First they came for the Libraries

First they came for the Libraries
And I did not speak out
Because I did not read

Then they came for the Internet
And I did not speak out
Because I had nothing to hide

Then they came for The Human Rights Act
And I did not speak out
Because I was Privileged

Then they came for Democracy
And I could not speak out
Because it was too late

With apologies to Martin Niemoller (1892-1984)

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The Future of the Country

Lament for a Nation

“The future of the country”
Under the holy name Austerity
Privatisation on course
Draining wealth of the nation
The gulf ever widening

“Strong and stable government”
Camouflaged corruption
Dissent silenced
Paranoia and isolation
Privilege and power rule

“National interest”
Stripping away liberties
Surveillance prevails
Freedom fading to shadow
Hatred thinly veiled as hope

“Strength in my hand”
Words losing meaning
A mantra of nonsense echos
Demagogues step into the light
“The future of the country”

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Tanka for World Poetry Day 2016

A Poets Tanka

Preserving moments
Observations caught in time
Echoes in silence
Thoughts reflecting melody
Searching for flawless rhythm

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A Poems Tanka

Perceptions narrowed
Overseers of lost dreams
Emotions set free
Momentary reflections
Silence fills the emptiness

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Rhythmic Daydreams

An affair of sea and air
Tidal ebb and flow
Caressing, enveloping
Always waiting patiently

Twinkling in starlight
Emblazoned in sunlight
Waves gently touch shore
Receding with a sigh

Driftwood deposited
Gifts washed ashore
A heartfelt thank you
For when you are there

An affair of sea and air
On an empty beach
Rhythmic daydreams
Awaiting your return

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Rhythmic Daydreams

 

Free to Wander

A number of weeks ago Jane Dougherty and I did what I like to call “dueling poetry” on Twitter. Where one person starts with a micro-poem or Haiku and another (or more) write follow up pieces. Loosely linked micro-poems (or Haiku) that can develop in ways one never imagined – each feeding off the words of the other. I have take a few bits of what I wrote, developed and with some rearranging and re-writing have come up with the following short dark poem. Do also take a look at Jane’s WordPress Blog for poetry and books.

Distorted Dreams

Despair walks alone in pouring rain
Guided by distorted dreams and pain
Searching evermore in shadows
Thirsting for the blood of those lost

Spirits free to wander in twilight
Bodies shed in a forgotten blight
Husks ploughed deep into furrows
Cast aside to feed the dark abyss

At Death’s door souls mingle
Forsakened messengers linger
Harpies sing a mournful lament
While banshees remain silent

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The etching below is “Harpies in the infernal wood,” from Inferno XIII, by Gustave Doré, 1861.

Harpies in the infernal wood, from Inferno XIII, by Gustave Doré, 1861

Halloween Musings

A Twitter friend asked that I write a happy poem for today, Halloween. Well here is my attempt at a happy poem inspired by a photo of Paulette Goddard dressed as a cat for Halloween…

Ever since a teen
Never been keen
About Halloween

Then I met Paulette
A ravishing brunette
Now I love it, you bet

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The Hurting Side of Night

Sins Unatoned

Wrapping arms round you tightly
Through the hurting side of night
Huddling beneath the Northern Lights
Fears whispering in midnight breezes

No questions, no accusations
Darkness closing in on worlds
Waiting for the break of dawn
Shivering in sins unatoned

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Sins Unatoned