Month: September 2019

The Ocean

Tis only the surface breathing

giving life to the drowning.

Light absorbing, lending,

illuminating colour to those that 

caress the ocean floor.

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Occasionally lashing out

whipping its face

to a foaming fury,

raging against the futility

of standing against 

the deep poisoning of 

synthetic excrement:

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Micro, macro, fishing lines

and the essence of life-carbon

now knitted to kill

now

   in 

      beauteous 

               bodies,

entangling, embracing, killing

while the oily acquiescent surface

shifts endlessly on its 

sojourns 

styling new shores,

stealing earth,

pushing humanity

to change. 

Brexit Baker

The wind howls through the halls

of power; a place where

the theatre of lies and misled royals 

recalled by people and law, 

the ass has spoken,

like Balaam’s donkey truth is told

and angel tears drop in grace,

from soft stone eyes as the 

portal to parliament is pushed

aside, open hopeful

———————

on an equal jousting yard

of voices emboldened

the truth to be told

and will the law breaker

truth taker

Brexit Baker

cook a cake of

lost opportunities

and job losses? 

Climate Strike!

The earth is like an old woman

rattling her tin for coppers

and hoping to buy a sandwich to

keep body and soul together.

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Embarrassed they shuffle on

passed and feign indifference

while their minds adhere to 

the potency of power riven politics.

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Instead of coins though they make

her pay more and more

until her flesh has shrunken and

her energy leeched.

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No sandwich, no hope,

then children loudly shout

out, “Now is the time,

to RENEW your minds!

RENEW the earth!

and let her again

be

our

Mother!”

Climate Strike!

The earth is like an old woman

rattling her tin for coppers

and hoping to buy a sandwich to

keep body and soul together.

————————

Instead of coins though they make

her pay more and more

until her flesh has shrunken and

her energy leeched.

——————

No sandwich, no hope,

then children loudly shout

out, “Now is the time,

to RENEW your minds!

RENEW the earth!

and let her again

be

our

Mother!”

SCREAM!!!!!

I want to scream

from the deepest part in my belly

filling every cell with rage

and letting it out

with a scream that will 

rattle windows

and shake Westminster

because

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I am so crushed

to see it all happening

again, the poor having

putrified options,

and the friend

I once had 

informed 

that she’s a 

foreigner.

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They rule like spreading trees,

nothing can grow beneath

their strong branches

but their offspring;

and like the Red sea

they divide ‘n drown

people in their wake.

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Like cyclones they

roar over the 

voices of the many

destroying lives

and leaving behind 

chaos and somehow

they assume the right

and blue is the colour

of poverty.