by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com
Percy McWhirter Opened the Album
The Picture Was Rare
& Yes He Still Has His Hair!
What Has He Done?
This Lonely Bum,
To Have This Life,
Stocked With ‘Invisible Strife’
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He Has An Inner Ball
It Lives In His Chest
It Turns Rotates & Seeds
Enfolding Un-sprung Energy
Into His Private Cosmos
Where The light is still bound
———-
Still Waiting On a Flawed Theory
We Wait & Are Stood Up Again
And After The Grimness Fades
We Seek A New Appointment
We Wait & We Wait & We Wait
And We Are Stood Up Again
Then We Wonder
What’s Wrong With The World?
——-
When Making Life Rhyme
He Sounding Like A Hack
He Beckoned The Blind To Clap
He Gestured The Yellow To Yelp
He Left Their Delusions Unvanquished
And They Rewarded Him Richly
——–
Now An Old Man
His Kid Gloves Are Removed
He Sits By His Fireplace
With A Ledger In His Mind
He Turns His Last Blank Page
Scribbling “Regrets” To the Left
Scratching “Wins” To The Right
He Ponders The list
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The Divided Words
Collapse Into The Margins
The Chaff Is Now Separated
Yet The Wheat Seems Strangely Spare
A Creeping Nagging Fearful Feeling
Envelopes His Mind-Body & Soul.
“Have I Wasted My Entire Life?”
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He Died Clutching The Ledger
They Had to Pry It Off His Hands
He Remained Upright By The Fireplace
& It’s Still Smouldering Coals
His Eyes Were Wide Open,
He Had A Look of Despair
A Fine Funeral Was Held
They Crammed In the Aisles
But Try As I May
I Can’t Remember A Word
Of What Old Percy McWhirter Once Said
( Writers Comment – Thanks For Reading “The Bonus Poem” Poem – The First Of Twenty Twenty Three. Yes It Is Shameless Filler, But It’s Only Function Was to Smash The Dreaded Lurgy – an Affliction If you will – That I have dubbed “The Dreaded Blank Pages In The New Year Syndrome”. It just roles off the tongue. M.A.S 09/01/2023)
(Writer”s Update # 2 – I Massively Updated & Improved The Poem – I’d like to think it is no longer “Filler”. I think Its’s Not Bad For The First Poem Of ’23 M.A.S 10/01/2023)
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