Saturday, November 9, 2013

Paul Tristram- Three Poems

Burst Into Flames With Concentration

Sometimes it’s like that.
The Will and Focus
strained to such a pitch
that I can almost feel
slowly cracking
with the intensity
in the Attic of my Soul.
Where it is always
an Autumnal day
and Memories and Thoughts
are stacks of coloured leaves
waiting for the slow
blessed release of Ember.

© Paul Tristram 2013

Red Coat Murderers

Why must they hunt Foxes?
It gets me so very angry and sad.
It is an oxymoron in sight, completely
because they are wonderful to see
riding out in the British Countryside
upon their proud, noble horses
and the pack of dogs running together,
jumping walls and hedges
always looks so amazing and thrilling.
It is a perfect rustic picture
that adorns many a village pub wall.
Yet, all that effort, pomp and glory
just to hunt to death a beautiful Fox?
Something’s in life I will never understand
and here is one of them right now!

© Paul Tristram 2013

The Fat Lady’s Singing

She is singing her heart out
can you not hear her?
The pain and the anguish
imprisoned within that desperate song
are almost nerve-breakingly unbearable.
Jesus, it sounds as if Lucifer himself
is scraping his red hot trident
sharply down humanities blackboard
of peace, love and freedom.
The anger and the frustration,
the wailing and the screaming,
the environmental tears she sheds
whilst viewing this poisoned, polluted
decaying planet whilst
chokingly singing with a broken heart.
As we recycle war and starvation,
tax the poor and augment homelessness
and wrap the whole stinking lot up
in bows of lies, selfishness and greed.
The fat lady’s singing like she’s fighting!
But she is nearly at the point of collapse
and if she falls the real losers will be US!

© Paul Tristram 2013

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.

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