Poetry Blogs (2011, generation)
So I guess that they've imprisoned us into this predetermined preposition
When the truth is there so blatantly but we can't help but not to listen
Because ignorance is bliss so we'll stay blissfully unaware
As to the GMO's in all our food and the geo engineering in the air
I suppose we'll go organic and refuse the water from the tap
What about the metals likened to a subtle che...
Saturday 11th November 2017 9:35 am
The flower head is set to burst wide open.
Dormant in this tired space,
Matured and rooted by the year,
It sways in gentle rhythm with this slowing autumn time.
Bulging now with future life, it stands
As testament to nature’s cycle.
Soon its seeds will spread afar,
Exploding silent and unseen, like time and time before.
And from the casting of those flyspeck seeds
Monday 1st August 2016 7:46 pm
"Nice to see you
To see you nice".
Tip-tapping in waistcoats;
On the noble steed that is
Wielding his chin
Like a sabre,
And winning the nation's
That's the name of the game".
He's not a king,
Queen or Jack.
He's not even "higher
Or lower" - he's a knight!
Knight of t...
Thursday 20th October 2011 3:44 pm
Every generation has its own hard men
who rule the block, kick the new kids ass’s.
Who rule every bar, don’t take no for an answer,
are not to be messed with and demand respect.
They use the weapons of their trade, knives,
brass knuckles, guns, bats and more.
Take them away and their fists are a back up,
sure fire way of defence, offence.
Thursday 29th September 2011 3:17 pm