Poetry Blogs (2013, warfare)
Rose Casserley on no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers (10 minutes ago)
Warfare rages, blood pressure races, worry lines etch into our faces
Predictability always soothes
So we turn our glaikit eyes to you
A saviour decked in red, white and blue
Be our hero, Mr Twee.
Crashing chords in minor keys
Please god - spare us all of these!
For our stilted minds cannot compute
Unfamiliar jarring tunes
Blandness is the ...
Friday 4th April 2014 7:36 pm
As it is rememberence weekend, I just thought I would post you this, in honour of many a soldier!
Oh the Hypocrisy
Someone get me a cloth,
For someone shat on my screen!
I’m scoping now,
Scoping with a full magazine
Of thirty-two rounds –
The foresight blackened
By my gun oil to assassinate
Saturday 9th November 2013 1:46 am
I felt nothing at first.
Just the loud crack of a distant whip, the echo
Bouncing through the crumbling streets and fetid alleyways,
Painted with the stench of unintentional sacrifices
And scorched by the Middle Eastern sun.
He can see me, this one, even now,
Staring down the lens like a wayward sailor scanning distant rocks for Sirens,
Tempting him to death.
He’s watching me cr...
Sunday 27th January 2013 11:59 am