What am I but air
In an increasingly breathless world
In a whirlwind of exasperation
Unheard against the halitosis
of political exhaling
Dissipating under the hot breath
of false rhetoric
And hot-air promises
Soon to blow away
Like the weary farts
Of a backbench octogenarian
Thursday 3rd February 2022 8:51 pm
Song for politicians (wine & cheese update)
Great view from my Ivory Tower
The window is frosted, but I still feel the power.
Savile suite so I feel the part
But I like to pretend I got it straight from Primark
I feed my…
Flock through the magical lense
My sincere smile upon your telly transcends
Saturday 15th January 2022 12:40 pm
If you close your eyes
to the world outside,
will the fighting suddenly cease?
Will brother and sister
hold hands together
and build a new life of peace?
Does a person, born blind,
not hear the teeth grind
as disaster, from greed, is grown?
That because he can’t see,
thinks we're are all living free
and reaping the seeds we have sown?
If you block...
Saturday 11th July 2015 12:14 pm
etched in gloom.
vacant, the guardian of
a chained black gate.
eyes, as heads,
waiting for heroes
to seal their fate.
In legends torn
from clay cast bright
we may witness
fire and blades and bows;
such blood-fuelled spite.
Now all too real;
the skin of time;
Wednesday 14th May 2014 9:03 pm
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
I was prompted to dig this one out by reading the piece Lyn Dye posted about Bankers...
Now edited a little, which might cover some points raised in comments below :-)
Deep recession brings depressions
Credit crunch too hard to munch
Should the banks take our possessions
When their brains were out to lunch
All their greed and daft lending ways
The blame belongs...
Saturday 25th February 2012 4:27 pm
Some politicians are like tarts,
No cash or cause refusable;
They'll fuck with anyone - hands on hearts,
No promise inexcusable.
Some politicians are like sluts,
Haggling near a station;
Hear them use those "ifs" and "buts"
To find accommodation.
Some politicians are like jades
Whose looks are going fast;
Making hay ere summer fades,
Saturday 7th January 2012 2:22 pm