Wednesday, 28 March 2018

Poetry Thursday 303 - Ending again

Easter Sunday in a few days where an end becomes a beginning. I thought that I would resurrect a couple of oldies that are still relevant.

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The End

Let’s talk of death and what comes next,
of looking into an approaching light,
breath slowing and shallower,
petering out to nothing.
The features increasingly untroubled,
The need for Earth’s breath receding.

‘But what comes next?’ the big question.
Heaven or hell, good or bad, light or dark,
Or nothing.
Peaceful existence in the arms of the Being.
Stoking the flames of the Fallen One.
The delicious attention of 72 virgins.
Or nothing.
©David L Atkinson October 2017

Deliverance Prayer

May we beg on bended knees,
to relieve us of the leader please.
Abhor the twisting and turning back,
on policies, and give May the sack.

Hammond should have the sauce,
to take a positive economic course.
Please relieve him of his duties,
return the country to fiscal bounties.

Rudd, a terrifying harridan,
patrols government with damage done.
Remove her from the Tory matrix,
this controlling middle class dominatrix.

Rees-Mogg, Tory of a different world,
pronounces with imagination unfurled.
Please remove him to a site less cheery,
that he gain a degree of social maturity.

As for Boris, where to place,
he is a beast of a different race.
The danger is that this bleached beaver,
could well become Tory leader.
©David L Atkinson October 2017

God Bless