Category: Short Poems
Second Skin
Posted by Chris Hudson | Feb 21, 2018 | Short Poems | 0 |
Over the Bridge
Posted by Chris Hudson | Feb 21, 2018 | Short Poems | 0 |
Of Charming Monsters
Posted by Chris Hudson | Feb 21, 2018 | People, Short Poems | 0 |
KRAW T’CHI
Posted by Chris Hudson | Feb 21, 2018 | Life, Short Poems | 0 |
FRAGMENTS.
Posted by Chris Hudson | Feb 19, 2018 | Life, Short Poems | 0 |
Winter in Town
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Dull shades walk the streets
Read MoreWhy did the joy separate from the work?
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Love, Short Poems
Why did the joy separate from the work?
Why did they go their separate ways?
Now only the old, the sick and the broken
For the Last Time
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Wheels
Revolve
Return
Evolve
That burns
Away
Resolution
Well
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | People, Short Poems
Well, we’ll see that job done
Then get together and have some fun!
This whole damn world
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
This whole damn world’s just a pleasure machine
I’m just a cog and I’m feeling mean
I’m going to drop love bombs on the hating scene
Shout until they put me on a screen
There was a man
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | People, Short Poems
They used to call Everyone’s Fool.
Well now he’s been to the other side
The Treacherous Malapropisms of Dictophony
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Grinning inanely
The scientist said
“I’ve hotwired your brain.
As long as you behave,
You won’t have any trouble again.”
The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | People, Short Poems
The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
Insured against healthy and safe times
No camping in monkey vine-rope grids
The more time goes on
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
The more time goes on
The further away from the truth I seem to go.
I’m living from a distance
And I haven’t got there yet
The Forest of Sensation
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Love, Short Poems
Where the forest of sensation, body of lithe limberness, instead one procession of newly installed blunders
Shut away all the good things of the earth, instead to gnaw a tail of frustration until it was amputated cruelly.
Sowing
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
I scatter my seeds
A handful at a time
Planting I build a temple
To nature’s glory
Some Behavioural Aspects of the Insignificant Reality of Words Revisited.
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Chartreuse the handsome man sat at his desk sipping scotch with water. His nose, a dripping sagging feature bowed crookedly beneath sadly sloping eyebrows and a weak, rheumy eye. He was thinking, In alternative dimensions, the one we rarely work in, time, all places are one.
Read MoreSentimental
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Love, Short Poems
Fresh sunny morning
Tumbled out of bed
She sits how
Sensuous marriage of
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Love, Short Poems
Sensuous marriage of
The turning tracks that
Underfoot, undefy the wheel
As all expands everlasting
Joy pervades, and tunnels
O.T.
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | People, Short Poems
These are people with time to waste
They just sit and stare into space
Their reserves of energy are all spent
And Good Sense? They just don’t know where it went
Not Quite
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Time sits heavily on the marbled mantlepiece
I’m not sure if you’re real or you’re fake
The life you live is so outlandish
My Family And Other Monsters
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | People, Short Poems
My Dad’s got a big nose
Which he blows as well <
My Mother's mouth flaps and flaps
Neither of them get ill
Loui and The Meat
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | People, Short Poems
I invited him to a party
Out of doors, you see
He came along quite promptly
And meat he with him brought
Le soleil brille
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Le soleil brille, la mere est calme et plat, c’est un jour claire et brillant Dans le ciel des nuages flottaient comme des cheveaux en courant.
Les bateaux de peche ascende et descende gentillement
Des cries entendus des oiseax, les fleurs qui fleurissent,
Les ballades, insensibles des insectes chantaient
Et moi, humaine, inondee par des pensees.
It’s funny when
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
It’s funny when
Your face seems
As as cold and as craggy as a Cobo rock
In this age it would seem
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
In this age it would seem
Poverty is an illness
The poor with their insanity, stupidity, inanity When all their life has been a cage.
In the depths of winter
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
In the depths of Winter’s snowy haze
I have seen icicles spangle encrusted faces
Diamond like; and across the sheet-white places a lost trumpet call,
In square circle
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
She unveils herself to smile down upon me from above, pale white blanched skin;
Your beautiful eye hangs in the night sky
Behind your lover the sun has had his play
In a puddle of bedraggled fag ends
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
In a puddle of bedraggled fag ends, locked in the loo
Restructured, renovated and riven, mill pond pedestal
Wicker basket poured scorn, Indian techno nonsensical objectives and adjectives
Overuled bypass culture designated refract zone, sniffs Columbus’s ass
Jumped the gun, was working when should have been having fun,
In 1873
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
In 1873
The German botanist Haeckel
Invented the word ‘Ecology’
A transparent term
I need you
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Love, Short Poems
I need You
To be cheery when I’m sad
I need you
To be good when I’m bad
I have seen pleasures great
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Love, Short Poems
I have seen pleasures great
Sorrow more distant than a star
When I cared not what was to be my fate
And listened to dreams told from afar
Stories were told of days so bold
I have seen my true soul
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | People, Short Poems
I have seen my true soul
It is neither young nor old
Neither rich nor poor
Neither a believer nor an atheist
Neither law-abiding nor an anarchist
Human Zoo
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | People, Short Poems
Here resideth love
He sitteth on a golden throne
Around his head angels play
Guern Power
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Guernsey, Short Poems
Let me tell you a story
Of an island floating in the sea
Of surf and sand and sea and sex
You’ll maybe see it on T.V.
Gloworms
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Hitching to Dundee on a Friday, I couldn’t get up
I read for a while then set off from the previous night’s party
Bright sunny day I was grabbed by the idea to travel, to seek freedom
Collected my bicycle, said goodbye to my friend
From Travels
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
I don’t understand why you’re always out when I’m in My soul should be fat but it’s thin
Read MoreFreedom from internal oppression!
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Too many problems in my life
Just can’t cope with the trouble and strife
Dissaffection is rife
I’ve sold my virgin wife
FRAGMENTS of life is all we have
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
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.
Faslane
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
On my travels I met a man of wisdom
Who said, “Now you are healed,”
But my head was too full
Of a thousand stories untold
Far
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Far, over planes we cannot see
Until she meets her destiny.
Earthenware Raven
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Is it jug or a jar?
Pandora’s offspring?
Has it come very far?
Distort pledge of worshipful harmonies
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
COMPLIMENTED ROUGHLY BY MOON-SPOKES DANGLING
FEAR COUNTERED INTELLIGENCE
WHIMP TURNED TO CHURCH
DISTRACTED STUNG BY TUNE
Death Dream 2000
by Chris Hudson | Apr 18, 2018 | Life, Short Poems
Troley was lying in a garish yellow telephone box. He had been lying there all night, and the light touch of dawn had awakened him. He was cold, and hungry.
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