some desire
All, all, ALL
Needles? Perhaps
Dangerous? No doubt
When drought meets the living
Who will be giving?

There's no doubt that this verse demonstrates human obsession with power; the un-tethered relationship of man and money. But will western civilisation destroy itself with this obsession? Whilst there is no definitive answer to this fundamental question, it is clear that there is no set of rules; 'to many' money is paramount, 'to others' there is little desire for this superficial construct of unjust consequence. This wouldn't have been inspired by the song 'Money' at all, would it..? 

Triangles

Triangle
Cold, wet
Sand, falling
Gritty, gritty, gritty
Complex
Reciprocal movement
Cycles
Round, round, round
Coldness engulfs
Man

This poem vividly highlights the self-destructive nature of humanity; as coldness takes over the man. The 'reciprocal' manner in which the cycles of life are repeated lucidly depicts the tendency of humankind to repeat their mistakes. Or is this just Salvia induced nonsense...?

Sleep II

Sleep
No need
Take heed
No need
For sleep
Light or deep
Sleep' for the weak
To 'sanity' keep
Sleep
For life
Eternity
Time divine
One day
Puff
Human decline

A powerful piece of poetry indeed. I think this verse demonstrates the fragility of humankind; every time we sleep we take a step closer to our demise - perhaps in our weakness to comprehend our own decline does it approach us. The triviality of the lexis 'puff' demonstartes the inability of humans to the feel compassion for their counterparts - not on the level of one's individual experience, but for humankind as a whole. Or do I just have sleep on my mind?

Twenty's plenty

Twenty's plenty
It really is enough
There's no need for more
Or people start to cough
With boredom
Of moredom
And that isn't a real word
Say it more than once
And it starts to sound absurd
Twenty's plenty
But I'm not about to stop
More More More More
Will the void ever be filled
?
Material
Possessions
Drive mankind behind the wheel
Collision up ahead
How many involved?
What's happened to the dead?
Cover up
Cover up
Cover up
Whitewash the blood
Enough, Enough
Enough.

Now, on first reading you may think that this poem is hinting at the corruption of Western Politics; the word 'whitewash' being second nature to the critical observer of our politics, synonymous with everyday government procedure:  remove a problem, pretend you didn't. And of course, the repetition of the phrase 'cover up' only reinforces this idea. As for 'Twenty's plenty', I'm sure this is referring to the figure of political 'mishaps', casualties or 'cover ups', in thousands perhaps.  Perhaps the most self-explanatory feature of this poem is the repetition of the word 'more' which amply demonstrates the modern human obsession with possession and consumption; a recurring but nevertheless crucial theme. Or did I just write this because it's my twentieth post..?

The Alternative Vote

If the Alternative Vote
Rocks your boat
This is probably a waste of time
But if you object
To this circumspect
Manner of voting who you don't hate best
Without a hope in hell
For as far
As I can tell
Whether you choose 'yes'
Or you choose 'no'
Nick Griffin's going to steal the show
It costs too much!
Soldiers will die!
Lies, Lies, Lies, LIES!
Nobody knows to vote 'yes' or 'no'
For Cameron and Clegg have muddled heads
One says 'no' the other says 'yes'
But clearly, they both love the sex
In this relationship, made in hell
Neither can be trusted well
But to wipe the smile, from Cameron's face
Would make a fine end to the race
So vote for 'yes', if you choose to cast
Cos who doesn't love Cameron finishing last?

Just fantastic.

Sheep

Sheep
In a trailer
On a hill
On a whim
Standing still
Moving quickly
Through grassy
Pastures
Faster
Faster
Faster
Faster
Sheep

What's immediately obvious about this verse is the rhyming structure, the predictable nature of the rhyming scheme lends itself to the monotonous nature of the life of a sheep. The repetition of the word 'faster' can clearly reflect the ever accelerating nature of the modern life style - and how it consumes the modern life - in much the same way the word 'faster' constitutes a large majority of the lines in this verse. Then again, it would be very easy to write such a verse purely on the principle that it fucking rhymes.

Cold Air

Cold air
Against hot face
Laced
With oxygen
Molecules, indiscriminate
From the pollutants of
Human-kind
Ironic?
Perhaps, moronic?
A fact
Cold air
Over here
Over there
Cold air
Cold air

The primary element 'air' juxtaposes harshly with the word 'laced' which has connotations of interference, disruption, and corruption - symbolic of 'human-kind.'  The questioning tone of the middle verses forces the reader to re-examine the common term 'humankind' to assess its true meaning - are humans in fact kind? The recapitulation of the line 'cold air' concludes that this is where the underlying importance lies - cold air triumphing over the corruption hinted at with 'laced,' earlier in the verse. And all that's exactly what I was trying to portray when writing this. Obviously.

Fly

Fly
Walks on a window
Pain
Within innermost brain
Eyes erratic
Wings ecstatic
Bump, bump, bump
Bump
Way out?
No such luck.

I think this poem portrays a pessimistic interpretation of the a prevalent fantasy: the ability to fly. The fly within this story is subject not only to the physical barriers - represented by the window - but also the mental barriers - the 'pain' in the fly's brain. The opening line acts as an antecedent: 'Fly' and is answered at the end of the verse a consequent: 'No such luck." In this way the ambitions of one who wishes to fly are dissolved, and so too, the hope of escape for the fly. But maybe I just wrote some words and analysed them in a way that made me sound like I know what I'm talking about...

