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"Week One 2023 - 2024"

Chapter 1
A Ghost of Christmas

By Bicpen

A bright star in the east

proves three treats

Hasten the train

to the mangers stay

here

wrapped in swaddle

straw for a bed

a rock for his head

no turkey trifle or mulled wine

just

lambs goats and hens

No wonder he shone looking at his gifts

gold frankincense and myrrh

all for the child

where none could find

Best remember

he’s the son of God

just as well the wise men were kind.

With his gift

he gives us grace

his love released

when all was lost.

“… WHY …”

Because

he carries

our cross

Chapter 2
A letter of Pain

By Bicpen

I was mixed up

a mess

I hurt.

My heart yearned

it ached

you know it hurt.

My hands fumbled.

My palms sweated.

My head was torn.

I tried …

My voice trembled.

My mind thought of you.

My voice shouted

I can’t live without you.

I tried …

I took the pain

one moment felt like years

every memory of you

pierced me.

I only wanted you

nothing but you

we should never

have been torn apart

I sweated I grimaced

I shouted I swore

One last breath of love

I breathed of you.

I took the metal handle

I opened you …

Ahhh !!! … baked beans

Myyy … favourite !

Chapter 3
The still of night

By Bicpen

A monster lurks beneath my skin

writhing mass of blatant wrath.

Lucifer’s friend holds council

dealing and begging the evil within.

I feel it deep in my bowels

forging war in all its sin.

My bones rattle my blood turns cold

rampant depravity destroyed my pride.

Raging stirring stealing what lies beneath

God has no place where evil lives and breathes.

A body of clay breaks in awkward desperation

the release is close cold and unfeeling.

Take this evil within

choke it down the chasm of escape

where revenge belongs to me.

Make my bowels free,

Release this stool from me ... !

Chapter 4
The heart of the sky

By Bicpen

"… rising in the east Bethlehem’s beast

the Polaris a guide is a nighttime friend

always true bringing life to the myriads

perhaps not as bright as Bethlehem’s east

but in the north Santa’s reindeer shine

red noses glowing strong in a Polaris dream

it rides the height of every darkened night

giving birth to a matrix of circumference

parallels of dimensions a secret of time

such is the Polaris's mean …"

Chapter 5
My First Loves

By Bicpen

Jimi said wrap me in cellophane and never mind the score

Johnny said you need to wait till the man comes around

Mark said it was the seven deadly sins and the terrible twins

David said the memories of an old man are the deeds of a young man

I said I was going to undress you standing there on the shelf all wrapped in yourself

I was your friend all we needed was a flame and something slippery when wet

You came from a far-off land dark and brown and the one I drank from too

You both made me smile we shared all our laughter all the while

We talked and danced the midnight hour the flame connected us it was our light

We stole each other’s dreams and sat a while you both became my solace

I knew you both when we were young a spell was cast we were wild and free

Ever since you’ve been my last now the light is dim the flame low enough to see

Just enough for one more kiss from both of you then its time ...

To empty the ashtray and rinse the cup

say goodnight to my cigarette and my tea

my first loves and me

we always

will be

Chapter 6
To be free

By Bicpen

Me myself and I

deep inside lies the eye of the mind

where doors open perceiving believing

thoughts fly resting on settlement or lies

controlled by an inner sanctum of construction

in the depth of rhyme a perfect crime

from recognition to fulfilment

perception allows cognitive ceremony

ridiculed by the false assumption of its mind

free verse is truly where you will meet

Me myself and I

Chapter 7
Climate Change

By Bicpen

"... this year nothing but cloud and rain

a busted summer for a scientist’s dream

added seven percent to a global market

where for ten it would be their heaven

For now this is a home on the range

they thought the weather was perfect

Who is the man the financier the god

a fat goose with a golden wod

we wanted low cut tops and frayed shorts

they just blamed it on a climate change

Next year is not going to bring the same

we’re having drought sunshine and ice cream

watch the man struggle with one point

we’re just going to relax and party

wind our old records and dance

Our hedonistic dream was torn apart

for a lonely wallet and fish farms

Give us a Mediterranean summer

warmth and love sent from above

low cut tops and frayed shorts

we’ll just blame it on a

climate change ... "

Chapter 8
Playing The Ace

By Bicpen

The Prophet's word is God’s gain

blessing a time of Grace

for a tenth of tithe

Watch as the deal is made

how the years turn to gold

the King's coffers yield

God blesses the hands of fate

it’s called playing the ace

Now watch it all turn

the blessing turned to a lie

once the deal is burned

As the tenth is sought

the gold returns not

then the King's coffers stop

It’s a deal with God

just watch the prophet's lot

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