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Hiroshima
I’ve got the perfect excuse:
I wasn’t there, I am too young,
I don’t speak the language,
And would have been too far away.
Perfect, but nothing like good enough.
In life’s harsh light, we were all there;
Young, old, dead, alive or unborn:
We all know what happened.
Condemned to be cogs in the machine,
Nobody can do the dodge now;
No one can hide and say
‘It’s nothi...
Tuesday 6th August 2024 6:41 am
Caucus
Middle Americans, in their homely way,
Are often overheard to say:
'I was just goofing around.'
They goof and they goof and they goof,
And sometimes they goof a little more.
And then we get Donald Trump.
Wednesday 17th January 2024 8:21 am
Eighty
at rest at last
she sees no light
finally gave up without a fight
left no partner
or one to mourn
her destiny beneath stone and lawn
how did she live
for eighty years
yet leave behind a dearth of tears?
or is there life
beyond this vale
that gives a meaning to her tale?
maybe she got
her just dessert
to make up for a life of hurt
...
Wednesday 8th September 2021 10:49 am
Bubble Of Oblivion
Honey glazed canopies
Shelter you and me
From the piercing rays
Of the sun, governing us in dismay
As we remain ensnared
In our reveries,
Oblivious and unaware,
Our fantasies as fickle as the breeze.
Perhaps it's not always a sin
To stay confined within
The bubble of oblivion;
To wear an armour of neon;
To shield our eyes
With rose-tinted glasses;
To sing with illusory passerines-
...
Thursday 27th August 2020 9:44 am
Oblivion
Chasing wonders,
With a pen and a paper,
An empty sheet,
A piece of oblivion.
Staring blankly,
Eyes lost in the wilderness,
Once with a blink,
A whimper towards nothing.
Looking around,
Inside a four-cornered room,
Pastel purples,
In between the white curtains.
Oblivion,
Running strokes on the paper,
A pen and ink,
Breaking the bars of this cage.
Tuesday 4th June 2019 9:52 am
Tramp
I am the one you kick cans at as you pass me in the street.
I am the one with the dirty hair and the scruffy clothes.
I am the one you cower from and snarl at as you pass my feet.
I am the one you pretend you can’t hear or blatantly ignore as I mutter ‘Spare change please’.
I was like you once I had a home, a family a smile. Now I have my dog.
I fought for the country ...
Sunday 15th May 2011 9:57 pm
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