Saturday, 8 March 2025

poem 243

 

Outside so proud 

we sing for all 


Above the clouds 

crown are deeds 


And seeds the love 

that we all need  


So as we grow 

we grow collective 


For the sun above 

shines from everyone 


As a human ring 

forever in sing


The truth is, love 

The truth is, love 

The truth is, love

Friday, 7 March 2025

poem 242

 

Capitalist made 

AI in his own image,

then in every way 

makes your day 

perpetual shame

and all for there 

eternal gain,

no matter the pain

Thursday, 13 February 2025

poem 241


In the deep 

ink flows cold 


Vivid pain claws

at each breath 


Weep but dust

has nothing to give


Creeping tiger 

across a child


Dig deeper

still it eats


A scream seeps 

into the void 


and again 

and again 

and again 


Religion feasts  

Monday, 10 February 2025

poem 240

 


Sewage floating gentle down the stream 

along with all your families dreams

as pollution make you a silent scream 


See there capitalist swim in crème 

living each day in a glided dream 

feeding of each one of your screams 


Body’s floating gentle down the stream 

along with all your families dreams 

as war makes you a silent scream 


See there capitalist swim in crème

living each day in a glided dream

feasting of each one of your screams

Tuesday, 6 August 2024

poem 239

 

The far right rise

upon there chant of demise….


please treat us as scum 

see how we will come


As our beloved over lord

rapes our mother* like before

As we witness our father die** 

20 years before his time 

we will never whine 


Just feed us your divine

and that cheap red wine


Just feed us cheap thrills 

and that will to kill 


Just feed us a flag to wave

and that lie of the day


Just as long, you sing along 

from that gilded balcony in the sky 

we will never whine 

as you watch us die

20 years before are time



https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/may/30/nearly-70-of-victims-drop-out-of-investigations-in-england-and-wales


** https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/03/06/opinion/working-class-death-rate.html






Saturday, 25 May 2024

poem 238

 

Splash of rain gleams off rainbows in dream 

while daisies yellow, waves on summer breeze 

to a leaf embracing the light of sweet nights

in turn, her very breath a gift, all life breathes 

As sunsets of tomorrow, are glazed in burnt red

but today a cloud above, offers a cover to hold 

as her smile through confused door, helps me new 


Thursday, 23 May 2024

poem 237

 


Pity the nation whose people are educated to be sheep culled,

and whose shepherds misdeed them.


Pity the nation whose leaders must lie, whose sages must whisper,

and whose bigots feed your brainwaves.


Pity the nation that imprisoned humanities noble voice,

then praise conquerors who rule with force and torture.


Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own

and no other culture but a life cleansed .


Pity the nation whose breath is born into money greatest deed

and sleeps the sleep of forced fed glory .


Pity the nation oh, pity the people who rights the rich 

must always erode away 


Pity a nation born on genocide, then tortured their youth 

until insanity became the only reality 


Pity the human a nation, that raises there head and says 

love is best, all be it, our greatest test



I slightly edited  this poem just to give it better focus and clarity in reality ~ poem Lawrence Ferlinghetti re-edited by a dust 

(Book: Ferlinghetti's Greatest Poems https://amzn.to/49qBP5s)

(Art Credit: Lesley Oldaker)


Sunday, 12 May 2024

poem 256


We built 

this town 

on the bones 

of genocide

Then we 

tortured 

our youth 

until are 

insanity 

became 

your reality 

Wednesday, 17 April 2024

poem 235

 


The stage is set, the characters cast 

and will do as functioned 


Always absence of hand 

no matter how far apart 

or claims your intellect made 

still your existence marked on chart

In conclusion made, a millennia, millennia ago 

How that hand was amused 

How that hand was payed 

How that hand was played 


Still and easily to groom you 

with myths fit for the likes of you 

written in stone 

written in ink 

written on a billboard forever in glow

and written in mirror shinning so darkly 


The stage is set, characters cast 

and will die as functioned 


The tales in child, printed in mind 

The fire bird or a singing fisher man

or street cleaner in mourning 

or titled saint printed in mind 

In conclusion made, a millennia, millennia ago 

No more than dust remains 

No more human than all

No more than finger pricked


Still and easily to groom you

with blood ringing on and on 

Under cold and empty stone

Under empty investigation  

Under clouds above forever in glow 

And under the stars shinning so darkly 


The stage is set, characters cast 

and will sigh as functioned