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Luxury
It’s a luxury if you can say:
‘I’m not in the mood right now.
I don’t feel like it.
I don’t really fancy it today.’
It’s the luxury of comfort,
Of the well- appointed,
The index-linked,
The flexible sort.
It’s not an option
For the poor or unfulfilled,
Nor for those hunting for scraps
Or queueing the pouring rain;
Nor for the worker who drops his sandw...
Monday 14th November 2022 9:57 pm
This Is Capitalism
We live in a society of sanitized brutality.
Austerity increasing exponential wealth disparity, despairing for community.
Who has put a price on life to ration out a tiny slice,
and grip us in their vice, disguised as moral order righteousness?
Pretenders to the throne, to throw us only scraps and bones.
The corporations profit all by raised invoice and taxes slashed,
as ...
Wednesday 29th May 2019 12:28 am
The Voice of the Commons
Goodbye to the common land.
Goodbye to our pensions.
Goodbye to free school milk,
and goodbye to fair rent.
Goodbye to a job for life.
Don’t expect a contract.
Farewell to the greengrocer,
selling fruit in paper bags.
Farewell to the council house.
They’re selling off allotments.
The end of days for the bursary.
No more pow...
Friday 7th September 2018 4:53 pm
A Marriage of Ghosts
A Marriage Of Ghosts
Something old; crumbling bones.
Something new; innocent youth.
Something borrowed; parental beliefs.
A bride forever blue.
Flesh bound to ash and bone.
A knot ties the living and dead.
Union of child and corpse, rotting.
Protection from cursed health and poverty.
Escaping abandonment, in a death shed,
destined by ancestral expectati...
Wednesday 11th July 2018 1:46 pm
Shame
SHAME
In a warehouse, in a cage a child sits
In bits
Clinging to her only comfort a blanket of foil
And whilst we all recoil
at the horror on display
Theresa May declares although it’s not ok
She will wait and chat in her special friend’s ear.... only when he is here
Whilst umbilical cords of family ties
Are severed bleeding out amid cries ..............................
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 12:03 pm
For My Sisters And Brothers Of Colour
I know I have no right to stand here
and attempt to speak for my sisters
and brothers of colour.
I stand here in awe to applaud
their strength and their courage,
their patience in the face of
relentless abuse.
As a child I was picked on,
excluded, abused;
I was ginger with freckles.
But now I am grown,
I doubt I’ve been ever
turned down for a job
or a h...
Tuesday 29th May 2018 2:02 pm
Real Life
She lies awake at night,
eyes wired,
frantically reading
anything, anything,
to not think about it,
to patch up the cracks,
sew up the seams,
stuff the holes with cushions
made of trash TV and Facebook,
while the mould seeps
down the bedroom wall,
letters lie ignored
re: default sum unpaid,
again.
So sick, sick
of hospital appointments,
waiting in ...
Thursday 24th May 2018 6:03 pm
By the Thames
It’s the final burial ground –
the place where they go to die;
lapping dirt-brown waves;
tourist couples bidding goodbye.
Ships slicing through soundlessly,
as smog adorns the sky.
A pigeon hobbles by on its stump,
while a gull lets out a mournful cry;
beside benches, an old man holds out his cup;
on the cobblestones stands a solitary bride.
A homeless girl leans agai...
Wednesday 30th March 2016 11:40 am
Those Paintbrush Women
I think I’m addicted to acting the way,
Behaving the way,
I feel:
Shit.
No, I never meant to-
I-
No, I never intended to-
I-
didn’t set out to break your heart
I think that it came naturally to me...
Snapping those heart strings it’s what
I-
It’s what I’ve always done best.
Affection is a weapon they say,
Charm is a murderer they say,
The blood you lose...
Wednesday 9th March 2016 7:54 pm
Inequalities of all shades(revised)
Though in dexterity my physically challenged carpenter father,
Than the physically fit proves better,as a source to his anger,
With contemporaries a level ground he enjoyed never!
From late childhood there was one thing that me used to bother, why my so discriminated father
On his turn true to cultural dictates,ill treats my domestic chores saddled mother
And heeds not her s...
Monday 8th February 2016 8:43 am
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
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