Digital tides rising from wire headed monks
to prey on tradition and make mockery of Love.
Electric dog awake!
Grand earache of technology attacking from exits and entrances
decieving the pinheads with bare societies ~
a cyber neon clergy of pop ups and empty links.
Proxy kings
(innocence of Gods),
step free of commas and question marks
come join the tabloid tribes...
©Steven Francis poems 2014
More poetry from Welsh poet/writer Steven Francis. Described by one reviewer as "the poet with a magic microscope into human emotion", Steven is a fascinating walk into a dawn where the sun reveals everything...
Wednesday 21 May 2014
Wednesday 14 May 2014
Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee
was God to me,
a docile tip of fury
in potent pose for good.
Bare philosophy
in open shroud,
tiger truth
born of dragon ~
twin forces silent
settled with his pup...
©Steven Francis poems 2014
was God to me,
a docile tip of fury
in potent pose for good.
Bare philosophy
in open shroud,
tiger truth
born of dragon ~
twin forces silent
settled with his pup...
©Steven Francis poems 2014
Sunday 4 May 2014
Evolution 2:17
Fear looks with wooden eyes
from city veins in barbed hell,
to murder on a swan horizon.
No love of God
or love for dogs ~
Wish they and followers
would slip into babel lacerations,
clutching crooked jackdaw hearts
and muted hernias.
Man is safe from ref throat halls,
tricks, learned so well...
©Steven Francis poems 2014
from city veins in barbed hell,
to murder on a swan horizon.
No love of God
or love for dogs ~
Wish they and followers
would slip into babel lacerations,
clutching crooked jackdaw hearts
and muted hernias.
Man is safe from ref throat halls,
tricks, learned so well...
©Steven Francis poems 2014
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