from my cupboard fall
all the stripey flimsy bright
things I used to wear
some dull dreary mourning tide
hath made me drab as ashes
© Gail Foster 2016
Poetry
The Democracy Lark
The sweet song of the democracy lark
Once told of a bright and hopeful dawn
Now there is only a strident bark
And the whimper of sycophants that fawn
And worship the Trump and his massive wad
Lovers of money, with racist views
Vote for Mammon’s dodgy God!
The democracy lark is singing the blues
© Gail Foster 2016
God Help the Disunited States
Call for the Dalai Lama, Christ
Mohammed, and the Fates
Call the Druids, call the Rabbis
Call the angels, and their mates
Call the scientists, the physicists
To measure and collate
Call psychologists who understand
And artists who create
Call the clowns who see things sideways
And the writers who narrate
Get them sitting round a table, midst
The wildly spinning plates
With biscuits, tea, and fairy cakes
And someone to translate
Doing icebreakers, and mindfulness
And role play, and debate
And let them come up with a miracle
This madness to abate
To stop the Trump thing in his tracks
Or trip him on a trait
For Hilary’s annoying
And her shiny hardness grates
But Trump will make the USA
A horrid hell of hate
Let’s hope that this committee
Of all the good and great
Who wield the wisdom of the world
And spiritual weight
Can devise some cosmic strategy
The Trump thing to deflate
Before America becomes
The Disunited States
© Gail Foster 2016
My anthology; A Curious Poet
Today I published my anthology of poetry and prose, ‘A Curious Poet’.
It’s a strange mixture of the spiritual and the mundane, the vulgar and profound.
Some works have already appeared online, and some are as yet unseen.
There’s something to delight or offend pretty much everyone in this book.
My first year as a serious writer has been a wild ride.
Thank you so much for sharing some of it with me.
Best wishes
Gail
Curious Things Are Coming
My anthology, ‘A Curious Poet’, is coming…
Suddenly
The dead go down violently, suddenly, silently
Down in the drown of the deep
The born rise up hopefully, suddenly, quietly
Rise from the depths of their sleep
The night will fall dreadfully, suddenly, softly
Fall on the land in a heap
The day shall jump joyfully, suddenly, gently
Jump with a quickening leap
Let the darkness dawn mournfully, suddenly, slowly
Dark on the flood and the seep
For the light shineth endlessly, suddenly, subtly
Bright on the rivers we weep
by Gail
The Hate He Felt For Me
If I had known that he cared not for me
I would have dropped him, like a burning stone
Too blinded I, by silly love, to see
The hatred that he bore me to the bone
If I had seen beyond his wit, and charm
I could have passed him by upon the street
Protected heart from hurt, and pride from harm
Refrained from falling, fawning, at his feet
I should have sensed the loathing in his touch
The cold resentment in his blood and bile
Too lost was I, in silly love, too much
To see the silent scorn behind his smile
Now he is gone, and I shall ever be
Astounded by the hate he felt for me
by Gail
The One
He was The One, The One, The One
He was The One, it was true
And it would have been perfect, but for the fact
That he wasn’t just one, he was two
It was just like a threesome, most of the time
There was me, there was Jekyll, and Hyde
Jekyll was honest, and loving, and kind
But Hyde had the devil inside
A turn of a sixpence, a phase of the moon
Imperceptible shifts of the light
And dear Mr Jekyll would turn in to Hyde
Who was darker than graves in the night
I just wanted Jekyll, just Jekyll, you see
But Hyde came as part of the deal
The addition of me, making two in to three
Made a triangle spin like a wheel
It was my fault, all my fault, everything
According to Hyde, in his view
They’d be better without me, Jekyll agreed
So that’s when the three became two
Good luck to the pair of you, Jekyll, and Hyde
As you skip, arm in arm, to the sun
Well suited, free, but quite useless for me
For neither of you were The One
by Gail
Blistered
Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear
Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him
by Gail
Trump Flowers
To the tune of ‘Nelly the Elephant’…
2,3,4…
With dismay
We watch as he has his say
This is the man who would spurn the Koran
And send all the Muslims away
One dark knight
Who makes his intentions plain
Force Mexicans all to build up a wall
So they’ll never be seen again
On telly the hierophant Donald Trump
Is ringmaster of his own circus
On and on like a trumpety skunk
Trump, Trump, Trump…
Donald the hierophant set off a trump
That stank out the political jungle
Blundering on like a trumpety chump
Trump, Chump, Trump
Off-white white, is the colour he has planned
For painting the stage for his mad charade
Across the American land
What new trick is he going to perform
How bad can it get? We ain’t seen nothing yet
But the bonfires are awfully warm
The arrogant turd is appalling
Not far enough away
So wrong on the Right
With a haircut like sh*te
Followed through-out
The USA…
Oh…
On telly the hierophant Donald Trump
Is ringmaster of his own circus
On and on, like a trumpety skunk
Trump, Trump, Trump…
Donald the hierophant set off a trump
That stank out the political jungle
Blundering on like a trumpety chump
Trump, Trump, Trump…
by Gail
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