2 Poems by David Gant, Brilliant!

Hopeless

The Posh Writers’ Society

comprises types of a peculiar variety

all of whom strive to impress

with their extensive vocabulary,

gleaned from a well-thumbed thesaurus.

What better way could they find to bore us?

If Wordsworth had been of limited lexicon,

and wandered lonely as a cow, would his poem

‘Daffodils’ still be being read now.

And, as for Hemingway, would the story he tolled

have had the same ring, if it had been called

‘For whom the bell dings’

I know what The Society will do with my poem.

They’ll go through it word by word.

Then, to make themselves feel superior

they’ll dismiss it as being absurd

which, according to Roget, is

another word for hopeless.

Roget and out

David Gant – February 2019


Last Post

In your pursuit of transient fame,

you care not who you hurt or shame.

From wherever it is that you choose to hide,

your fingers spread your venom far and wide.

Your airbrushed selfies on the screen,

make you look so cool, so mean.

Your words spewed out with bile,

leave no-one doubting your intention to revile.

What is it that they do to you that makes you act this way?

What makes you vent your spleen on them, every single day?

Now, this may be hard for you to take,

but we’ve just about had enough of your carping bellyache.

At last, the time has come for you to stop harping on,

so, pull out the plug, scarper and be gone.

And, when we hear the bugle’s sound,

we’ll raise our glasses and drink a toast.

Knowing that it sounds to tell us,

of your very Last Post.

David Gant    August-2018

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Lesley Atherton - Author

I'm an author of novels, short novels, and short stories, and have contributed to quite a few anthologies. I'm also Director of Scott Martin Productions, Publisher.