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Bebelplatz
There’s something quite rotten in Britain,
Rights Human are now being rewritten,
A journos wrong question,
Brings fascist attention,
He’s arrested and, with prison smitten.
So much then, for pride and remembrance,
Behold now, their hopes in sad embers;
The lobby has paid,
Our forbears betrayed,
Hate thrives now, and it fears no hindrance.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 28th Augu...
Wednesday 28th August 2024 1:50 pm
Valentine's Day-Another Massacre-Another Dollar
“Made in Britain”, once a mark of highest quality,
To Gaza, with love, we send white-hot death from above,
Cruel Britannia stoops to utter depravity.
Tuesday 13th February 2024 2:47 pm
Blackshirt Haiku
Britain’s now drifting
Rudderless and no compass.
Send for the Blackshirts!
Friday 8th September 2023 10:57 am
Screwed!
But sir, it wasn’t us, that’s so unfair!
We’ve only been in power for thirteen years,
It was those nasty Europeans, there,
Made of Britannia such a great pig’s ear.
It wasn't Hunt spelled with a C who wrote
That pamphlet saying “Kill the NHS”,
It was those forinners in small rubber boats,
That made the UK an omnishambolic mess.
Oh look at that, a dead cat in the street!
...Wednesday 22nd March 2023 7:21 pm
It's Christmas not Winter
Nearly bloody well threw up,
Today in bloody M&S,
Sick of bloody bull-shit,
Bloody “Winter Wishes” dishes!
Jesus Christ, enough already,
This is bloody Britain mate!
We’re celebrating bloody Christmas,
Not “Winter bloody Festival”,
Not “Winter bloody Holiday”,
This ain’t the bloody USA,
It’s bloody-well the UK,
Shove your bloody “Winter” bollocks,
Where the bloo...
Sunday 4th December 2022 1:10 am
posh
POSH
Have you ever used a bidet
For washing feet or bits?
Or played a round of croquet
Had high tea at the Ritz?
Are you good with 12 bore shotguns
When on a peasant shoot?
Is your name too double barrelled
Are your family full of loot?
Have you eaten oysters, caviar
Or used a butter knife?
Do you know what canapes are
Are Defenders on your drive?
...Monday 27th June 2022 11:34 am
The melodic grass
This music,
it makes me want to fall from the water
float in the sky,
stare at those lips
and kiss those green eyes,
drink from the clouds
and jump on the pond
to feel the stars
and gaze at the stones,
the rythms , the notes
melt my mind
ignite my visible voice
I'm not here nor there
maybe inside a void
floating on the blues
maybe its a d...
Monday 14th December 2020 8:23 pm
Bench Looking Out To Sea On The Kent Coast
I am here before dawn
A halo of light appears on the horizon
As the sun slowly rises
Nature’s morning light show plays out before me
Crimson, purple and yellow hypnotically colour the sky
Making way for azure blue on this summer’s day
Daylight reveals highways of the sea shimmering in the heat
Dover to Calais ferries dart between the wake of mammoth container ships
Wal...
Sunday 20th September 2020 3:36 pm
Brill Britannia!
A lot of debate recently about the appropriateness of "Rule Britannia" and "Land of Hope and Glory" as songs for the modern age. The middle verse of "God Save the Queen" is equally controversial, but it strikes me that although I sang the song hundreds of times when I was young and had little choice in the matter, I have never sung the offending verse because it was always tactfully dropped. I don...
Thursday 27th August 2020 11:37 am
And so this is eX Ministerial Accord Season
Can it possibly be true
How the twelve months flew
Really twenty-four have passed
In terror of being outcast
Since that dire vote to leave
The parties it seems must all deceive
Mindless of the real cost
All thoughts of governance long lost
So the lady May survive
Gainst all that ministers contrive
Regardless of the pundits' sense
Ever blind to the expense
Ever d...
Thursday 20th December 2018 12:05 pm
untitled
Anarchy runs through my bones, A sanctuary, a mind set in stone, No worth in a life without purpose, Enough people around me trying to surplus, Without reason or must. Society isn't run from home, We're fed a diet of lies and bad omens, A curfew on our personal time, Cursing those who brave past the line, Fucking with your mind. Sobriety is harshly overrated, When the priority is to...
Saturday 2nd May 2015 6:16 am
Sonnet for Drummer Lee Rigby, posted on behalf of Robin Parker from Langley Writers
Friday 14th June 2013 5:50 pm
You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
Chapel Beach
the narrow stepped couched dunes,
doused in a chiffon mist that lies in wait
for the unwary winged hopper or crawling louse,
offer the way to our saline convention where
I wave at the sea
and count a full seven
before it greets me, reciprocally,
with zealous rips and a curling lip I haven’t seen before
on this blandest of the eastern boards
and it roars with ...
Saturday 18th August 2012 12:05 am
England
Monday 16th July 2012 8:18 pm
Brit-Wres-Fest 2012 - NaPoWriMo Piece
First time he'd ever been,
First time he'd ever seen
imaginations running wild brother,
see it to believe it.
As British as fish and chips
on a sunny London afternoon.
3 way dance or triple threat,
call it what you like but never forget
the joy,
the elation
the anticipation.
As Ligero drives the crowd wild,
the show stealer got robbed
...Friday 6th April 2012 5:56 pm
Something's gotten hold of my heart
For him the song took a whole new meaning,
a control that made him wish to control others.
“Something's gotten hold of my heart”
an evil, a darkness
he mused on midnight
and the encroaching demonic hours.
3am and a stereo's blazing in a stolen Volkswagen Beetle
inaudible white noise, a prerequisite
for the red mist to follow.
“He see...
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:10 pm
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