https://aletheia.icu/poems/ Recent content in Poems on ian p badtrousers Hugo -- gohugo.io en-GB badt@appar.at (Ian P. Badtrousers) badt@appar.at (Ian P. Badtrousers) Wed, 14 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000 https://aletheia.icu/poem/leopoldstadt/ Wed, 14 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000 badt@appar.at (Ian P. Badtrousers) https://aletheia.icu/poem/leopoldstadt/ poor girls’s unresolved anguish has no limit for she despised him dearly but loved him still all trams lead to Leopoldstadt https://aletheia.icu/poem/our-bodies-in-chorus/ Sat, 11 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000 badt@appar.at (Ian P. Badtrousers) https://aletheia.icu/poem/our-bodies-in-chorus/ How much do we know of love? Damn enough. Granted, I'm a badass fucking lover! Loving, daring, so simple— Perhaps all too well into The crazy unabridged love of ours— And so are you! Our bodies, In chorus! We couldn't care less for rhythm, For we are in a boat and it floats In very fine ways of rhythm— For a lissome girl and her smart boy With a pair of smart shoes, Time flows In–full frisson of dance, almost out— Of control, this boat gently rocks me From one side to the other. https://aletheia.icu/poem/the-button/ Tue, 16 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 badt@appar.at (Ian P. Badtrousers) https://aletheia.icu/poem/the-button/ Zodiac signs in the sky ascended. Later—were timely rejected when Rintrah leaned over the console And gently pushed the button. Man, by his faithful senses driven At once was taught the art of living. We would later sing songs of God, Foolishly bescorn the loathsome Devil, Be fearing Death and awaiting peril. All that first allowed for story: Firm persuation of allegory. Later, for history—to develop (In the face of suffering and pain. https://aletheia.icu/poem/in-parley/ Mon, 15 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 badt@appar.at (Ian P. Badtrousers) https://aletheia.icu/poem/in-parley/ I once saw Death himself Across the river banks, Bound by flood, he stood near oak When its trunks caught fire. Scared, I extended arm to a flower And it spoke to me: "O poor tree! It stood there like you and me, Waving trunks in wind it could But now it's gone for good." I then reassured the flower: "Worry you decidedly should not! You will be safe from Death So long as mighty fire Had not yet learned the ways of air! https://aletheia.icu/poem/magician/ Mon, 13 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000 badt@appar.at (Ian P. Badtrousers) https://aletheia.icu/poem/magician/ With my bare hands I turn smoke into pleasure. A trick where Under the weather, I'm washing distress Off my dry face. (Clever) Where there's smoke, there's fire. As the flames reach higher, and higher, And higher— It becomes increasingly more obvious How short I actually am. Push the lever Or be pulling strings Interwoven with daze and confusion As they set ablaze. Thru the woes and flings, To the saving grace!