Juden für Palästina! (Jews for Palestine!)
The accompanying video is of Emma Kirkby (an old family favourite of ours) singing “Dido’s Lament” by Henry Purcell. It’s one of the saddest pieces of English music I’ve ever heard, and so, is most appropriate.
I’ve modelled my poem around Dylan Thomas’ “Do not go gentle into that good night”, on the premise that the night we currently face is not, in any sense ...
Friday 8th March 2024 12:40 pm
PRESS! Bang Bang, You’re Dead!
Perhaps you’re wondering why you got the sack?
For years now, I’ve not bought our local rag,
not bought the cut and paste of client hacks,
who’d not report on genocide of a nation,
for fear of being murdered on The Strip,
tell lie on lie, warmongering information,
co-lateral damage? say it’s just a blip,
from Iraq to Gaza, murderous tongues you wag.
Tuesday 5th March 2024 10:46 am
Dear Mister Stupidly of Braindead...
Dear Mister Stupidly of Braindead,
that genocide is not in my name;
starving babies to death,
your conscience won’t stain,
so I’m asking you, oh very nicely,
pretty please, will you bugger right off;
we’ll protest against murder,
we’ll protest ‘til it stops,
we’ll protest a lot further,
we’ll protest til the fucking penny has dropped,
we’ll protest a lot louder,
i...
Thursday 29th February 2024 11:21 am
Gutter Press
They claim he died
as act of protest
against the “war”.
Tools of the fascists,
gutter press
they lie and lie
whilst innocents die.
“I will no longer
be complicit
in genocide”,
were his words.
“Free Palestine”
he screamed out
in his agony,
at least three times.
Wednesday 28th February 2024 11:11 am
Was It For This The Clay Grew Tall?
NB. the penultimate line is a quote from war poet Wilfred Owen's "Futility".
HMS Britannia
some years ago,
began bouncing
along the bottom
of turd-strewn
and poisoned
inland waterways
and shorelines,
she’s scraping
the moral barrel,
going through
its rotten bottom,
into the cesspit,
in which she’s floating,
all with the blessings
of silent cler...
Tuesday 27th February 2024 10:13 am
Walking the Streets
Rachel touts for votes in Leeds,
but Rachel Gen O’ Cide is fleet,
yes, Rachel and her minder run
from awkward questions on our streets;
that mother’s questions ain’t no fun;
have you had a drink of water?
have you eaten more than crumbs?
Gaza’s children have to dig
for water whilst they’re dodging bombs,
Rachel, do you give a fig?
have you had to dig your daughter
...
Sunday 18th February 2024 1:14 pm
Valentine's Day-Another Massacre-Another Dollar
“Made in Britain”, once a mark of highest quality,
To Gaza, with love, we send white-hot death from above,
Cruel Britannia stoops to utter depravity.
Tuesday 13th February 2024 2:47 pm
1000 MILES IN 2024: 1st Running Total
Thursday the eighth of February,
and eleven point seven miles I’ve walked,
a running total in defiance
of the enemy within,
of voices in my head who’d rather
I sit quiet, with nose to screen,
consuming crap made just for me,
algorhythmically designed
to rob me of humanity,
of poetry in my walking’s rhythm,
a miracle that’s in full flow,
performed by those who gave...
Thursday 8th February 2024 10:41 am
Cant(erbury) and Hypocrisy
Will you be there in Our Lord’s House
on bended knee on Sunday morn,
good Christians all; will you be there,
a-seeking spiritual comfort from
one silent on a genocide,
who, love and peace will loudly preach,
whose cowardly silence volumes speaks,
th’ Archpastor of you faithful sheep?
Will you cry out for justice now,
or crucify again Our Lord,
side with enablers ...
Tuesday 6th February 2024 2:26 pm
1000 MILES IN 2024
They said, no!
no, you can’t!
just shut up,
go away;
they said
what they
always say,
too old,
too fat,
waste of space,
a pisspot,
a fantasist,
say voices
in my head.
