Poetry Blogs (hypocrisy)
All this indulgence in spring
the obsession with beginnings,
green chutes sprout through those trod in
when GAIA takes her winnings.
With false hope we hope
the cycle might shift the mass,
we mythologise the coming life
the bluebells in the grass.
The lambs so sweet and tender
but our cruel hearts don't miss a beat,
their chance of life is slender
Wednesday 29th March 2017 5:42 pm
For a moment, caught in anger
wings sprung their mortal shield,
talons scratched electric air
their purpose un-concealed.
Demons come in disguise
they speak with perfumed words,
their souls not seen through eyes
their tongues speak loud, unheard.
And they are here as real as day
to feed on you and I,
occasionally you’ll see them
just hope, they pass you...
Friday 24th February 2017 6:59 pm
They believed in a mythical being,
who supposedly loved his creation.
Omnipotent and all seeing -
His will needing no explanation.
They followed his lore from an old book
written by disciples raising the stakes -
that one thing they just shouldn’t cook
were those sinful and bad fairy cakes.
“Good will to all men” they proclaimed
(but the women di...
Tuesday 25th October 2016 12:33 pm
Rub a dub dub
three men in a tub
drifting to the bottom
of their watery club.
Each day descend new members
raining through the surf
like floating fiery embers
burning out their worth,
reduced to something
less than smoke
deep down submerged
its here they choke.
Where hope succumb’s
to a refugee’s sea,
no longer a burden
to whoever it be,...
Saturday 11th June 2016 12:38 pm
As it is rememberence weekend, I just thought I would post you this, in honour of many a soldier!
Oh the Hypocrisy
Someone get me a cloth,
For someone shat on my screen!
I’m scoping now,
Scoping with a full magazine
Of thirty-two rounds –
The foresight blackened
By my gun oil to assassinate
Saturday 9th November 2013 1:46 am
Fake nostalgia spews out from your head
For a sepia England that was never there
Hatred junkie, you know
Where the blood river flows
Feel the bile at your knees
Marching bands drown out your higher brain
Blaring voices drive your soul insane
Hatred junkie, you feel
Like a cog on a wheel
Grinding so out of time – after time
God made you useless...
Tuesday 18th June 2013 1:03 pm