Iain Duncan Wots-his-face
has now resigned and left a space
in Cabinet. The explanation?
Tory party machinations.
But then again, perhaps the bloke
just had enough of pigs, and coke.
Saturday 19th March 2016 10:12 am
The child in his arms, such a precious gift,
her sweet little smile would make his heart lift.
Born into a love that none could compare,
baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair.
Conceived and born on such love filled days,
from the moment he held her he was blown away.
His heart did a flip and his smile was so wide,
his devotion to his daughter could not be denied....
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 5:34 pm
As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.
The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.
As I gaze into the vast emptiness
Thursday 18th September 2014 11:04 am
The Fifty-Ninth Minute
Don’t jump oh Lord,
Do not ponder expectations of living here,
Give yourself some room to manoeuvre
And sway instead the rhythm of life
As blues take an arbitrary hold,
For we are old and tired,
And sick of living lies.
All our collective tears,
All our raging hysterics flowing
Salt, water, emotion,
Are not apparen...
Tuesday 31st December 2013 12:52 am
Marks In The Sand
Sitting in his ivory tower,
built on the sweat,
blood and bones
of those who helped him
build it – then, when they
had served their purpose,
sacrificed on the
gleaming altar of greed.
High ambition in this
glass and steel Babylon,
where His armies
were to take over the world.
Britannia slain but defiant
Wednesday 1st May 2013 11:19 am
Thursday 31st January 2013 7:42 am