Observations I sit watching a parody of fools Spitting out hope The janitors of our conscience Excreting promises siphoned off by the masses I’ll chuckle as the lasso Of endless circles Traps its unsuspecting Ambitions Robert K. Stephen
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RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “The hunter”
The hunter Gentleman they say Kill at the office Or in the fields all day It really matters they say The show them you are the boss of your way Like the sheep they hunt there must be leaders or the flock will stray It is really this way For them animal and man areContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “The hunter””
RKS British Literature: Jojo the Scottish Lady (John Fowles)
I saw a round cheeked face, no make-up. A fringe of brown hair pigtailed at the back, thick eyebrows, very dirty fingernails holding a fag-end. When the lights went on and we waited for the next feature she tried, with a really pitiable amateurishness to pick me up. She was dressed in jeans, a grubbyContinue reading “RKS British Literature: Jojo the Scottish Lady (John Fowles)”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds); “The Visit”
The visit (at an LTC Facility) A Mercedes parks just off the main entrance A sleek and well-heeled man emerges from within Treading along feeling so fine with his charitable act He visits once a year At the “welcome desk” he is advised his father is not yet Prepared And would he kindly wait aContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds); “The Visit””
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Paganistic Birthday Party”
Paganistic Birthday Party Assembled about the synthetic evergreen altar Are the little dazed children Stunned as if pondering the words of the wisemen They murmur their pagan chants Materialistic hymns of candy, games and toys Greedy gleaming eyes of the little fry thought to be cute Wish they could have more than they sere TheContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Paganistic Birthday Party””
RKS British Literature: London the City of Drab Dead (John Fowles)
If Rome, a city of vulgar living, had been depressing after Greece, London, a city of the drab dead, was fifty times worse. I had forgotten the innumerability of the place. Its ugliness. Its termite density after the sparsities of the Aegean. It was like mud after diamonds, dank undergrowth after sunlit marble; and asContinue reading “RKS British Literature: London the City of Drab Dead (John Fowles)”
RKS British Literature: The Nakedness and Humanity of Greece (John Fowles)
In my mind Greece lay weeks, not the real hours, behind. The sun shone as certainly, the people were far more elegant, the architecture and the art much richer, but it was as if the Italians, like their Roman ancestors, wore a great mask of luxury, a cosmetic of the over indulged senses, between theContinue reading “RKS British Literature: The Nakedness and Humanity of Greece (John Fowles)”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren”
Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren Nice little baby Come here little sweetheart Want a big kiss from mummy Little chicken tidbits for a delicate sweetie Daddy poo wants to take you for a walk No big doggie will molest our little baby And when you return home a cookie Oh you are such a wonderfulContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren””
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “All we get are the coffee grinds”
All we get are the coffee grinds The mighty converge in golden dimensions Crouched behind pheasant and brut Forging the new world For the exclusive benefit of all Charades for fools and the scribbling bloodsuckers Fantasizing Vomiting streams of foulness to be lapped up by ignorant optimists Applauded from the black robed rotunda Let itContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “All we get are the coffee grinds””
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Finalized Conclusion”
Finalized Conclusion You don’t want to BUT You don’t know where to go What you’ve done wrong How many people you have hurt Pain Suffering Selfish grief What can you say What can you do What shall you do The razor blade gently calls To Slide You away Robert K. Stephen
