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POETRY OF PASSION

 “ACIDIE ISCA”

Wind swept streets grub and skunk

phone booths shattered

covered in spunk

grotty pictures, snogging in the stalls

white girls hands round black mans balls

while cats and jeercalls serenade

the finest film that was ever made.

grotty night clubs

bare buggered girls

swing their tits to snig chorales

and masturbators strum away

to the tune of vibrators

at the end of day.

blue pigs prowling

grass snots glowing

hidden pushers

pals minds are blowing

the city sleeps

amidst the silent fury.

“CANTO”   (ecstasy)

The singer sings his sick solo song

blond lank hair flows wild and long

his frantic fingers fret

a mad electric parody

as he mouths a hopeless song

lithe, young, model physique

makes young girls cry, scream and shriek

the backing group keeps blasting out

perfidious incants of modern song

crazy coloured peacock gear

shining white Disney teeth

outrageous words all sincere

backstage all

grass and grief

chaotic colours

screaming supersonic noise

amplifiers whistling

girls look like boys

strobe lights blinding

young brains distort

faces full of frenzy

agile bodies contort

leather clad louts dressed like nazis

gay young men wailing like banshees

lithe young figures caught by music’s rhythms

bring nubile girls their first orgasms

and the lead guitar

plays on and on.

                                                                               ©a e forte2000-03-04

"youth"

 

Mad gear assembled,

Slick, spick, chick

Red plastic handbag full of shit

Platform heels go click click click

As she Gabbles

Her mad transistor song

Black bleached white,

Ugly hair lies

Buttoned up lip thing

Green Varnished eyes

Marks & Sparks

Brown coat is in scene

Graffiti knickers

Cause no surprise

Screaming obscenely across the streetway

Openly secret of

Youth in bloom

Brown check baggies

Flopping sadly

Marshmallow complexions

Clown masks of gloom

Cold hands clammy

Fumble ,grumble

Puckered up kissoffs

Gleams of hope

Running pell-mell

Through the subways

Its time to have

The days first dope

MIRROR

The glass hangs

Portraying contorted scenes

A private room

Dishevelled clothes

Mish mash of colours

Symmetric bodies

Uncomposed.

 

Reflections capture

Each moment’s rapture

Each gloomy corner

Each sun-drenched centre

Of lovers caught

In loves loving throes

 

The crystal eye

Lights up imperfections

Of purest beauty

Showing no mercy

To dreams of imagery

Only flesh true honesty

 

As you gaze and admire yourself

Consider the craftsman

Creating the mirror hanging here

With only thought of you.

  “EYES”            (1970)

His sad eyes ask each woman they encounter        When?

 

His blazing eyes ask each  passing woman             why?

 

His angry eyes ask each wanton woman                 Where?

 

His soft brown eyes each virgin                              How?

All their eyes reply                                                  Because 

THIS WOMAN

This woman is like no other

With a child’s innocence

Impish eyes sparkling

Playing a game

That has no rules

Smiling to seduce

The soft hearts of fools

 Such is the way of this woman’s guile

To look, and listen

Whilst all the while

She searches the world

For future conquests

As all her every part

Yearns for love

To satisfy the need

Of her sentimental heart

love

As we sparkled through the long grass,

Picking flowers in the spring,

We held each other closer,

As birds on high did sing.

We spread the blanket beneath us,

Laid out the choicest feast,

Fed each other titbits,

Kisses Oh so sweet.

 Told each other half lies,

Of our hopes for days to come,

Drowning in our teardrops,

Loved as the sun went down.

 Begins our life together,

Ending lifetimes past,

Gently embracing,

Our one became us two,

At last.

                                             “PASSION”.

 The beast, crouched, wide eyed,

Tensed to pounce on his unwary prey,

The lovers in their innocence lay

On a Sunny Honey Day

 Raising goblets of rich red wine

Their mouths and lips full

In each others praise

In sun dappled shady scene

Lying still, their tinkling laughs

Drifted through the lush green grass.

 Hissing snarls from the beasts jaws

Gape eyed, glutton malice

For the scapegoat prey

Slithering forward, silent

Bared claws gripping soil

To rip asunder

The human hearts of all.

Lulled, by warm breezes, caressed

Each so gentle touch aware

Sweet perfumes of their love

All senses invaded

Whispering soft soft sighs

In that secret mossy glade 

 Then, Pouncing fast

With full blind fury

Spitting out shrieks of venomous hate

Sinews, claws unleashed

He laid the scapegoat  hearts to waste.

 Kissing gently

Dewy eyed

The lovers arose

And  silently

Stole away.