Married to All Nature [new sonnet]
Now, once there was a time on this strange earth
when women loved a man for his fine words —
a time when poets’ hearts were viewed as worth
as much as gold. But now they favour herds.
Another Tasteless Kitschmas
EACH YEAR, FOR MANY YEARS, I’ve added more verses to a carol I’m continuously writing, entitled “Another Tasteless Kitschmas”. This year, it has increased by 25% and now has 30 verses. (See below). This is the only Xmas card you’ll get from me! 
Although, on the surface, it looks somewhat tongue-in-cheek… on another level, it is deadly serious. I hope it brings you some seasonal thoughtfulness. Love to you from me. 
Recently I noticed something
happening in the streets:
A guy was on a ladder
using acrobatic feats.
I wondered if this was some kind
of urban culture craze.
But then I saw him hanging up
some Christmas light clichés.
Everything is Upside-Down [new song lyrics]
FROM birth to death we’re taught things wrong
as if they all were right.
So now I’ve made this little song
to shed some needed light.
For everything that’s done to you
is done to make you fit
into a world that’s fake, untrue,
to which you must submit.
Freedom Cannot Shine on Tarnished Gold
FREEDOM doesn’t write itself with airspray on a toilet wall;
for only through deep work and trouble
(living as we do in 3-D rubble) can it come at all.
If left to find its own sweet way, inevitably it will
end up lost, alone and subject to decay
(at unrecoverable cost — a price for which so many foolly pay).
The Trenches of Our Time (war poem for 11/11/21)
“Gas-masks on! Into the trenches, lads, spritely as you can”,
the Sergeant said, as a pungent yellow cloud then spread
across the desolate ruined landscape with indecent haste.
Into those stinking shovelled rancid rat-run holes we ran
and hurled ourselves without a second’s time to waste.
I saw men fall, their gargled gasps and cries. So many died.
I Am With Child (again)
EVERY YEAR, AS THE 11TH DAY OF NOVEMBER APPROACHES, I feel a strange enshrouding pall descend (or is it a‑scend from the pit of hell) upon my mind and soul, and poetry begins to form inside my heart — a kind of tribute to the role of all the Wilfred Owens of this world who barely lived yet left their art in verbal gemstones twinkling in the blood and mud and dirt. This year, that poem (a war poem, as it’s called) has even now begun to weave its spell inside my pen — ‘The Trenches of Our Time’, this time it’s called. I’ll publish it this many days from now (that’s ten), no matter if it’s fully formed — a grim gestation’s bloody foetus skin and bones, though few will grab the rusty old defibrillator hanging on the wall (for out of primal swamps most folks won’t crawl).
Read the rest of this entry »The Blasted Face of Darkness [new sonnet]
Down deep within the cesspit pool of Hell
(by “Hell” I mean the world where demons lurk;
one which we cannot see – it’s parallel),
Beelzebub had on his face a smirk.
Sonnet to Solitudinarianism
Further into obscurity he goes;
far from the madding crowd he never knew.
The mystery of this life’s arpeggios
has cauterized his earthly field of view.
Logic Comes From the Logos
WHAT IS MOST LACKING IN SOCIETY in the 21st century? *LOGIC*. If the majority of people had not been so dumbed-down that they cannot think logically, governments would not have been able to pull off the stunt which they have throughout the past 17 months. Frankly, sharing a world with so many who are unable to apply logic means feeling not only like a complete alien on one’s own planet but also as if one is imprisoned in a medieval lunatic asylum!
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‘WOKE’ IS A JOKE (and it’s a religion)! You know how it goes: You invite a ‘woke’ friend to your house and they spend their whole time checking your lifestyle. First, they chastise you bitterly for using paper kitchen towels (which they spotted in one of the drawers they went through the moment they first arrived). Then, when they use your bathroom, they come out shocked that you use toilet paper which hasn’t been recycled a sufficient number of times and they checked out all the “utterly harmful ingredients” in your toilet cleaner and tell you that you are completely destroying the environment and how irresponsible you are and the planet doesn’t have much time left because of people like you.
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