Brian Johnston Poems

If only I could know
What keeps a heart alive,
Or plant a seed to grow
The food to feed a soul,
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So your name's not Cinderella
And you're fine without a 'fella'
If enlightenment you're set on
(You've no one to blame your fret on) ,
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There once was a cute chick named Nora,
Who preferred to dress up in angora,
But her boyfriend got sick,
To her clothes allergic,
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There was a lost soul, a truly ‘Sad Sack, '
Tried to compensate for genetic lack,
Dissed poets more famous
Embracing infamous,
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First ‘You and I' then ‘Not That It Matters'
Your versifying leaves even unsung
Souls shell-shocked in naught but rags and tatters
Thieves are brought down alive from their crosses
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Know that the abyss of love
Is up to your falling,
And lovingly embraces
The depths of your calling.
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When you're old, though no one heeds,
Your mind is verdant with weeds
And I find I must admit
Other's problems take a hit.
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It's really not that pleasant to talk about,
In point of fact (I'm ashamed if this is true)
I fear that what matters (at least in my life)
Is just me, hardly ever (if ever) , you.
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So lucky! I've this fantasy that you're so dumb you'll stay with me!
You still love Trump! What's that about? Explains first verse, so who's to pout!
Friends look askance, affect chagrin! But ‘screw the pooch, ' I still can win,
your logic rarely doubts my heart, the love you give, I swear's more art.
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The Lever of Faith

The lever (1) we need to move earth, if not heavens,
is Science, my friend, not your ‘take' on our Bibles
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