Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Feb 7, 2007 at 10:44 o\clock

No 73

@ Shove it in

Shove it out

Hair grows up

Hair falls out

Bones grow brittle

Joints go stiff

Minds that sparkle

Minds that snap

 Pop goes the weasel

Around and around

Life makes you dizzy and daft

Need a life raft

On this sea of insanity 

Look up an albatross

Circles around and around

Wing span shadow

Flash across the eye

Dark light blink

Or did God wink 

Or did he clench his fists

Pound them down

On this 21 st century

His man now mutates

Build it up Crash it down

History slops

 Blood lust shouts appeasement

Did a baby cry

Born to die

Red flash in the panic station

Waiting for the train to eternity 

Future shocks

A smoking Orb all askew

We pulled it in

We pushed it out

Slowly wormed the moon its twin

Double bluffed

Puffball eyes

Bent bones

Davy Jones Locker gone forever

@ Neil Furby 

Feb 7, 2007 at 10:23 o\clock

Ode to a Duck Shooter who had 10 shot ducks hanging upside down over his bath

Hold a feather lightly

Move it with your heart

 Hold a feather softly

let a magic start

 

Brush the down against your cheek

Feel the exquisite balm

Softly stroke the quivered soul

Let there be a calm

Forget the blood and body base

Forget the plunder of the chase 

 

@ Neil Furby

 

Feb 7, 2007 at 10:14 o\clock

The Telephone is Silent

The telephone’s silent, as if murdered.

There’s no war on but they’re asking me to surrender.

I’m sure I could run uninjured

through the bullets, but I wouldn’t get any aid.

 

But what’s actually happening to me is a bit different—

I’m growing from the earth, dawn’s blood pours over my head.

I’ve been many things in this life: a fish pulled unwillingly from the sea,

a tree, a wind gust….but I’ve never yet been trampled grass

     

   @     Anzhelina Polonskaya

                                                                                      

Feb 7, 2007 at 09:55 o\clock

Yorkshire England Where I was born