Poetry Blogs (EU)
"There is no sin except stupidity." Oscar Wilde -The Critic as Artist.
Mea culpa! Mea culpa!
Nostra maxima culpa!
Thus should we weep, we cry
As it all ends with a whimper, a sigh
It is the people's will, they say
Proroguing to get their glory day
Your vote was for an ideal state
For nation, borders, Keep Britain Great
Now, your vote means a total schism
As we se...
Friday 19th July 2019 10:40 am
it is all bleak broken; half-hell-heard House, blight blasted, a
sound spoke maelstrom where we see no substance swirling over heads
and hearts unheard - untending - unending obstacles to speech where
he, bright-tied bright-eyed, oversees the game's communication farce fail
debate: debate dire-drowning in the noise.
it is all blame blighted; w...
Friday 22nd March 2019 4:13 pm
I will! I will join Juvenal
at the North world’s end
on the frozen ocean ice
if one more lie is penned
another argument to slice
our country from its friend:
to make us pay the price.
Enough! We see the trend
let that one vote suffice
another will just offend
divide and not entice.
Let the peoples’ will transcend,
better not to ask them twice!
We’re doomed to...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 11:03 am
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
Thursday 20th December 2018 12:05 pm
You're aching for peace
I'm hurting too
Let the arguing cease
There's polling to do
You look for meaning
I offer a word
No sense for your gleaning
I'm not sure they heard
You called referendum
I thought it was flawed
A meaningless thrum
On democracy's chord
You were not aware and
I never knew
That voting out fanned
A nationalist view
Tuesday 9th October 2018 5:00 pm
He's fallen to his death on his plastic toy sword.
To number ten from playpen his final reward.
This graceless coup is no coup de grace.
No comedy of euros, a cabinet farce,
an egotistic act from flabby flatulent arse.
He'll be all over telly soon
our fatty blundering hot air buffoon.
Puffing Shakespeare and Latin.
Please down let that twat in.
Monday 9th July 2018 6:11 pm
a land wraithed in smoke and the stink of death
man's determination dulled by desperation and
the hollow, guilty hope that the creeping fate might end
at a neighbour's door.
You cannot farm in the present
At least not in Wales.
The hills were silent memorials to herds brought low,
Uncropped: a tragedy of gr...
Friday 28th July 2017 3:00 pm
All hail bold Etonian Boris,
Whose exploits sent up quite a chorus,
To prove Europe was dead,
He swung down by his head,
Into the seat of Foreign Office.
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 4:46 am
Look, I like having legal rights; to be a citizen not just a subject,
but I’m not without doubts about this great European project.
No, I don’t fear drowning in seas of asylum seekers some’d prefer out of my backyard
but the far right’s rise darkens my night skies and I find some truths really are quite hard.
Yes, the status quo is twisted so some not so nice people do too well off it,
Wednesday 1st June 2016 11:48 pm
(to the tune of 'coming round the mountain')
The Greek people they have had it up to here,
With those ‘haves’ that say these times must be austere.
Forbes’ list shows the same old picture
The poor pay up - the rich get richer
Publishing financial crimes without a fear.
Has the Parisian Republic gone berserk?
I mean, growth through spending... ...
Monday 11th June 2012 8:19 am