Grid Map Con by Mark Potts

Escaping Cults by Mark Potts

Poetry in motion;

…………………Think I’m joking!

Not brainwashed;

…………………Don’t live in a cult.

No knocking on doors;

…………………Doing their chores.

Not preaching the word.

…………………Can’t hand out their trash;

Its blaspheming hashtag;

…………………Their only interest is your cash;

No money left,

…….You can sign a waiver.

………………An order by the slaver,

……………………………………..Of the cult;

To work every day,

………Till your last breath,

…………………………..Is taken away;

……………….Or paradise you’ll not get.

This is heaven;

……..I’ve run away.

The gist of it all is!

…….Got to catch up,

…………….With so much I’ve missed.

A liberty took, with my life!

…………….I stand alone, strong!

……………………………..Can’t choose a wife.

Mind, eye, sees;

………..Where oblasts point to.

…………………………….. Zones of power;

Signs, reflecting back;

……………….Speed of sound.

…………………….Imaginable,

…………………………Vibrational,

……………………………Sensational!

Those that see know;

……………Darkness to light,

……………………To and fro.

…………………………Bright, light show.

Never forgotten.

…………Purest gold try!

………………Nature’s nurture.

…………………..Nan’s butterfly.

1 small boy; snow fun submit 1 by Mark Potts

Bouncing around with joy.

Knowing snow time is show time.

Just one more sleep till toy time.

It’s hard to sleep with this excitement.

Up and at it at 4.30 am

Sneak down to see them.

Toys under tree wrapped.

Tearing at paper to see what I’ve got.

Not my entire list; but I’ve got a lot.

Fine and dandy till I was six.

Then no presents again;

Drove us kid’s insane.

Had White Christmas,

Just become grey?

Snow more fun!

With coal eyes.

Carrot nose.

Scarf round neck;

What a pose.

Slip sliding run,

Snow ball fun.

Hit avalanche;

Rooftop slides.

It falls;

We run and hide;

Behind our snowman;

Who’s got thinner?

We knew

He had missed his dinner.

So we felt swell;

Knowing we weren’t the only ones,

who missed Christmas as well.

Panic Attack by Mark Potts

Panic attack, no picnic

No picnic;

Just panic attack.

Float along on life’s board;

Panic attack,

Knocks on my door;

Tsunami wave,

Rocks me once more.

Unsteady knowing the ride;

Give me strength to survive.

Panic attack;

Know it’s here.

Oh my dear!

Do they see my fear?

No picnic,

Just panic.

At times so manic.

Where to run to;

Where to hide.

Feeling venerable,

When I’m outside.

Panic attacks don’t care,

They hit you anywhere.

It’s here,

It’s there.

It’s scary,

So unfair

Makes me skits’,

Mores a pity.

Ugly thing,

Not very pretty.

Anywhere, any time;

Feel like deaths here.

It’s no picnic!

Panic attacks real fear;

Don’t like it,

Don’t want it;

Wish it would disappear.

Panic attacks like a

Wasp on my finger.

I can’t shake it of

It’s a proper stinger.

Panic attack, ide

Rather have diarrhoea;

Least that’s flushable.

I could wave; see yah!

Fuck me;

I feel it while I rhyme.

Panic attack;

Any place any time.

My heart beats faster;

I’m all of a flutter.

Yes!

It makes me feel, like a nutter.

Short breath,

Strong heart beat;

Hope I don’t loose my feet.

Flapping like a bird;

Needing some air,

Giza paper bag,

So I can inhale,

Catching my breath;

I’m not going to fail.

People ask; are you ok?

Panic attacks no picnic:

Even when it’s at bay.

It’ll strike now,

Soon, later;

Or another day.

Panic attacks never far away.