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Clutching At Straws
Clutching at straws – as short poem by Chris Hudson. I am a wild-eyed loner at the gates of oblivion, I want to die like Jesus Christ, I want to write my name in the stars, I want to dive into your ocean
As I went out one day
As I went out one day – I met myself coming the other way My step was light, my eyes were clear
I feel like a virus
I set-off on the bicycle To trundle down the hill Into the Town so grey Where all the folk look ill
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Your words are like
Your words are like
Wounds to my soul
Pleading, cajoling, persuading
Like knives, daggers in my heart
Winter in Town
Dull shades walk the streets
Why did the joy separate from the work?
Why did the joy separate from the work?
Why did they go their separate ways?
Now only the old, the sick and the broken
Well
Well, we’ll see that job done
Then get together and have some fun!
There was a man
They used to call Everyone’s Fool.
Well now he’s been to the other side
The Treacherous Malapropisms of Dictophony
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
The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
Insured against healthy and safe times
No camping in monkey vine-rope grids
The more time goes on
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
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
I scatter my seeds
A handful at a time
Planting I build a temple
To nature’s glory
Sensuous marriage of
Sensuous marriage of
The turning tracks that
Underfoot, undefy the wheel
As all expands everlasting
Joy pervades, and tunnels
Not Quite
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
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
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
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
It’s funny when
Your face seems
As as cold and as craggy as a Cobo rock
In this age it would seem
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
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 a puddle of bedraggled fag ends
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
In 1873
The German botanist Haeckel
Invented the word ‘Ecology’
A transparent term
I need you
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
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
Human Zoo
Here resideth love
He sitteth on a golden throne
Around his head angels play
Guern Power
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.
Modern Children
They don’ t have to eat what They don’t want to eat They don’t have to meet whom They don’t want to meet It’s all ‘OKAY’ if they want To stay up late And if you disagree, it’s ’cause You’re a paedophile mate!
From Travels
I don’t understand why you’re always out when I’m in My soul should be fat but it’s thin
Freedom from internal oppression!
Too many problems in my life
Just can’t cope with the trouble and strife
Dissaffection is rife
I’ve sold my virgin wife
Faslane
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
Far, over planes we cannot see
Until she meets her destiny.
Earthenware Raven
Is it jug or a jar?
Pandora’s offspring?
Has it come very far?
Distort pledge of worshipful harmonies
COMPLIMENTED ROUGHLY BY MOON-SPOKES DANGLING
FEAR COUNTERED INTELLIGENCE
WHIMP TURNED TO CHURCH
DISTRACTED STUNG BY TUNE
Death Dream 2000
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.
Chernobylahague
It’s a nuclear plant
And it’s sited in France
Not far away, a backwater
They don’t want people to know!
Charity do
See the rich nobs at the charity ‘do’
They only go ‘cos they want to be cool
Paying all that money for a charity affair
Only poor people know how to share
Beggar on the street
Beggar on the street
Will this be his tomb?
of objects which our outer nature rejects
Is the love which begs us to question why?
They moved the goal posts
All my knowledge of death is allied to the life
All my knowledge of death is allied to the life-science
All my knowledge of life is allied to the death-science
All my sickness becomes health
All my poorness becomes wealth
ah
Ah, I knew this song so well
It must have been a previous life
In the land of the young
CASTLE NIGHTS
It wasn’t very far We needn’t go by car Up to the Castle then along to a bar The crowds gathered together Despite the windy weather Like being at sea
Virginal Virginia’s Vagina
Hone Tu ware
Warm winter California sun
All around me
People trying to hang on to power
It grows more and more tenacious
By the hour
Some Behavioural Aspects of the Insignificant Reality of Words
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.
In square circle
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
Gloworms
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
All native instincts were rooted out
All native instincts were rooted out, mankind in utopia where
There was no anger or hate, yet the state still kept
Banks and banks of plasma guns, just in case, they said,
We should be invaded from outer space.
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Witches eye
Stared at sky
Starry reflected moon
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Meeting on the banks of the Nile
You could see people going past on benches
We moved, and rolled the lawn for them,
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
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
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
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!
Thought
Lesioned temporal thought lobes
Spasms if time, infinitely long
Infinitely short
TRUMPCAT (To the tune of the 80s kid’s cartoon Topcat )
Trumpcat!
The unopposable Trumpcat!
The bisymposable
“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
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
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
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.
REDEMPTION POEM
When will I listen? When will I learn?
The right to exist doesn’t equal the right to earn
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
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
Janz
The sky hung in coloured threads
Music wiped away our dread
Our senses are drawn out
Into another world, no doubt
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
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
Haiku
Red dragonfly
On the lip of a teacup
Shimmering
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.
Fall Out!
Let’s play nuclear fall-out
You can join in all the fun
Let’s play nuclear fall-out
Now it’s time to run
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
Enough Conceit.
Yak yak yatter
Nic nik natter
How I hate the chit and chatter
Aimless as starlings
Pointless as meteorites
Abstract trajectories
EARTH CHILD.
Before the wind kissed my feet
I tied ten blessings in a sheet
Cursed by a crow, carried afar
Don’t call me on Tuesday my socks are neat
Ten thousand crushed cataclysmic catacombs
I thought you had wallpaper paste in your hair
It was a drowned apocalypso downed your daisies at dawn anti-cymex egg-smeller!!
It was you megalithic monolithic van der Graff
Dark Gardens of the Empyrean
MEETING ON THE BANKS OF THE NILE
YOU COULD SEE PEOPLE GOING PAST ON BENCHES
WE MOVED, AND ROLLED THE LAWN FOR THEM
‘Crow’-magnon
Shining bright over Moytura
A glistening sea of spears and blades
In the dark, denizens illuminate
Creeper
Avoiding askance!
Avoiding askance!
How we avoid
The responsibilities set upon us
Sneaking up on our consciences
Come Closer
You sat
Like a cat
Blue eyed and
Perfectly relaxed.
CHRIS IS A VERY SPECIAL GUY
YOU WANT TO KNOW AND ASK ME WHY?
Because he is humorous and always funny
Even if he has not much money
Cameron.
Lasciviously horrible
Your prattle gushes from my TV and radio constantly
Your beady little eyes seem to survey all
Brain
We meet in the middle of this, our battle-ground
This war fought through the ages now bears a distant sound
BLESS.
Bless the earth , bless the seas
Bless the woman, brought me to my knees
Bless the skies, bless the stars
Bless the drunks, hang around in bars.
Behind Bars
This poem should be behind bars!
It injects drugs and drives around in cars!
It meets loose ladies and hangs around in bars!
This poem should be behind bars.
Beauteous morn to see the day
Beauteous morn to see the day
Young babe sleeping in a manger lay
Peaceful, innocent and so full of life.
Baby Shower Blessing
“Congratulations on your baby to be born
May her future be so bright
With flowers adorned.
God protect her and her days be filled with light
Jesus bless her and keep her with his might.”
The Blessing.
“Congrats on your baby to be born
May her future be so bright
With flowers adorned.
God protect her and her days be filled with light
Jesus bless her and keep her with his might.”