Hitler's Apologist

Apologies for Hitler

Apologies for all the lies

Instead of defending 

Hitler's apologists should apologise

Scenery

Without your love

I might as well be scenery

Just some slightened sight you saw

But tell me, what is it that you've seen of me?

Just some meat-on-bones mannequin,

Blended in back-ground greenery

A man but nothing more

I suppose,

I might as well be scenery,

Without your love

I might as well be invisible,

Not loud out from the crowd

I'm notably indivisible 

Some bloke you kind of know

But indisputably non-indelible,

My love is coming through

But to you

It's barely intelligible,

Without your love

I might as well be scenery 

Maybe you'd notice

If I became a meaner me

But that you'd never love

Like you didn't love the keener me,

I'm a monster on your lawn

Or 

I'm the grass's greenery

Without my love

I wouldn't let you walk all over me

Without my love 

I wouldn't let you leave me be

Without my love

I'd paint your world so violently

Without my love

I wouldn't 

Blend into the scenery

But because I love you

I'd never let you be with me

I back down

I'm background,

Now yes,

I am the scenery

,

(Still from 'A Face in the Crowd' a Warner Bros film  Directed by Elia Kazan, 1957)

Find Our Breath

The song is what

We have come to bring

So with love

We find our breath

And begin to sing

(Fridge Poems) 18.01.23

The Angel Angle

 If Satan presents

As an angel of light,

What kind of things

Do you think that he might

Say to get you on side?

Can you tell the truth from the lie?

Ask yourself what permissive thing you might like to hear?

Then filter it from your ear

Out Of The Blue

My time to fly 

Could came out of the blue

Some God given moment 

For soaring too

(Fridge Poems) 14.01.2019

The Happy Puppy

The happy puppy eats a burger

Heaven knows it tastes so good

Each dog would do the same 

Any time of day, if they only could

(Fridge Poem) 13.01 2019

Like Stars Begin

 I always thought

Like stars begin by springing into black sky

This then is how he dresses heaven.

And he gives you more light than this:

Only time sings of it,

As eternity rolls on


(Fridge Poems) 12.01.2019