Poetry Blogs (2018, justice)
If you find love for the duration,
This you may find will benefit every nation,
It begins with the nucleus,
And that nucleus is me,
All I want out of life is a cigarette and a cup of tea,
Anything more would be great,
But we must rid the world of hate,
Love is the answer to all things,
If you have true love then you will live the life of a king,
There will be justice for all,
And if you ...
Thursday 27th December 2018 11:40 am
In the courtroom
a murder of lawyers spluttered,
arguing, debating their hourly rating,
the state of an unbalanced mind,
when they un-flapped their gowns,
they’d little comprehension
of acute combat tension
in South Asian border-land towns.
Whilst out on the street
banners waved and horns sounded,
Saturday 18th March 2017 12:13 pm
A Message of Hope
This is a message of hope, of peace, of justice
Of the pieces of me that are not taken
Not trapped, Not tapped of sourceful energy.
And the resources of friendship and kindness and love
Of the part of me that is alive and breathing and being.
With Nature and trees and sun
With butterflies and hummingbirds and eyes open
Watching the glow of...
Tuesday 11th October 2016 6:14 am
The greedy God is a needy God
offering paradise to those
who would make a body count
in a violent misshape of fate
for needy Gods need sacrifice
to justify their cause.
What God creates he takes away
while man creates his laws.
Sunday 17th July 2016 10:19 pm
Twenty seven years of sleepless nights
enduring a lifetime of injustice.
Fighting endlessly to clear the name...
of friends and loved ones wrongly blamed.
Justice should have been swift and free,
but corruption was present from the start
and lay at the heart of this tragedy.
Adding pain and deepening their misery.
Always dignified. Unflinching in their efforts,
the strength it has...
Thursday 28th April 2016 9:23 am
will welfare victims
wait for justice as long as
Wednesday 27th April 2016 8:25 pm
For my actions although those
Were not my actions
Monday 14th March 2016 12:48 am
Five years and nine months
Can you tell what it is yet?
It's not long enough
So whilst on 'A' Wing
Bend down to pick up your soap
Whilst in the shower
No 'Two Little Boys'
Just 'Jake the Peg's middle leg
Try your Kangaroo court sport
It's coming to you
Then why no remorse?
Banged up at portrait's pleasure
Tuesday 8th July 2014 6:21 pm
Should have been your boy
back from the game
bag of fish and chips
grin as wide as the Mersey
drunk on youth and sunshine
still living every pass shot tackle
as he settles down in front of the box
him and the old man each with a can
to watch it all over on Match Of The Day.
Instead, it was coppers
neighbours, friends, the sad-eyed priest
it was sorry for your...
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 5:34 pm
Children Of The Glamned
preying on the teenage Kohl eyed panda
tinfoil fumbling back stage
now fear her mature rampage
finding strength in her dotage
Wednesday 9th April 2014 7:49 pm
A rain of death is falling in Ramses Square
There's something perceptively evil in the air
Perhaps it's the word Moslem
That excuses the eagle from treating them less like men
I saw him, unarmed pleading hands outstretched in front of the tank
The rifle raised these bastards are not firing blanks
What code, what right is invoked that separates crime from state
Sunday 18th August 2013 7:38 pm
But Trayvon Martin still gets no justice when Zimmerman shoots.
The latter claimed he had the right to simply stand his ground
But first, against police advice, he followed young Trayvon around
Trying to decide, I guess, if the teenager really posed a threat.
But judging by what Trayvon was packing, he was a wrong as wrong can get.
Sunday 14th July 2013 11:51 pm
Open Mic Event
I am pleased to announce that Ashton Library will be host to the Manchester launch of the Robin Hood Book, a poetry anthology alongside the Robin Hood Campaign analysing, celebrating and discussing various social issues of importance.
There will be readings from Ushiku ...
Tuesday 15th May 2012 1:34 pm
40/1 Clara Petacci in the Piazza Loreto
She was Benito Mussolini’s squeeze.
He’d jump official meetings for quick shags,
leaving state officials fingering their diplomatic bags.
He’d have her on the carpet, on a chair,
over a desk; almost anywhere,
then go out on some balcony, thumping the air.
Of course it had to end:
Armies defeated, tr...
Sunday 8th April 2012 8:33 pm
The knocks came loud at half past four;
The wife woke from her sleep.
"You give that noisy pest what-for,
I hate the little creep"!
Her husband squinted at the clock
And rubbed his tired eyes;
He'd give that yob a nasty shock,
An unforseen surprise.
"What's your problem, son?" he cried,
Flinging back the door,
And quickly stopped in verbal str...
Saturday 5th November 2011 5:21 pm
Wet dawn morning rain dripping on sombre scene
low clouds distilling all colour to grey.
No warmth or hope or peace of mind.
Count down approaches creeping death
as workers test the gallow’s string, new white rope up,
haul heavy sacks of grain to test it – dead weight.
In his cell a condemned man is brought,
he didn’t sleep much. His last day on ear...
Thursday 20th October 2011 4:32 pm
I present my argument:
Justice is a moral issue;
morality is subjective;
therefore - Justice is subjective.
The Just Person is:
upright righteous fair-minded
‘on the side of the angels’!
unbiased unprejudiced impartial
dispassionate indifferent detached
With all due reasonableness
Thursday 19th May 2011 11:01 am
if poets did justice and the law
loansharks would get baliffs knocking on their door
animal abusers would have to go to the vets instead of the doctors
muggers would be beaten up by old grannies
scientists who test animals with cosmetics would find themselves dolled up every morning
by cosmetics that give them a rash
and bankers who get big bonuses would have to wor...
Friday 7th May 2010 12:39 pm