Fierce Face Poem by John Sensele

From my fierce face, no more could tears flow
Neither could sadness nor weakness grow
As I made up my mind trivia in Utopia to bind
Alongside lip service and pretence of their blind kind.

From my lion's heart, no more gain could pain steal
Criticism and cynicism no more could my body feel
As I steeled my system to lock out a world grown so cold
With rumours and Hades humour once so boldly told.

From my life, outsiders with pliers buy no more space
Left for cleft chins and pricky pins to run a rat race
In tiny surfaces where my preface alone peers
At unfunny jokes and unsavoury stalks at which my one man commando leers.

From the business of my affairs, no more room for tired tongues
To pour acid with lucid oddity, to lure rancid company whose pangs
Biting, fighting and conniving me no more could hurt
Because heels of steel got no interest in a see-through skirt.