Experience Required – New Poem

Experience Required

I need experience
To get a job
To get the experience
To get the job
To earn money
To pay a bill
To earn more money
To pay more bills
To go to school
To get a degree
To pay off my student loans
To get a better job
To earn enough money
To actually enjoy life
To be too busy working
To be able to do so
To try to get by
To try to survive
To find happiness fleeting
To try to find meaning

    ~Christopher Ferguson

Elpis – “Blue Autumn” and “Red Winter” are still on sale

Wanted to post a short poem I did recently, but also I wanted to say that my two anthologies are still “pay what you want” on Gumroad at the moment through Tuesday of next week. I’ll post a link here to my page on there: https://gumroad.com/ferguson942

Elpis

When you waited for peace
All you knew was war
When you expected light
All that entered was darkness
When you yearned for love
All you received was hate
When you longed for hope
All that came was despair

    ~Christopher Ferguson

The Title of This Poem Has Been Censored for Your Protection

So I wrote this poem a while back based off a quote I had seen before online. I thought I’d share it since I’m still working on other stuff. I’m happy to say that I’m making good progress on writing more poems for the next anthology. I’m hoping I’ll be done before the end of the month but we’ll see how it goes. In the mean time enjoy.

Compassion – Another “Blue Autumn” Sample

Compassion

My brother
I will not harm you
For wearing a shirt of wool and cotton

My father
I will not stone you
Because of the sabbath day forgotten

My sister
I will not force you
To marry the man who raped and hurt you

My mother
I will not hate you
Because of sins that did subvert you

My son
I will not strike you
Just cause god says it is justified

My daughter
I will not beat you
For your love of women you’re ostracized

My enemy
I will not slay you
Just because the lord says you're my foe

My friend
I will not kill you
Just because the bible told me so

Murder Methods – A Dark Exercise in Wordplay

Felt like having some fun with this.

Murder Methods

Thrust and stab
Assassinate
 
Burn and scorch
Incinerate
 
Rip and tear
Eviscerate
 
Blaze and torch
Eradicate
 
Slay and kill
Annihilate
 
Cut and slash
Decapitate
 
Slice and shred
Eliminate
 
Crush and smash
Obliterate 

~Christopher Ferguson

Trace Memory – Small Sample from “Blue Autumn”

Still slowly working on finishing up more poems for my next anthology, “Blue Autumn”. In the mean time enjoy this small sample.

Trace Memory
 
The shadows rave and blink at me
And the lights phase into a galaxy
I trace and dissolve into a Greenwich ember
Even though I forget the shadows remember 

          ~Christopher Ferguson

$7.25 – A Poem About Work and Misery

A poem I wrote a number of years ago when I was frustrated with low wage work. I'm sure some can relate.

$7.25

For seven dollars and twenty-five cents
you can buy an hour of my life

To torment me with boredom
To assault me with monotony

No health insurance
No sick days
No vacation days

Twelve hour shifts
Barely any breaks
Standing all day

I go home
Take a shower
Eat dinner
Go to sleep
Repeat

Being late by even a minute
Means automatic termination
Sometimes I wake up
In a frenzy panicking
Thinking that I overslept
I scramble to find my phone
And I realize I have two hours till work
I lie awake too anxious to fall back asleep

I can’t afford to go the hospital
Or go see a doctor
I dread the idea of my
Car breaking down

Each second
Each minute
Each hour
Of each day
Bleeds into the next
I can no longer tell them apart

To go back home and  try to rest
To return to where I've been
Sometimes I just want to close my eyes
And never open them again

              ~Christopher Ferguson

Green Flag – Politics and Poetry

Green Flag

Freedom to live in fear
Under an industry of endless gun sales.
Cowardly politicians who
Keep caving to lobbyists and opportunists.

Totalitarian fantasies espoused with every wheeze.
Hoping and praying to a god made of money.
Endless conspiracies to divert and distract. 

Nothing to sell but delirium and firearms.
Rage explodes when your profit margins run low.
Any means possible to push bullets over people.

          ~Christopher Ferguson