Hi I'm semi retired (from FE/HE), live near Bolton. Active in vol. work around education, and mental health. Sing; interested in am/dram. Did MA in Creative Writing in '96; only really started writing again in last 2 years. Prefer poetry to prose. About to have selection of work published via local writers' group; live readings to follow as part of commitment to grant awards towards pub. costs.
Fav. poet: Robin Robertson
Fav. poem: At Roane Head
As from Sept. 2011 thoroughly enjoying performing poetry thoughout the NW
A EULOGY (I think) TO MARK DUGGAN
Black guy shot, that's his lot;
Judicial murder, sparks disorder;
Mask a face, taunt the police
Windows to smash, shops to trash,
Who's for lootin'?, stick the boot in,
Blaze a fire, start a war.
Spread the message, rite of passage,
Facebook, twitter, does it matter ?
Blackberry incites, come join street fights,
Do some robbin', even stabbin',
Nick a flat screen, grab an i-phone.
Swarm the street, release the hate.
World-wide TV; let the world see.
Mark Duggan, he's forgotten
Fuel the fire, spread a war.
Cameron's reaction - police aggression,
Horseback charges, truncheon bashes,
Watercannon ready, so to the army,
Plastic bullets for gang culture misfits
Prof. Starkey's ranted powellite hatred.
STOP THOSE RIOTS! STOP THOSE RIOTS!
Don't get caught, end up in Court,
A chew of gum caused no harm,
Kid is locked up, life all fucked up,
For some gum, for some gum.
Salford mother, just a receiver;
took no part , yet she got caught;
No one to listen; off to prison;
Punish her bairn , that's how she'll learn.
Quell the fire, crush the war.
Mark who ? shot. Black guy so what.
Courts on the loose, you're for the noose.
Show your face now, in disgrace now.
Shamed forever, for minor bother.
No more rampage, repair the damage.
Ignore the causes, harsh law enforces.
Summary justice ? Gross injustice.
Mark Duggan, buried forgotten.
No more fire....yet. No more war....yet.
Mind-whirring, soul-destroying, self-defeating,
Hope traduced, despair seduced, I'm reduced
To emptiness, unseen distress, brittleness.
No-one come near, just beware that I'm at war
With my demon, rigid solemn, in a spasm
Of self -loathing,always losing, down cascading
Into blackness, cocoon of coldness, snare of
Isolation, corrugation, execration,
Till I learn, can discern, that I'm a man
Who has to hope, arise, escape, refuse to weep,
Reach out with love, be utmost brave and always strive
To win those wars, beat the fears, and he who
Can only win. Go on! Go on!
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
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