Tag: poems about life

Selected Poems We Hope You Will Enjoy.

Humans.

Humans not fit to take sustenance from the earth, they grow to make war and hate, nothing is dissipated all cram into one of many big places. The cities of mass and confusion the condensers the futile use of space where control and power is meted out like rations. No-one is allowed to see the waste, for they are wasted, like city trash and no pennies are allowed to drop in the holed hats of the poor thousands who sleep by the bulk bins, lucky to get a moral. As the dark and desperate of the night shiver amidst the dogs that howl and the fighting tom cat compete for what has become a futile survival.

Land of Divisions

Land of divisions and stereotypes, masses of multiplications of factions and nepotism networks abound. All around, world gig of contentions and licentious behaviours like seeds mass scattered of blobs and matter emerging under now virus status. Forever in mutations expect there nipples and four hands of development devolving from the new evolutions and also don’t forget to pray and pray a lot, any future is not easy in the voids of time.

Warrior of Poetry End of Year News Upwards to 2021

Warrior of Poetry has some exciting news for 2021 as we look at the production of an audio book of poetry and a children’s illustrated book called Boc Hondo & the Outcasts, a new kids environmental hero.

I Count


I count the lonely footsteps as to where they lead I know not, somewhere further on in the snow a figure beckons me. “Come on, come on, reach me. I implore you, I can help.” Is what I heard, as I approached a figure in the winters snow upon this valley track. “Come with me and I will take you to another world not far away there are people who know of you and are now aware of your years of distress, they are but nearly over.

Run

You see them coming run, you here them coming run, you know they’re coming run. Too many of them, run they’re calling your name, run, you are on film, run, running out, are you north south east and west beasts run scream for your life for the army of who are coming and it’s you they want you have a secret they need to know run, for your life.

Who Were They

Who were they walking the tops of clouds, like dissolving mountains. As you watched from down below small black silhouettes, still in the backdrop. So far away, but I knew who you were. Taking one last look at what might have been. But we are all the time limited and this sadly was the day I mouthed goodbye to and go find god, I am still looking.

Xmas Poetry & Audio Poems Ep 1.

Audio Poems

Tramps are everywhere…
Hurried Stuff, mother is in the living room.
It’s Grim Up North

A Time.

A time when nothing is in your hands, manipulation occurs, from another source. It comes to visit by surprise it does so in doses to convince you literally your mind is not your own wait. And you will feel them sleep, then see forever.

Boys Who Were Kings

Boys who were kings at ten, now sit on their own, when they were old and grey cobwebs were spun around the stiffness as the chair rocked to and fro a long nose of nobility hit the shadows, the lightbulb swung. A shadow in the gap where once burned a fire in the once living hub of familial energy, a forefinger raised still above the right chair. Arm pointing, but the direction has gone. A figure walks past the glassless window a cool white full moon is helping the voice shouts out “anyone at home” “silence man, the king is dead close the door”. All reposed nothing to report

Hurried Stuff

Hurried stuff dark rainy day strained brain sat on me Todd watching a wheeze of a sixties slice of life semi biopic of the cultural time now gone it is but madness Norman Bates is here mother are you alive or dead no it is a slipper behind the door , where is mother she is but with axe ready in the front room still watching soaps whilst I’m still in a lather looking for an open door

Latest Audio Poems By Laidlaw Wilson AKA Mason C

Turning the dial up on my ear that is what I have to do…who would have thought this was my essential connection with outer life…
It was it and it is out there, up there, somewhere in a circular field a gathering
The I before the me what are we, in one with one…
The Spooks visit loon Laidlaw who has been abducted by aliens and taken to Mars…he objects to the UFO cover up.
Sons of the euphoric mind that is the one, there work never done…
The night the cat found a spirit, the spirit of who indeed…
If man cannot stand without his props he is therefore not a man…

Monk Head The Paranoid Keeper of Pigeons, Blink Twice & Man of Soil

An hilarious poem of pigeons and paranoia in modern Britain

Blink Twice

Blink twice I thought I saw something near the window is it the past checking in to see who’s there maybe there are more nosey spirit checkers I wonder if I will be one when my time arrives for now I will sit occasionally casting my vision to the left field or could it just be that t shirt in the mornings wind if we are lucky we’ll see

Deep in the lonely wood a timber shed existed a rocking chair tucked in the corner the figure of soil recreated as man sat in this chair…
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