Thursday, 30 June 2016

#gove #may #borisjohnson #corbyn ...messy politics and we will pay for it.

What a mess

Well I don't want Gove, and I don't want May.
Seems like we're screwed by them either way.
We have a choice between the rebirth of Thatcher
And a bloke who looks rather like a child catcher.
As for Boris, it looks like he's out of the race
Like the coward he is with Brexit on his face.
As for Labour I feel no pride in they way they've behaved
The last hope for socialism soundly betrayed.
We're all doomed! Doomed, I say without any rudder
Untill we install the new duplicitous bugger
An the onward we go off the edge of the cliff
steered there 'cos some toffs keep having a tiff.

Wednesday, 22 June 2016

"Escape" by Joanne Oliver, a poem


Life is packed with where's and whens
The what to dos  they never end
The weeks fill up like never before
Technology regulates you more and more
The minds becomes so full it's vacant
Thought escaped thrown out by fresh assailant...


You long for something outside the maelstrom
Somewhere things don't clog your mind's meditation
You've had it now with stress and politics
No one listening everyone talking
Shouting the odds while we're all sleepwalking
Into destruction but no worries, it's just all the humans
There'll be Earth's revolutions and new evolutions
We'll be gone due to our own final solution.


The world will still  turn if we cry or we don't cry
If you just let things go by and love life you'll be fine
That place to escape may not be out there but within you
Take time to forgive all the mistakes and continue
To hold on to those who lines in your lifesong
"There is only the now" said Tom Robinson in his song
I know that to be true past is gone, future is mythical


Tuesday, 14 June 2016

To Rhyme - a #poem about #rhyming ..yes another one, what of it?

Dunston Staiths ...just because. 
To Rhyme

I like to rhyme.
Is that a crime?
It's not like I do it all the time.
It's just a little habit of mine.

I sneak the rhymes in when I.write
I know that makes me "poetry lite"
Does it make you want to fight?
Because technically it isn't right?

I see you at the back there now
cringing at this useless cow
Rhyming cow with flipping now!
And wonder really why, and how?

But you know what? I just don't care
See lines are getting longer there?
Balls to structure words aren't square
I can stand the poet's glare!

So back to doing what I do
Or not because I don't want to
The joy of words is they are free
Amongst the rigid life of me!