A Speck of Cruelty (a true story about a dear old neighbour of mine)
One tiny story
One tiny life
Not picked up on any radar
Or satellite
Not even
A marking in a road
Or unfortunately
No CCTV
Old Ray’s tools were stolen
From his ransacked allotment
Leaving
Very little of him left .
One tiny moment
One tiny heartless mind
Just started to bury him
Further
And further
In the ground
Friday 3rd May 2019 11:17 pm
The Daily Sluice
I see that vacant look
In a lot people’s eyes lately
Life has tumbled
Into washing
And laundry
Spinning their heads around
A moment to think …
Then click the screen
And the possible moment of enlightenment
Disappears down the daily sluice
I see those eyes now …
Counting sheep
Trying to become vacant
Blank as the mobile scream
Waiting for th...
Saturday 16th March 2019 3:19 am
You Didn’t Pull the Trigger, but You Did
You didn’t pull the trigger, but you did
“I don’t want immigrants
or those of a different race or creed”
I didn’t pull the trigger, but you did
“the drip drip of my poison pen and lips
rips a storm of hatred in you”
Well…
You didn’t pull the trigger, but you did
Each word, becomes a vile post
Each gesture, someone is pushed against a wall
...Saturday 16th March 2019 3:13 am
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