Seed of the fruit
What if these once shivering timbers could talk
Tell tales about those who once walked between them.
The scenes they’d not so much seen
As absorbed with the salt of the spray
And the tears, shed in the triangular trade
in which so many souls were bought
And sold, young and old alike, back in the days
When the darker fruit of the tree of humanity
Were just another commodit...
Friday 28th August 2020 11:43 pm
FIVE O'CLOCK
At five o’clock the Tories dribble poison in my ears
trying hard to hide their perma-smirks they giggle at our fears.
Trumpeting as triumphs, all the targets they’ve not met.
They twist the truth like wicker man and hope we’ll all forget
that they failed to act in time to protect our brave frontline
And they watched the death toll climb, while they told us we were fine
Saturday 9th May 2020 2:27 pm
My absent companion
My absent comrade
A fickle and inconstant friend,
of whom I rarely see enough.
It’s within you my dreams reside
but without you, I feel rough.
You’re absent when I need you most,
then sneak up on me, unexpected.
Can’t you see, you’re broken and disjointed
when I need you to be connected?
But if we weren’t to meet again
I doubt that I could I cope.
I ...
Thursday 13th February 2020 12:12 am
Why I went back
Why I went back
A posthumous poem in the voice of Walter Tull – 28.04.1888 to 25.03.1918
Until you’ve been under fire
hunkered down in some funk hole
you’ll never know terror, the horror
or the damage to the soul
that just one barrage can do,
before you ever hear the whistle’s blast
that, sadly it’s true
for all too many,
signals this’ll be your last.
So...
Friday 17th January 2020 6:44 am
Drowning in the Drought
Drowning in the Drought
At times I drip with poetry
The words simply pour out of me
A flow it seems no dam could ever stop
Until, I’m drowning in the drought
A flood of tears and mere self-doubt
That withers, in the barn, my finest crop.
17.1.2020
Friday 17th January 2020 6:13 am
Take a minute
One Minute
Just take one minute
to listen
to remember
to understand
to reset,
to step back
to refocus
to rewind
to regret.
Just take one minute
to rest
to rebalance
to breathe
to cry,
to think
to question
to reflect
to wonder why.
Just take one minute,
then, if you can,
take one minute more;
to work out what you need,
to decide just what this minute’s for.
If you...
Friday 17th January 2020 5:06 am
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