Pre-eminent Attack

Pre-eminent Attack

It started as an instant,
barely worth mentioning at all
before turning into chaos
in the dark
Dark circles began forming
in the sky
some of which I had seen before
Yet, no one for a moment thought
that the heavens would arrive
releasing Dark Angels
that God himself could not even recognise

©John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking)

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Considering Darkness

Considering Darkness

Night itself is not the owner of darkness
it has other rivals in this sphere
a cloudy afternoon can compete as one
or a death on a sunny day
Crystal windows as
in Ferlinghetti’s poem
at times reflected the moon
but it itself was waiting
for the clouds
to reappear
and return the status quo
that is how darkness is preformed
like a singer on the stage
an encore
then a darkened stage
as Elvis leaves the building!!

©John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking)

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The Wedding Room

The Wedding Room

Stillborn dreams
broken shadows
lay scattered
on the floor.
a moth-eaten stained frayed
wedding dress
from that day
she always wore.

The wedding cake
long nibbled
by well contended
mice –
fattened up on icing
and celebratory rice.

Just one shoe
left unattended
has spattered stains
of tears;
the hobbled footprints
in the dust
mark all the angry
years.

Rust welded Satis shutters
guard the secrets
of this room.
where the ghosts
are still forbidden
to mention – Compeyson –

(The absent groom).

©John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking)

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Borderlines

Borderlines

They’re scrubbing out abandoned sheds
Scratching graffiti off the walls,
They’re turning back the clock again
To what it was like years before.
The old flagpoles fresh repainted;
Green and Orange, Red White and Blue,
What a shambles they created,
After all this country has been through.

Don’t tell me of your troubles,
We’ve had the Troubles of our own,
Banished into Connacht mist –
Broken treaty stones.
Prison ships and deportation,
From the lack of status, ten men died.
But we moved on – not backwards –
Not for Borderlines to again divide.

Decisions in a foreign land
Has brought these troubles here,
The majority voted to Remain,
But the scaremongers didn’t care.
Will there be young men again in ditches?
Has the peace plan been denied?
Reopening scars on tranquil fields,
Retracing Borderlines.

We all have to live on this small island,
Despite our problems of the past;
You know I like the sound of the Lambeg drum,
Played on your own streets, when you march.
I like the bowler hat and sash –
I hope one day our bands combine,
And march together on Saint Patrick’s Day,
Without no Borderlines.

©John Anthony Fingleton 2019 (Löst Viking)

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A Room Lost to War

A Room Lost to War

This room had not known voices
since the horsemen first appeared,
and the olive trees
were scattered by their storm.
Shuttered windows,
paint flakes tumbling,
siege door –
locked without a key.
Inside the dust of crumbling books,
with dog-eared pages –
mark the only trace of me.

Weathered by winter storms,
that passed unknown outside,
forming grotesque sculptures
in the snow.
An avalanche of marching men,
that stopped but never found;
a sea of different accents –
some with echoes of despair.
Inside the books kept crumbling,
a slow long dusty race –
to see which one of us, would be first to disappear.

©John Anthony Fingleton 2019 (Löst Viking)

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Aftershock

Aftershock

The aftershock from the Heavens,
Exploded in the sky,
Sending shafts of light
Searching out the earth.
A Quasar shaped composition,
Not unlike the Black Hole of the Gods,
That with one intake,
Could annihilate all men.

I could only stand there,
Subserviently,
Absorbed in some ritual trance,
As if waiting for a shaman to arrive.
To chant in a low melodious tone,
A mediatory prayer-
That would calm the dead,
And keep this world alive.

©John Anthony Fingleton (2019) (Löst Viking)

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Aftershock

Aftershock

The aftershock from the Heavens,
Exploded in the sky,
Sending shafts of light
Searching out the earth.
A Quasar shaped composition,
Not unlike the Black Hole of the Gods,
That with one intake,
Could annihilate all men.

I could only stand there,
Subserviently,
Absorbed in some ritual trance,
As if waiting for a shaman to arrive.
To chant in a low melodious tone,
A mediatory prayer-
That would calm the dead,
And keep this world alive.

©John Anthony Fingleton (2019) (Löst Viking)

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The Spark

The Spark

For the indifferent that won’t listen,
For the deaf that refuse to hear,
For the captives without prisons,
There is little comfort here.

For those in dark hotel rooms,
For those that went down without a fight,
For those that walk in darkness,
There is a little light tonight.

Sometimes things can change around;
And a miracle arrives,
In the shape of an Angel
That appears right by your side-
Reaching out to stop you falling,
Further than you’ve come;
Helping you pick up the pieces,
And build you back as one.
But you’ve got to know the true signs,
Because if you don’t he’ll pass you by;
There are so many sad people in the world,
That he might not hear you cry.

Sometimes it’s hard to stop the storm wave,
It has the power to overtake us all,
And sometimes instead of standing,
The easy option is to fall.

I’m telling you from what I know,
Without believing in above;
Despite all the efforts made to put out the flame,
There still exists the spark of love.

©John Anthony Fingleton (2019) (Löst Viking)

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The Burden

The Burden

Myself, I am burdened down
By whispers-
Posthumous remains,
Of needs and deeds carried from the past,
That will haunt me to the grave.

The Outsider will not notice,
Not one gram of them will show,
The droop and stoop
Of my shoulder blades,
Will appear to be just signs of growing old.

He will not even comment,
When I walk with faltering steps,
Just wear and tear
From long hard years,
Without any signs of those regrets.

©John Anthony Fingleton (2019) (Löst Viking)

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