Strider Marcus Jones (Western Voices 2023)

Bio: Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry  https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms. His poetry has been published in numerous publications worldwide including: Otoliths Literary Journal; Drawn to the Light Press; Setu 2022 Western Voices; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine and Dissident Voice.

HATS OF SOCIOPATHIC ECLIPSE

the cream
is a nightmare
seldom a dream,
that blood rare
stream
that rises
unstopped,
soured by bullies
whose wisdom has no worries
and despises
those who are not.

when truth becomes twisted
then hard fisted
and spoken rotten
over all we have forgotten,
you know the mask
want it to last
over us like the past.
they want us to be clones
of skin and blood and bones,
like frightened, servile drones
grateful but outcast.

corruption is the god
of the Significant,
so be wary as you plod
if your mind is wired different-
sordid business
gives soiled forgiveness
now the politics and technocrats
are Fixed:
let your individuality and normality
be the sense and conscience
against these hats of sociopathic eclipse.
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WE MOVE THE WHEEL

we move the wheel
that turns through each mistake,
giving motion
to the roles we chime
until both trickle out of time
like brittle steel
that rusts and breaks
into lapsed devotion.

less, or more,
you imagined it was sure
sharing the road
with you,
treading under dark, grey and blue
sky, wondering where it went going
to unfold
in fates wind blowing
fondling your full face
to some top-to-bottom place.

we have moved the wheel,
only to reveal
our high Metropolis
is still the same Acropolis
of extremes and obscenes
spreading gangrenous genes.

we have separated Dream from Time
and live in mirages
like Bacchus and Libera
duped in an era
condoning crime,
altering the images
of its illustrious self
stealing the wealth
of massed, divided synergies.
***

3 comments :

  1. Great lines, Strider. Congratulations.

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  2. Unique rhythm-- appreciate the use of rhyme to direct the flow.

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  3. Unique rhythm, love the use of rhyme to direct the flow.

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