Tuesday, August 01, 2017

Cattle Market - Contemporary Poetry


Cattle Market

She cries on Sunday
Failed at the cattle market
Pretending to be a holy fruit
We all know about the odd one
Who loves to hate you

Phone rings twice and stops
You speak without moving your lips
Brunch is filled with damaged sounds
Salad days are unbridled and trash the place
The aftermath can be seen on social media

Who's in it for the long haul?
The results are made up of course
I could never reach you on the horizon
The darlings are not influential anymore
You said you would never go to Iceland

A twelve hour fast for the disposition
Turning everything into an argument
Your talents are drying up
Harmony is no longer a resident
The seasoned arid tart has left the building


By Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek

Mantra - Contemporary Poetry

 Mantra

Lose sight
Lose sight
You cannot lose sight

Biscuit
Biscuit
Comfort food

Crowd
Crowd
Don't follow the crowd

On a bike with no chain

Meow meow and people like you


by Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek

The Wednesday Cake Club - Contemporary Poetry


The Wednesday Cake Club

Make up your own reality
Have you met my father
Blinked and he wondered off around the bend
Haven't seen much in this mind trip

Plant eating machine arrives late
Rain drenched maniac with yellow hair
Bleached jeans torn with age
She wore her daughters jacket for days

I swallowed away time
Fed the bird some leftovers
The one tooth slipped into the middle of his kisser
Prolonging life with nothing to fill it with

This has nothing to do with the weather
Go turn into 666 or 212
Relax and enjoy the world premiere
You couldn't be further from the truth

Craving the oceans locks
Keeping still is no fun at all
Society exerts words into your mind
Backing up against the wall is such a cliche

Sell my data and put me in a box
The internet is like one long billboard
Everyone thinks they are right
The egg timer is 20 seconds early

Trying to remember a film from an early memory
You're not quite needy enough so we can't help you
The sun will shine straight through your head
Its not open for discussion

Raise your game for the Wednesday cake Club


Author: Sam Freek