Poetry Corner: Mama Bravo strikes again or how not to love Boeing Super Max!


Mama Bravo strikes again or how not to love Boeing Super Max

Laughing gaily they take their seats
out of the hostile freeze into the cheap tequila and sun of Mexico
the plane hurtles down the runway
passengers waiting for those free holiday cocktails
BUT
LURCH
snap, crackle and pop
like steel rice Krispies

No time for screams
What’s left of the bodies
lies steaming on the runway and looks like Mama Bravo’s dropped from the Empire State Building
on a cold winter’s day

Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “Dedication to a bus driver that will never know”

A dedication to a bus driver that will never know

blank paper makes as much sense
as the music of turnstiles
constant inflow and outflow
eddies of confusion
fail to distract the frustration
and the odious comfort of mesmerized pacing
brings little solace
as
insanity clasps the narrow ledge
of its opposite sister
masses of flesh ooze their way
to compartmentalized hopelessness
a man makes love to his whisky bottle
amidst the red eyed concert crowd who mumble by the greedy chocolate smeared faces of wretches
who annoy mimic telescreened adventures

Eros remains helpless
joylessly suffocating
while Thanatos
gleefully offers an exit
and
frustrated young poets
sit in buses
unable to meet the 5 Year Plan of literature
futilely attempting to explain all

Robert K. Stephen


Poetry Corner: “The Great Canadian Roast Turkey Manslaughter”

The great Canadian roast turkey manslaughter

58% of Canadians admitted in a recent poll they left their bubble in 2020 to other homes for a roast turkey Christmas feast
Over 20 Canadian politicians warmed their toes on foreign beaches
This is not what public health officials preache

Hospitals are bursting
Refrigerated tractor trailers and getting ready
Wasn’t your friend and family time so heady
Thank your fellow Canadians for making a Christmas surge
If we knew who you are you would be welcome to be named in a criminal manslaughter purge
Almost all of you will hide your guilt
But if you want entry into the pearly gates
you’ll be forced into never ending waits

Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “South African Roasted Pigeon Droppings”

South African Roasted Pigeon Droppings

Time said they were great
Newsweek claimed them a delight
Rolling Stone wrote they were outtasight
Playboy advised them as an aphrodisiac at night
Your neighbour could get you 10% off on a wholesale deal
Good Housekeeping rendered them their seal
National Geographic showed tribesmen scraping them off the rocks
Clearasil used them an ingredient in a cream for zits
but i
personally believe they taste like
the shits

Robert K. Stephen