Telling the Truth is Now a Hate Crime
The Fascists aren’t coming to burn books in the square,
That was then, in the war, it could never happen here,
The Fascists are coming to arrest mother and me,
Because once, as a child, I dared ask a big question,
The Fascists are coming to arrest my mum,
For telling me the facts of life,
The Fascists are coming, because they’ve heard a rumour,
That I asked of my mother “w...
Monday 9th January 2023 1:38 pm
I couldn't think of another stanza
curled on a velvet chair
in a darkening room
is a monstorous teen.
outside the blackening,
is a fading pink sky.
the clouds within whisper to shepards,
"Delighted I Hope"
and on the highest grassy hills,
the shepards face eternity.
Friday 9th September 2022 8:08 pm
Adult Human Female
ADULT HUMAN FEMALES BETRAYED
E’s getten a Masters in Bullshiteree,
Peer-reviewed by pillocks who agree,
Uz t' moon’s med o’ cheese,
Uz black’s white, ‘ell’ll freeze,
Now scumbags‘r getten off scot free!
Thi honour, Q.C., D.P.P.,
Ar t’ ignorant, or incompetent, thee?
Tha cowardice crass,
Meks o’ justice an arse,
When tha durstn’t define “woman” fer me!
---...
Wednesday 10th August 2022 4:15 pm
Stairs
I've known many stairs
Rising to strange places
Where joy roams free
A blur of female faces
Stairs can feel unreal
From drink and hurry
Chasing hot rump in a
Scented hectic flurry
Drink risks a frisson
Tumbling down stairs
Scrambles your wits
Impedes your affairs
Some boast a bend
Others climb straight
Either route is urgent
Desire will n...
Monday 5th October 2020 10:23 am
The man and the sea - Part 1: The Stranding
After the ship broke
the man found himself in the middle of the sea
drifting into the unknown in the dark
clinging to a piece of tree
the man is physically strong, he needs to be
cause his mindset is weak
and now that no one can see
he lets out a tiny weep
by daylight, the man spots land on the horizon
he heads off and crawls
but she, the sea, won’t let him ...
Friday 7th August 2020 8:25 pm
Goddess
My face may not have symmetry
My skin may have spots
My belly may roll and wobble
My thighs may touch... a lot
Petals do not have symmetry
Mountains may have spots
The ocean may roll and wobble
The clouds they touch... a lot
I see the beauty of nature
Everytime I look at me
I was handcrafted by goddesses
As is everything I see
Monday 24th February 2020 6:31 pm
Not one for the guys
Sometimes it bugs me
to have to chain up my chest
to keep it under control
And a few days each month
I’m afraid to stand up
for fear of disaster below
The price to pay for having a way
to make two little humans
and call them my own
One of whom
will make the same complaints
once she is fully grown.
Friday 14th September 2018 10:28 pm
The Forest Glade
I saw her stand
exposed and timid
nervous, shivering
in the leafy sun
a dappled beauty
suddenly shy
I saw him stand
proud and sure
brash, potent
in the cool shade
a young pretender
suddenly hesitant
I heard them come
angry and loud
fast, rushing
through the heat
the older lads
suddenly here
I saw his doubt
alone and fearful
...Friday 18th May 2018 2:51 pm
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