(K)Night

Night
Bares down, with
Fierce vengeance of
Darkness
Lurked, lurking
Amongst shadows
Like the beast before
The Kill
The Knight stands
In armour dark
Bewitched by the cloak
Of the Night
Knight in the Night
Knight of the Night
Knight is the Night

I think what's important to note in this poem, is the way in which the simple transition from a world of light - courtesy of the daytime sun - to the darkness of the Night, can bring with it not only a change in intensity of light, but a far greater alteration in one's state of being. The 'Knight' mentioned in the poem is initially a passive figure: he 'stands', but as the poem progresses said Knight takes on the qualities of the Night time and its accompanying darkness - becoming a foreboding figure and sharing the 'Fierce vengeance' of the Night. Thus 'Knight is the Night' as the two entities become one. But obviously I just wrote this because 'Night' and 'Knight' rhyme.

Eat

Eat
Cheat hunger
From plate
To mouth
Devour
Envelope
Most necessary verb
Without
Cannot work
Eat

Notice how the word 'eat' book-ends the verse, like jaws, consuming all the words in between. 'Eat' shows us the hunger of the eater, like the teeth of a devouring beast bearing down upon the English language as though to envelope it forever in the belly of this most primal instinct: eating. Or did I just write the word 'eat' twice for the hell of it?

Please sir, I want some more

That's right, the time has come for some more pretentious nonsensical verse:

More
They deplored, willing
To whore
To chore, nay
To score, yay
More they wanted
Never full
More they wanted
Wanted all
Yet
They'd had their share
Every piece, without care
Taken, snatched, grabbed and gobbled
And all amongst themselves
They squabbled
More
We want more
I
Want more
Fuck my neighbour
I'll take the yields of their labour
More
More
More
Mor...

Okay, let's see, well this could be highlighting our obsession with consumerism, out unadulterated relationship with capitalist ideology, the de facto reality that nobody is selfless. The greedy west has come to play. OR it could just be some words I put together because they ryhme.

Rain

Rain
Falling, fallen
Forlorn
Rain
Droplets
Cure the hostile
Pain
Rain
Molecules
Soar toward
Near perfect sphere
Rain droplets
Drown
The hostile
Fear

Let's see, I think this poem may be highlighting the importance of the base elements of our existence: fire, water, earth, and air, and the powerful influence the presence of these natural entities can have on our complex, cocooned, modern existence. Or, it could just be a load of bollox I came up with just now.

Satvia

Satvia
Not a word
Satvia
Sounds absurd
Satvia
This is how it's done
Satvia
Let's be having some
Satvia.

Work

Work, toil
Effort and toil
Oh foil
Oh foil
After work
Sleep
To sanity
Keep
Work, toil
Effort and toil

Notice the repetition of the word 'toil' creates an atmosphere of anxiety and discomfort in which the reader can observe the physiological entrapment of the poetic voice within a framework of routine and monotony.

Seeing the Appeal

Further meaningless obscurities to be interpreted as desired:


From time to
Time
We see the appeal
Feel
The appeal with
Zeal
From time to
Time

My Day in Verse

A typical Saturday, in verse

Miss

Locomotive

Wait for

Locomotive

Board

Locomotive

Travel on

Locomotive

Do things, do things, do

Things

Wait for 

Locomotive

Travel on 

Locomotive

Leave 

Locomotive

Return

Home, home, home

Notice the recurring theme of the lexis 'locomotive' really gives the piece a sense of movement and spontaneity. Splendid.

Friday

This blog is a little belated, but I think we all know what's coming.

Friday

Friday

Friday

Seven A.M. waking up in the

Morning

Going down

Stairs

Gotta get my caffeine 

Fix

Fix

Fix

Me

DONE.

Sun

So, what with the good weather and all, that's what today's poem is all about.

Sun, star, solar system, galaxy, universe

Shines, shining, shined

How long?

8 Minutes, to 

Earth?

Baked, like jacket

Potato

Plato, philosopher, man, carbon

Atoms

Up and

Atom, Solar

Atom, Sun

Atom, All

Atom, One

Well if that's not a fine piece of cryptic bollox poetry, I don't know what is.

Sleep

Another day, another masterpiece.

He'd like to
Sleep
Comes
Home, a
Heap
A hot cuppa
Joe?
Oh
I think so

Yep, that's a take.

Smokers

Smokers outside
The hospital
Doors
One coughs up
Blood
Whilst the other one
Draws

Notice here that I've added a touch of flare to this self-titled masterpiece by making the 3rd and 7th line rhyme. Incredible.

We're all pretentious poet's on the inside

This blog is dedicated to the sort of pretentious nonsense poetry that can be interpreted in a hundred thousand different ways, but basically still means fuck all. Here's one I knocked up in well under a minute; the key is to arrange your sentences in an erratic manner, juggling your syntax about in such away so as to appear to have put a great deal of thought into what you're writing:

The Moon

Stares down upon sleeping

Earth, but

A small sphere

Orbiting the only

Sun, the burning

Sun

Burning

Brighter than

Mankind, alone

In the thoughts of fools

Do

The schemes of man

Reside

Now isn't that just inspired?