Heart Beats – four poems.

I found Jesus

I found Jesus

in the kitchen, late

helping himself

to the sour dough loaf

some roast beef, mustard

I thought I’d take the chance

my lower back – a small miracle

but he only had advice, gentle exercise

back stretches. The Holy Ghost was hanging

literally, from the saucepan hooks

I’d expected a big irradiating dove

dropped to the bench top a mynah

yellow beak Long John Silver hop

streaky feathers making a mess

nesting on the small coil

I couldn’t boil an egg,

and asked them to leave.

When I saw them again

they’d been joined by an angel

busking outside the Cenre link office

at least the winged giant played well.

but the scowl of superiority wasn’t helping

The next day, a broken guitar D string

motley ragged down and a vegan condom

marked their spot. A few weeks later

on the evening news, arrested for ram busting

a jeweller’s window the ‘Trinity Gang’

looked haggard and smug handcuffed together

to the remand centre, which caught fire

mysteriously. The graffiti on Spencer Street

big letters ASCENSION OK was in a colour,

that couldn’t be identified.

My lumbar is better.s.

by James Walton

To me science is consistent

You say you believe the science it does not lie, believe the doctors they do not lie

I do believe the science and I do believe the doctors just not the ones that you believe in

My doctors have the credentials and know what they are talking about.

Your doctors have credentials and also know what they are talking about

The only difference is your doctors and your

 science is not telling the truth

You ask how do I know this well I know that your doctors and your science are wrong.

When I compare the two sides

Your doctors and your science changes

its mind like a prostitute does removing her underwear

My doctors and my science is consistent.

                                     by Carlos Gomez

He wrong Gaffer!

We've chosen the wrong gaffer!

And now he is misleading us

in a wrong pattern,

We trusted in him; that living dead mister;

And now he is scourging us mercilessly with—

A miserable cane like an angry teacher.

We've chosen the wrong gaffer!

With our hands,

we brought in the wrong leader,

We trusted in him; that living dead mister;

And now he is laughing at our struggles,

Jumping the light around the globe with his

 family members.

the unknown flooded river.

We've chosen the wrong gaffer!

With our hands,

we brought in the wrong master,

We had faith in him; that living dead mister;

And now he is crying at our gladness,

Fully rejoicing at our blindness.

I am not a Poet.

I am not a Poet.

Someone's interactions

are making me poetical.

Waves of minds travel heart to heart.

And comeback with feedback.

Positive feedback whirles heart with ecstasy.

It kindles optimism in life.

Optimism cheer up spirits.

Negative feedback burns

the heart with chagrining.

It brings pessimism in life.

Pessimism dash one's hopes with hopelessness..

Let's see feedback from my dear one

brings back positivity or negativity!

by Badar Zamman Virk