Bernard Chalk Poems

Splash the colour against the wall,
Allow yourself to melt into its message
Because the earth without art is just ‘eh’,
Let’s celebrate the mystery brush.
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The bus receives unjustified criticism,
For these fume spuming things are more than giant red prisons.
In fact they offer a moment to savour in your day,
A chance to be free, reflect and delay.
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Those that are glitzy and glamorous… the scourge of music.
They prance delightedly on their high horse, suckering open-minded
Youngsters of a generation to the intrinsic
Superficialness of their financially moulded
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