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GULAG CONCENTRATION CAMPS New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones. - Wattpad
GULAG CONCENTRATION CAMPS New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones. - Wattpad
GULAG CONCENTRATION CAMPS
in the compounds
of our towns
and cities,
we've been turned around
by old entities
and walked into
the other end of light
without a fight.
all the dream land
in the green band
is blue-
the rest of us, are plebs and tramps
in gulag concentration camps
for spivs with swag
troughing on what we had and have.
don't imagine it will change
if all the fat seats and venal faces
are rearranged-
the oratory from those Other Places
of imitation Jackson Pollock's
is nothingness,
a suited
elite rooted
mess-
bollocks.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones, 25th November, 2012. All Rights Reserved.
LOW VAULTED CEILINGS New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones - Wattpad
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LOW VAULTED CEILINGS New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones - Wattpad
LOW VAULTED CEILINGS
within those man stone walls
promoting their god
bringing us to him
i told the priest-
you tell us to be content
with poverty
while you live in this big house
throwing us scraps
begged from money lenders.
this is not what Jesus
asked his disciples to do.
this is not what he died for.
he said live amongst us
and share what they have.
the priest,
red with rage,
oppressive and oppressed-
pulled my mam aside
made her shrink in his stare
weep in his words
walk me in our sins
from his dark-damp house of angels.
outside
in feral sunshine
i pointed to grinning gargoyles
chasing chastened shadows
back down primitive paths-
to a cellar flat,
bare bulb dangling
prison beam probing
baptised flesh
and mam tipped tears
soaking into straw mattresses
sucking up cold from the flagstone floor
woodworms eating a Van Gogh table
where six mouths sat
sharing stale bread and cold beans
with whiskered skirting board mice.
years later,
i left Dedalus in Dublin
in the pages of a book
to his epiphany
and Jesuit suit of guilt-
while i quenched
my glistening fruit
in street light ladies-
drenched in smokey curling
dancing clouds
and stories from voices
bouncing off low vaulted ceilings
caressing human in darkness.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones, 1st January 2013. All Rights Reserved.
CONFESSING ALL CELESTIAL FEELINGS Love Poem by Strider Marcus Jones - Wattpad
CONFESSING ALL CELESTIAL FEELINGS
i love the way
your bum looks buffed
in the morning.
us both all scuffed
with forest musk
like dew spray
from romping and rawling
on rumpled sheets
to rhythms and beats
of Babylon
in humid gardens hanging on.
how eagerly love spoons
in the blossoms and blooms
of sun hazey afternoons,
then scented evenings
lying under jasmine ceilings
confessing all celestial feelings.
this ball of changing colours
and notes of lovers
piping from a wind chime,
wraps us both around time-
in dancing orbit
and singing duet
of gravity met
in mind and wit.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 7th June, 2013. All Rights Reserved.
Friday 12 July 2013
Saturday 6 July 2013
WATER AND MIST New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones - Wattpad
WATER AND MIST New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones - Wattpad
WATER AND MIST
let the world do what it does,
and when the desert
comes for us
we will be water-
so the seeds of new ideas
can replace the wars and fears
of decadent thrones
spying on the homes
of those they slaughter.
bring on the peoples revolution,
that returns our stolen
land into our hands
from these swollen
fat cats, with their final solution
and fascist FEMA plans.
let the world do what it does,
and when the guns
are turned on us
we will be mist-
eclipsing everything they've done
when we resist.
strike them like ghosts
in the halls of their hosts,
topple their temples of sin-
dissolve all their banks,
then their missiles and tanks,
leave no corrupted survivor-
cleanse what's within
for a new way to begin
by severing each head from this hydra.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 4th July, 2013. All Rights Reserved.
Wednesday 3 July 2013
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