Author: Chris Hudson
I see my true love everywhere
To be insured against the contingencies of fate
A discourse where half the answers come too late
Their leavened bread was eating you whole
From out of time’s mists the church bells toll
A Different Road
I work
It is a mind-dulling, monotonous process
Relaxation is guaranteed to purge all rebellious thought in hazy absurdity.
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It seemed no sin to believe in magic
Or to be living a myth
A symbiosis between man and nature
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Shit Eating Green
Shit eating Green you’re going to go far
Ecologist on television you’re a movie star
Dope smoking jungle walking environmentalist
Governments and corporations on your hit-list
Shock! Horror! Man Bites Dog
‘Man bites dog!’ so the headline goes
Though how it ever ends no-one really seems to know
The dog was full of spite and the man was full of hate
The newspaper’s aim was this image to inflate
SHORELINES
Went down to the water’s edge
Spoke with the sea
About all the things that were on my mind
Of governments and policy
STAR WARRIOR
To navigate the eternal now
Seeking past and future in the present
Star warrior, eagle-like amongst the galaxies
In Llew Go- Ap
The piper played all day long
Many kinds of youth
They are all there, they are all playing
The old folk listened
To the peculiar noise without approval.
The Behemoth of the Deeps
Temples of the briny, star-encrusted cave mouths
Realms of razorwire around the sacred sacrosanct abomination
Hallowed ground where now rosebay-willowherb and poppies
THE FAT CAT SITS ON THE MAT
I’m a Fat Cat
Reaping the profits of insider dealing
I’m a Fat Cat
I’m into “in-the-know” trading
The King Is Dead; Long Live the King!
Just be, live, carry on, receive and give.
Is madness a reason for not knowing?
The Proseman’ s Guide to Writing Poetry
All lines should rhyme
Because when reading it
This saves a lot of time!
A Different Language
The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
Insured against healthy and safe times
No camping in monkey vine-rope grids
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Dread Squabble, Reed Warble, Creed Scrawled
Crucifixes watched over in threshold experiential, tracing every motion before
Like a quivering muscle that neurons refuse to fire, yet expanding delight
Earth wanderers and reed-weed squanderers, tumbled into town
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“Wanderjahr” – (The Wandering Years.)
I am a serious poet, and also a serious headcase
Some days now I seldom show it, but once I was hit with mace!
Yes I want it, yes I need it, I bleed regret but can
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When God drops His crumbs
When God drops his crumbs
Into our muddling pool of reality
They tumble to earth
Windows XP I Salute You!
Windows XP you were the greatest
Though of operating systems not the latest
My friend through times both rough and smooth
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When We First Heard the News
We heard it on the Beeb, it was no freebie
This news so sad, that the mother of our monarch
Was deceased. She went in her sleep, for,
She’d had a good life.
WEDDING POEM
All hail thee, lovely laughing maid!
On this auspicious day thy match hath made!
The Lord shall Bless, and all shall see
And on this day, shall married be!
Wordy Beast
I tied a dead body to my steed
And dragged it through the dusty town
It was the corpse of American democracy
SIR GAVIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT
Since the siege and the assault ceased at Troy
Smashed and burned the castle to charcoal and ashes
The man who was there wrought the cunning devices of treason
Was tried for his trickery, though the truest on earth.
LET MY COUNTRY DIE FOR ME – A Mis-Reading of James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’
MAHAK MAKAR A BAK HI! HI!
BANG, BARANG BANK BARAABUM
BARAABUM! TINKLE! SHRIEK!
SEX IN THE 80s.
You may be all grown-up and free from guilt concerning sex
But I’m not, I’m caught in some God-damn 80s hex
Belonging to a long-forgotten age of superstition
Second Skin
Before I cast off my second skin
And let the silky darkness in
Turn off the light
And into night
Spill the day’s noise and din.
The Last Living Rose
God bless…
Beautiful England
As the last living Rose
Quivers in your hand.
REDEMPTION POEM
When will I listen? When will I learn?
The right to exist doesn’t equal the right to earn
The Turning of the Tide
Lady Luck, she’s a whore
Learn to live and lick the wounds
Self-inflicted that you adore ~
Pick at the scab that which heals
To deaden the pain which anneals
Kneel before the law you abhor
Over the Bridge
Cross the bridge- Budge!
Criss cross
Pipes, Cables, Girders, Bolts
Whilst up high
Birds wheel in the silky sky
Land treads softly at water’s heel
ON A LOVELY DAY, COBO, CASTEL, GUERNSEY
ELECTRIC ARCHING CRISS-CROSS, MAUVE AZURE AND BLUE
A RIPPLING CORUSCATING COLLAGE OF COLOURS DANCING IN THE SEA-SAND-SCAPE
SUN DIPPED BELOW TUMESCENT KOHL-RIMMED HORIZON
Of Charming Monsters
Who am I?
I am the sun that shines on everyone
Lights you up from tip to toe
Tell you things, perhaps
You’d rather not know
NO NUKES IS GOOD NUKES
NUCLEAR FAST BREEDER REACTOR
SPEEDING TIME IN FISSION FACTOR
PARANOIA BREEDS DISTRUST AND DISDAIN
PUTS BLINKERS ON THE BRAIN
DISGUST AND EXPRESSIONS INANE
Mad Woman, Leave me Alone!
Mad woman, leave me alone
When I tell a joke, you throw a fit
And frown and scowl and moan
Negativity Poem
Bad People
They Swear a lot
They don’t Care a lot
They Spam a lot
They Jam a lot.
KRAW T’CHI
The rising sun faces
The sickening moon
And the fires in the engines
Go on one by one
I Was A Rasta
I was a Rasta, a Taoist, Zen, Christian, Buddhist, Pagan Homeless, poor, yet wealthy and landed My forebears knew Christ, yet the horned god
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I HAVE SEEN MY TRUE SOUL.
I have seen my true soul:
It is neither young nor old
Neither rich nor poor
Neither a believer nor an atheist
HUMAN WEED.
Working in gardens
Tangle of weeds menaces at me
Parched soil where weeds are concreted in
Arthur’s Castle
Thunder from a jar
Lies
Stored
Taken from afar
Lies
FRAGMENTS.
Fragments of life is all we have.
Crazy-Paving-Yellowbrick shithouse
Road to Nowhere Everywhere
Shining crock of golden shit
Fools no-one
Everyone loves it.
Evidently, Donkey Town
The bloney traffic’s bloney slow
Everywhere you bloney go
The bloney Social’s bloney tight
The thugs in pubs all love to fight
Recent Poems
SIR GAVIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT
