Poetry Blog by Noetic-fret!
Lynn Hamilton on Bedlams Wake (Sun, 29 Jan 2017 07:41 pm)
No Place For Angels
We thought nothing could stop
Would even go to
War to settle difference of
But, we’re no different
Now than thousands upon
Thousands of blind years,
For we’re still singing war songs
And frightening the babes
So distraught as shells fall
And Martyrs scream battle crie...
Sunday 28th May 2017 10:35 pm
None of You Truly Know.
‘They’ say they admire me, for holding back
On my fists, then taking a beating
For the mercy I give.
And oh to be in England during
The summer don’t mean a shit,
Unless shared with a Zulu
You’ve married and had kids.
And she’d tear you an arsehole if
You question her ‘Id.’
I know full fucking on, with the scars
She has give.
Thursday 25th May 2017 10:36 pm
I believed we were going places,
Could feel the wave surge; our collective
Will driving forwards and gaining ground
Into realms with promise of freedoms and liberty,
But then a death,
Your death, my death, our death
Stole smiles that spanned the globe,
And replaced them with the sneer
Of hateful - inhumane forms
Who walk among us,
Sunday 21st May 2017 12:13 am
The Comedy of Giants
I once ran these hills without breaking a sweat,
And camped upon the summit of Englands tallest -
Singing punk lullabies at night, while
The stars danced merriment upon the eye,
Those years were the personal victory
Of a boy who came from a town that only wanted
To cripple and belittle the shining ones;
To take away all that our elders fe...
Sunday 30th April 2017 7:17 pm
Her tunic bathed in the days work,
Has remnants of spittle,
Colours of spat medicine and blood,
Her eyes – brown and beautiful,
Tired and distant,
Tell a tale of solitude
The horizon doesn’t want to see,
Accompanied only by
An accusing public,
She keeps her tears private
For the drug addicts and forgotten
Children of tomorrow...
Thursday 13th April 2017 1:28 am
She Rang To Inform You Of........
She is black,
I am white,
And it’s not about the colour,
It’s just that,
Within the hatred of
Two opposing poles who
Look upon with scorn,
The love is even deeper!
Michael J Waite 13th April 2017.
Thursday 13th April 2017 12:38 am
My night was fitful,
The sofa lumpy, warped and uncomfortable –
Old like I,
Fifty years ago this day
I was born unto this world
Without a choice but to live
The rules set before I arrived,
And I am no better off this day,
Than April Sixth Nineteen Sixty-Seven.
The morning peers between the
Gap the tired curtains have to off...
Thursday 6th April 2017 4:41 am
No More the Sea
Even an immortal soul would expire
Before reaching the ends of the Universe,
For it is big, competing with time –
Perhaps in peril, where the
Sacred chalice filled with wine
From a cellar built from infinity,
Can bring back make believe
Deities now so desperately missing
Oh how ridiculous the story of Man,
His chalice fille...
Friday 31st March 2017 3:18 am
You see that person standing there -
That bipedal quantum being,
They’re most important upon the World
As they calculate their daily living,
They’re so accustomed to the pain
They no longer feel their worth,
But they inward weep for all
The troubles shared upon this
And they’ve never really grown from
The days they slept ...
Monday 20th March 2017 12:54 am
Nicey nicey now,
Ease the soft fuckers in,
Let them believe they make difference,
Let them believe they’ll win,
Here before your court
A truth sayer begins,
Knowing full well his bairns
May be taken,
Killed or imprisoned,
One day you’ll awaken
to the carnage you live,
Eating the flesh of compassionate
Forms, while seeking forg...
Friday 17th March 2017 8:51 pm
Our Denial of Hate
Within the realms of madness
I look infinity in the eye,
My hands outstretched to cushion
A fall into a darkened state
But the fall is never ending,
Never ceasing or explaining
Infinity’s unwelcome grin.
Downwards I continually plummet,
Like a Halo Jumper
With no parachute,
No DZ below,
Just an ...
Saturday 11th March 2017 10:16 pm
If You Ain’t Soldier, Then You’ll Never Know.
Do not compromise your own security,
Let every cunt and his dog know
You’re a weak minded civilian piece of……….
Rome wasn’t built in a day,
Nor your life, or mine, or theirs,
What was built,
Still holds quarter with all,
Be you civilian or military,
And that, is that as they quaintly say,
Monday 6th March 2017 11:14 pm
He was no narcissi,
He didn’t even like exposure
And despite the loudness –
Sought refuge in Gorecki,
His was a great misunderstanding
That in reality, became the pleasure
Of feeble minds,
Rejected as sport,
Everyone he knew came
To lazy conclusions,
Enticed by an entity without heart and soul,
He was as history told,...
Sunday 26th February 2017 8:26 pm
The Silence is Beautiful
There is no reason on Earth they came,
No reason I could understand at least,
Twenty-three years ago,
A reception waited for he to return -
The frost from the Balkan Winter
Still fresh, still solid upon the lapel
That sported the Veteran badge,
A tired and slouched gait
Frequented bars he never knew the name,
His love cryin...
Tuesday 14th February 2017 10:27 am
I don’t have the heart to tell you my rose,
For I don’t have the strength to admit -
Our lives lived are solemn among strangers,
My tears flow like hot wax
With every pain killer you take,
All the pills of love,
All pills of hate.
There Is something so delicately wrong
With man, with woman too,
When within their collective they bra...
Thursday 2nd February 2017 11:31 pm
On Being Seen
These are said to be human,
They breathe they eat,
They are equal to all
And all are equal,
Yet they have the power,
Power to take away
The pittance from a family man,
Power to stop a young boy,
A young girl from aspirations
With good working principles.
‘You’ve been seen!’
They say in their juvenile way,
And then it’s the food ba...
Tuesday 31st January 2017 10:28 pm
The Crafted hand and absurd mind
Seeks absolution from
Quartered soul of ridicule,
From the purgatory
And punishment designed
By deceiving devils,
The Utopia gone,
All Space has grown only Hell,
Death itself no release
But an onward evolving
Sincere optimism once
Bestowed itself plain
As day upon Sain...
Monday 23rd January 2017 10:41 pm
Go on and press it,
Press the damned switch and let it be done,
Let it all be done unto Earth as it is in heaven,
As that’s what they preach
That’s what they preach!
Where be my beloved Rachel,
Where does she go between the hours
My loins and longings no longer request her
A bar, the gymnasium for the perfec...
Tuesday 17th January 2017 12:30 am
Beyond The Boundaries Of Words
Soft Brexit, tittle tattle tee,
It don’t mean shit of course
To the children of the streets,
Weak pound, money for the masses,
Just keep the beggars down again
Despite them rising from the classes.
Cambridge, Oxford and London,
We all have the same ability
Thursday 12th January 2017 12:27 am