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Trump
Oh, supreme maestro of chaos well devised
Thou who dost turn falsehoods into legacy prized
Thy hair, the clouds of a kitsch tempest wild
Thy suit, a shield 'gainst truths that are reviled
"Make America great again!" thou dost proclaim
Whilst selling dreams wrought with horror and shame
Thy walls are verses in blind poetry penned
That part and divide, yet intrigue to no end
Thou, who sp...
Thursday 13th March 2025 4:19 am
The Big Room
bragging about them is natural
my main bedroom is enormous
or, you should see our kitchen
you've never heard such a fuss
the living-room where gran died
private places for lovers' trysts,
modern caves instead of holes
in hill-sides wreathed in mists
civilised now, flock wall-papered
aertexed ceilings, marble floors,
don't omit that prerequisite, an
exquis...
Tuesday 23rd March 2021 10:52 am
Berlin Irony
9th November 2019
1961
A wall of shame
cut through a city and a people
a bleak new division:
we and the world turned away
1989
A wall fell
remade a city, a people, a history
a bright new union:
we and the world rejoiced
2019
Now we fashion
our uniquely British wall
a tragedy of repeated history:
the world wonders, shrugs
2047
A...
Tuesday 19th November 2019 9:41 am
Homesick Walls
Is there no hope of returning
Homesick
Relative happiness is nice
A ping in my brain
A twinge in my heart
These pulses of ice in my veins
Never want to stop
Every moment distracted
You're there
Crying
Please, please don't cry
Every attempt to want to understand
You help
Another wall is slammed down between us
Please don't push me away
I can be goo...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 3:20 pm
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