shayarisms4lovers June18 129 - Pollution | A Poem by David Russell

Pollution | A Poem by David Russell

A seedy world chugs along the locusts’ path, Sterile and bedraggled. Abrasive greed outstrips all poisons, Piling tiers of death. Vile ramparts, flouting Nature, Compost’s rebuff, outlive the weak flowers As if perverted oil Clogged up the clean, arterial flow of life To jar us with a fractured orbit. Oh that the light from the moon could brain us! Could we but inhale our eyesores And vomit forth revulsion from neglect; Oh: could we but deflect desires From cursed and blinding foci And with that broken wheel, true ploughshare Dam all erosion, lashing filthy burrows! Not yet – for hopes can only gel Beyond our grasp; Not yet – while we cruel anglers bait ourselves; While with excess we glut excess To make a false, round giddiness Our self-conceited quicksand – Drifting as we breathe.

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shayarisms4lovers June18 63 - Crack-Down Tribunal (Re Jack Straw’s ‘Community Treatment Orders’ for the Mentally Ill) | A Poem by David Russell

Crack-Down Tribunal (Re Jack Straw’s ‘Community Treatment Orders’ for the Mentally Ill) | A Poem by David Russell

Borderline Personality Disorder – Everybody welcome to the edge! It’s the cripples’ convocation; We’re the tin end of the wedge. Rattling jars of medication cocktails, Pinballs batted in eternal circles, Listen to the words of wisdom: “Do what they tell you; don’t ask questions; Take what they give you, don’t ask question.” It’s the Crack-Down Tribunal; Of great sorrow be expectant. Crack-Down Tribunal; Governmental disinfectant! Ever felt stuck with a discard label, Shred of we rag in the midnight drizzle? Hope comes shining through the cracks; The flames rise high as the hiccups fizzle. Ever hammered on a DSS perspex panel, Been head on with some po-faced nerd Who just can’t cope, so he ups the dosage; Remember the voices that you heard – Do you hear voices? Do you hear voices? It’s the Crack-Down Tribunal; Of great sorrow be expectant. Crack-Down Tribunal; Governmental disinfectant! When the hypocritical is hippocratic, The autocratic gets automatic, So you’d better get mentally acrobatic And stuff your heads with anti-static! It’s the Crack-Down Tribunal; Of great sorrow be expectant. Crack-Down Tribunal; Governmental disinfectant!

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shayarisms4lovers June18 235 - The First Adventure | A Poem by David Russell

The First Adventure | A Poem by David Russell

That shadowy entrance, subdued glint, spark of eyes! You trod all cultures with your classic grace Of posture, figure, profile The breathy touch, so tentative, The answering squeeze All beams and tiptoes as we trod Unspoken message: “The dream’s come true” The curtain nearly volunteered To close itself. I was poised to give the word; Fired by our kisses, you took it from my mouth Each garment spoke surrender as it fell A flower-show of fabrics Adoring those limbs which they had covered; Warm air on new divested skin Near liquid in its heady density Our bodies new-revealed, dreamed up A gallery of art-figures, Our mounting breath Kindled their animation in our honour Those facing entities suffused with mutual nourishment The rising sun the backcloth of our dual climax The bathing epilogue The farewell walk A froth of blossom round our tender steps That fleeting perfection was the purest art Framed in an idyllic memory.

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shayarisms4lovers June18 255 - Checkpoint | A Poem by David Russell

Checkpoint | A Poem by David Russell

Lurching, they bluster – ghouls into the chasm. Fierce lava, blowing, nullifies their fall And dissipates harsh gravity’s concussion, Forces a seething screen of phoenix cowardice, Leaping to swell Into a fresh, mendacious crust, Tripping and throttling the led Into a smear upon pure metamorphic beauty. The skeleton’s jaws yawn apart; A stranded mountaineer was frozen At his prime pinnacle, Denied warm, compromised decay; A calcium landmark now, but broken loose; A boulder never neutral To those in fear. One gouged and bored – New Sisyphus, with ever-sinking aspiration For no stress, no fall – For him the indefatigable light Breathes limbo silicosis. Can they combine? Eternity transcends the cheap ideal Of mutual obliteration. A mountaineer trapped in a submarine, A miner in a satellite, A megalomaniac performing his own precious lobotomy Hoping the abolished question mark Can keep things safe and solid. Purgation’s smudged when bound to fire, Denied release from fizzy process, And even air can clog and sludge The ultimate suction of life’s syllables Into fatuous pinprick stars, No line can break full circle.

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 09 - With Respect to the Whale | A Poem by David Russell

With Respect to the Whale | A Poem by David Russell

Oh, man – foul carnivore! Gorging beyond all need for sustenance, Gorging beyond even your body’s bounds! And is this a fixation on your prey, A lust for prey-communion? Willing your own, final annihilation By turning into quarry That great, that fine, that more than any beast; Sea-mammal – in its form a synthesis of elements, Model of global harmony, Sea-mammal – its pure song of sight and touch A blending of all sense, beyond man’s symbols. Oh, man! Knowing yourself so small, Are you in full immersion lost In dental agony of harpoon barbs, Asphyxiate in quicksand blubber? Or, in false striving To cheat the others of fair depths Would you burst, flounder, cast up useless bones Sick binder for your film Of mineral perversion? Oh you, that made of noble forms Cheap factories, demolished in a day For pulp, for ballast in the supermarket Without the dignity Of geriatrics’ corsets; Oh you, who pay mock homage To rare or extinct species Behind museums’ glass, in research confines To rare or extinct species – know your vanity! Know that the see-through panel That seals rare specimens from mundane soiling Is to yourselves a mirror! There your end . . […]

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