Poems With A Dark Side

It's hell from leather if you gave up your skin
It's hell from leather for the animal within,
And fur is no fun if it was ripped from your back,
Just where is the dignity, can't you cut me some slack?

Mother Nature's Calling

Mother Nature's calling, she will surely be having her own way,

Mankind thought that he held the throne, but has he had his day?

Around the world the extremes grow, disasters that knock so many down,

We may get up and build again, but more and more we wear a frown.

There were images the grey man could not see
Did not want to see in all probability

Walking by the glass doors and windows of modern stores
No warmth of being within their cold crisp alloy frames
Where flickering shadows had been cast by troubled lamps
High above the manikins with their blank eyes and no names

He saw no reflection of his life therein
The bubble of his own life just waiting for a pin

Cold and grey though he was the irony escaped again
Smart suits warming lifeless bodies in a warm store
Would he lean against another door later to soak up
Any escaping heat -  then off, the shadows to explore
Seek cardboard to burrow below before the night frosts
Dark grey, pale black, damp mists swallowing each snore

Aching bones, loud groans,
joints that creak in tune with moans,
empty purse but much to say,
pensioned off before her day.

Now her tripod bag she wheels,
nowt to do but bear the squeals,
oil is something she'll never seek,
her hearing aids gone up the creek.

Arthritis struck at thirty six,
another of life's dirty tricks,
born with ears that weren't quite right
and both were stuck out in clear sight.

Mum had passed a good while back,

The Two Musket Tears

The two musket tears were warm and red
Just a moment before the girl was not dead
Just a moment later the man was sad
Two flashes and good went terribly bad

"Stand and deliver" was the bold shout
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