I've told them,
piss off,
the first step’s
to take one,
so I took one,
I planned,
If you do not
you plan to fail,
so I got all my kit,
warm leggings
and mi...
Sunday 4th February 2024 9:01 pm
Hello Goodbye
A rosy glow adorns this morning’s sky,
today, we regulars pay our respects,
tomorrow, with an angel I will play.
A quiet bloke, he’d been around the world,
of Africa and engineering spoke,
of vintage motorbikes, and automatic cars,
the pros and cons of smart-or not-TVs,
of pacemakers, the NHS, and stuff,
and never took his little trilby off,
a different one from time to ...
Thursday 1st February 2024 9:35 am
What Period Poverty?
How do you fancy ripping tents up, Angie,
instead of nipping to the corner shop?
Here in the town of Stockport, Lancashire,
when sirens sounded, townsfolk gratefully fled
to shelter under arches stout and strong;
but now, the stench of death pervades the air,
the body politic is now corrupt;
no air raid shelters for the innocents
of Gaza under rubble, three months gone;
...Monday 29th January 2024 12:38 pm
Fallacies
To write a couple of lines I am inclined,
About a cat, sat on my front-door mat,
That was or was not, victim of a crime.
There in a box it sat, and that was that!
Or so I thought; then wrote a few more lines.
That’s not my cat, it is Herr Schrödinger's!
Is it quite dead, or is it doing fine?
Are Cheshire cats renowned malingerers?
Your answers to my questions I invite;
...
Sunday 28th January 2024 1:26 pm
月亮 杘句
Full majestic moon.
Time and tide wait for no one.
Let’s reach for the sky.
Friday 26th January 2024 8:44 am
Slaughterhouse Red
Welcome to Britain, madam Ambassador for Genocide;
this carpet’s the latest fashion, Slaughterhouse Red.
Per Ardua ad Astra is how they died,
a diet of porky pies, what they were fed,
“We will remember them”, cry solemn parrots,
ad nauseam, per annum, dog-whistled,
forgetting stick, they much prefer those carrots,
warmongering Lords want us protestors kettled;
oh yes, ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2024 2:06 pm
¡No Pasarán!
On Cable Street in ‘thirty-six
they said ¡No Pasarán! keeping Fascists at bay
with chamber-pots pouring, with fists kicks and bricks.
But on that hypocrites’s watch, in ‘twenty-three,
they said “¡Pasarán! it’s the Fascists field day”,
Spanish Nazis and Blackshirt admirers roamed free
on Preston’s streets, decency slayed;
our ex-home secretary now protests for genocide,
...
Thursday 18th January 2024 1:35 pm
Tabula Rasa
Vent your anger on people in small boats,
on long-haired gorgeous blokes, who like to wear skirts;
forget the yachts sailed by millionaire thieving scrotes,
forget who welcomed to the UK, Nazis and Blackshirts,
facts indeed are sacred, as someone said,
but only facts which the sewer chooses to reveal,
yes, no news is good news, what nearly thirty thousand dead?
targetted jour...
Thursday 11th January 2024 12:57 pm
It’s Christmas in the Asylum (belated version)
This poem is based on a story which appeared over Christmas, and which was taken to be true!
AWOL = absent without leave
The Christmas gammon have gone spitting mad,
they think asylum seekers are going AWOL
for Christmas: yes here in the UK it’s that bad,
with nothing around here but strife and trouble,
that’s why those “foreigners” want to go home!
Gee Beebie News are ha...
Tuesday 9th January 2024 1:37 pm
W.C.N.S.F. (Wounded Child, No Surviving Family)
The sun and the moon and the stars
weep for you, dear tiny wee babe;
I see your wounds, little one,
I would tend them, and ease your pain,
but all I can do is to pray;
and to weep for you, little child;
although we’re miles apart,
I’ll hold you close in my heart.
Thursday 4th January 2024 12:40 pm
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