Submissions by Josh (Joshua Bond)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write mainly poetry for the inner journey. I also have a feisty side-line of writing poetic commentaries on the war industry and politics & culture. "When power corrupts, poetry cleanses" (JFK, Oct 1963)
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2022 10:11pm
1st Oct 2022 10:11pm
Haiku/Senryu, Nr.09 — History Repeat
Tower of Babel
is being built. The language
is technology.
is being built. The language
is technology.
#power
#technology
#religion
#senryu
#historical
36 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2022 10:37am
10th Sep 2022 10:37am
Villanelle Nr.23 — Reviewing the Queen and Us
To the discordant witch we had to say no
a long time ago as the terminators proceeded
without a hitch ’til the wee small hours and time to go
home where cold beds lay waiting for us and so
all we had to do could have succeeded
by shutting the rough sheds and saying no …
sadly naïvety piqued the flow
of consequences and firmly heeded
the lies spooked rickety minds ’til time to go
demonstrating that to keep the show
on the road one keeps language fully seeded
steeped in pageantry to test the plebs' grit to say...
a long time ago as the terminators proceeded
without a hitch ’til the wee small hours and time to go
home where cold beds lay waiting for us and so
all we had to do could have succeeded
by shutting the rough sheds and saying no …
sadly naïvety piqued the flow
of consequences and firmly heeded
the lies spooked rickety minds ’til time to go
demonstrating that to keep the show
on the road one keeps language fully seeded
steeped in pageantry to test the plebs' grit to say...
#oppression
#politics
#money
#HumanRights
#inequality
80 reads
13 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2022 11:57pm
2nd Sep 2022 11:57pm
Terzanelle, Nr.06 — Floating Ark
My eyes became accustomed to the dark
accustomed to the subtle shades of light
as silhouettes became a floating ark
The labels we invent like day and night
cut up holy cycles into bits,
accustom us to making dark the light
Defending all these labels gives us fits,
we rage against another’s point of view
and cut up holy people into bits
But holding back and asking is it true?
maintains an open mind…, we try … forget …
and spike again the other’s point of view
The signals clanging loudly force a bet: ...
accustomed to the subtle shades of light
as silhouettes became a floating ark
The labels we invent like day and night
cut up holy cycles into bits,
accustom us to making dark the light
Defending all these labels gives us fits,
we rage against another’s point of view
and cut up holy people into bits
But holding back and asking is it true?
maintains an open mind…, we try … forget …
and spike again the other’s point of view
The signals clanging loudly force a bet: ...
#spiritual
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#redemption
109 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2022 10:01pm
23rd Aug 2022 10:01pm
Further
Who knows when the boat will sail
and whether we’ll be on it
or watching from the shore?
The train will leave on time
but will it stop
at the station we are standing?
And the plane, ah - the plane,
after many checks and tests finally takes off -
are we looking down
or staring up at a disappearing line?
Be we spectator or participant
the future solves itself
as the mouse scurries and the bull charges.
But sometimes, just sometimes,
a mountain bends down, scoops you up,
places you lovingly on top...
and whether we’ll be on it
or watching from the shore?
The train will leave on time
but will it stop
at the station we are standing?
And the plane, ah - the plane,
after many checks and tests finally takes off -
are we looking down
or staring up at a disappearing line?
Be we spectator or participant
the future solves itself
as the mouse scurries and the bull charges.
But sometimes, just sometimes,
a mountain bends down, scoops you up,
places you lovingly on top...
#inspirational
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
117 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2022 11:20pm
26th May 2022 11:20pm
Haiku/Senryu, Nr.08 — 1950s Nuclear Technology Promise
Electricity
so cheap, won’t even be worth
billing you for it.
so cheap, won’t even be worth
billing you for it.
#technology
#politics
#TruthOfLife #historical
#TruthOfLife #historical
139 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th May 2022 9:41pm
17th May 2022 9:41pm
Haiku/Senryu, Nr.07 — 2020-2030
The scaffolding will
come down but a frightening
wall will have been built.
come down but a frightening
wall will have been built.
