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I Like to Be
I like to be in Afghanistan.
Okay for me in my own Sudan.
I like to be one team Iran.
I like to play in peace when I can.
I like to be safe, without war.
Bring it right on, early doors.
I like to play, win, and score.
I like to be welcome on your shore.
Bullets for me, not in Hertfordshire.
Jumpers for goalposts, yes in Yorkshire.
No penalty kicks in Shropsh...
Wednesday 4th October 2023 2:51 pm
Sympathetic Stars
There’s no point in denying
Our cherished world is dying.
We’re choking it to death
With ill-considered breath
From factories and cars;
Soon sympathetic stars
Will weep at our demise
And curse our leaders’ lies.
Thursday 6th October 2022 6:54 am
TRUTH
Testimony to openness
Relinquishing all fears
Ubiquitious
Throughout
Hear me now
2019
Thursday 3rd October 2019 10:41 am
Respect to the Snowflake Generation
Don’t listen to them when they call you snowflakes.
Don’t be hurt when they call you fucking pansies.
Pity them. They are damaged. And they fear you.
They think it’s too much work to be inclusive,
too used to being the privileged majority.
Who is it really that’s easily offended?
When they see they don’t define the world anymore.
You do. That is why they fear you.
...Thursday 4th October 2018 10:52 am
The Wavering Needle
At peace
At last
At war
Stuck fast
Tied down
Cut loose
Turned up
Excused
Slept well
Kept tense
Clear words
No sense
I was once
So serene
Now this needle
Wavering
Thursday 2nd October 2014 11:56 pm
Crossroads - my National Poetry Day piece
I feel like I'm at a crossroads,
a path I do not know.
The future's looking complex as a vortex
as I continue to grow.
Do I wait in frantic futility
brazenly biting my lip and learning humility?
I see you stuck in Stockholm
waiting for the day that you finally come home.
Destined for greatness
yet thwarted by gravity and quicksand
...
Friday 5th October 2012 8:29 pm
NPD
If this is a day
On a page or stage
That asks you to say...
Something.
With rhyme or not
Keeping time or
Stopping to make your meaning clearer
Bringing the distant nearer
Unpacking the treasured memories
Buried oh so slightly to the left in your chest
Explaining why someone pushes all your buttons
And how each and every button feels to be depressed
And doing all...
Thursday 6th October 2011 6:44 pm
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