Poetry Blogs (plague)
Nicola Beckett on Hypocrite Society (50 minutes ago)
Nicola Beckett on These empty streets (54 minutes ago)
Nicola Beckett on To My Daughters About Dreams (57 minutes ago)
Nicola Beckett on My Very Own Abyss (1 hour ago)
One thing this plague has taught us
Is that close proximity can be lethal
You could be a carrier of ideas
Asymptomatic in their spread
Just your unthoughtful actions
Triggering others to violence
You could infringe on the personal space
Of other people’s beliefs
Carelessly trampling over them
By thinking only of your own gratification
Friday 12th June 2020 4:10 pm
Corona Virus is sweeping causing panic and fear
Many lost to it now. It's in the uk it's starting here
Pray that a vacine can soon to found 🙏
Stop the corona in its tracks, don't hang around
China god bless you, so many you have been lost to it
Do something God, make it go, we don't need this sh..
Pray that is all any of us can do. Pray people won't you
Banish and stop...
Thursday 27th February 2020 3:16 pm
Epidemiologists and public health ethicists have been grappling for some time with the near certainly of widespread disease pandemics resulting from climate change. Changes in non-human animal migration and human migration will bring extant pathogens to new populations as warming releases long dormant pathogens on the world once again. Large swaths of the population could be wiped out in an incred...
Tuesday 7th May 2019 1:55 pm
You see the USA and UK
Having pride for our race
When really, we are a disgrace
But the truth always is the hardest thing to face
We hurt the world that gave us life
Proving our greed has no price
We are a plague upon the earth
Taking it for all that it is worth
Money comes before conservation
Because nothing is worth it, without gaining a sum
Disguising our greed as caring for what's ...
Saturday 3rd November 2018 1:36 pm
Oh streets, your weeping cobbles shine
Against the moonlight, wailing sirens
Beckon those that have succumb
To fill your guttered lines with souls.
Blistered, bloated, wandering lost
Through invalid eyes – flies feast
On stale skin, as deep within
The eruptions pulse to a deathly drum.
One by one they fall in line
Upon swarming sewer drains,
Stacked, like broken branches cau...
Wednesday 1st May 2013 11:15 am