#politics
#TruthOfLife
#senryu #historical
#senryu #historical
123 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2022 8:09am
24th Apr 2022 8:09am
Villanelle Nr.22 — Languaridge Connspinnery
These gray daze languaridge has bean phlished
down the loo, croodoozing a plight old stink —
but saye so, and yorra connspinnery smearist
Mapinulation of schmass oblivnion has crissed
a line — evlyone’s a bio-hazzad link:
gray daze indeed wenn languaridge has bean phlished
Sir-Jest a drooling elite haz gott phoke mished
purloining the drotts to schtopp sheeple fink?
Yorra kneeville connspinnery smearist!
Gotchahyperbole of meedya, daily glished
on the peepull makks yawrise blink-k-k —
daak daze indeed —...
down the loo, croodoozing a plight old stink —
but saye so, and yorra connspinnery smearist
Mapinulation of schmass oblivnion has crissed
a line — evlyone’s a bio-hazzad link:
gray daze indeed wenn languaridge has bean phlished
Sir-Jest a drooling elite haz gott phoke mished
purloining the drotts to schtopp sheeple fink?
Yorra kneeville connspinnery smearist!
Gotchahyperbole of meedya, daily glished
on the peepull makks yawrise blink-k-k —
daak daze indeed —...
#politics
#apocalypse
#PowerOfWords
#nonfiction
#NaPoWriMo2022
200 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2022 9:55pm
7th Apr 2022 9:55pm
Villanelle Nr.21 — Advice to a Budding Tyrant
In order to control the masses tight
invent a myth they’re crap, and born in sin
add violence to the mix, for might is right
And that’s the constant fundamental fight
to make your story stick above the din …
it orders the control of people tight
And once the story settles, feeling ‘right’
you shape its course to show you always win
the reset flows from there for might is right
It’s good to hide the lies right out of sight,
use psycho-moves to hype the max and min
exacting strict control of...
invent a myth they’re crap, and born in sin
add violence to the mix, for might is right
And that’s the constant fundamental fight
to make your story stick above the din …
it orders the control of people tight
And once the story settles, feeling ‘right’
you shape its course to show you always win
the reset flows from there for might is right
It’s good to hide the lies right out of sight,
use psycho-moves to hype the max and min
exacting strict control of...
#corruption
#violence
#politics
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
250 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2022 7:28am
18th Feb 2022 7:28am
Haiku/Senryu, Nr.06 — Practice ...
... does not make perfect.
Good, bad, right, wrong, true, untrue
practice makes programmed.
Good, bad, right, wrong, true, untrue
practice makes programmed.
#TruthOfLife
#senryu
#philosophical #pandemic
#philosophical #pandemic
239 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2022 4:56pm
14th Jan 2022 4:56pm
Haiku/Senryu, Nr.05 — Poet's Blood
I am right-handed
although in everything else
I am left-handed.
although in everything else
I am left-handed.
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#senryu
#SelfReflection
#karma
196 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2021 8:42pm
14th Dec 2021 8:42pm
Haiku/Senryu, Nr.04 — Week-End
Bottle of wine lasts
two days however I drink
red but she drinks white.
two days however I drink
red but she drinks white.
#marriage
#alcohol
#senryu
224 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2021 10:48pm
16th Nov 2021 10:48pm
Villanelle Nr.20 — Age Divergence
We are ageing in different ways
and there are signs of a future time
when lights will dim in a strange maze
Barring sudden death, this phase
splits loved rhythms from known rhymes
as ageing takes on different ways
It’s hard to tell, predicting days
how long until a foreign bell will chime,
signalling lights dimmed in a strange maze
A theatre production plays
where actors dare not speak — they mime
the act of ageing in different ways
Yet constancy of spirit stays
oddly watching the feared...
and there are signs of a future time
when lights will dim in a strange maze
Barring sudden death, this phase
splits loved rhythms from known rhymes
as ageing takes on different ways
It’s hard to tell, predicting days
how long until a foreign bell will chime,
signalling lights dimmed in a strange maze
A theatre production plays
where actors dare not speak — they mime
the act of ageing in different ways
Yet constancy of spirit stays
oddly watching the feared...
#love
#wife
#husband
#aging
#SelfDiscovery
276 reads
12 Comments
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