The green city
Tree filled and reaching for the sun
Drinking, absorbing; Living
A canopy full of vibrancy and colour
Noise and chatter
Song and spirit filled
The grey city
Glass and sheet metal reflecting the sun
Not absorbing; Dead
Rooftops full of dishes and aerials
Listening devices to capture noise and chatter
Dull and soulless
Nature's city
And the human city
Side by side, but apart
Twinned, but non-identical
One in harness with the Earth
The other attempting dominion
Thoughts of a Dad who is parent first, second and third whilst everything else comes after...
Tuesday, 22 April 2014
Time To Go
Thank you to Poetry 24 for publishing another of my poems Time to Go
This one also contains a link to hear me read it via Soundcloud.
This one also contains a link to hear me read it via Soundcloud.
Monday, 21 April 2014
Dues
This story was recently in the news. A hedge fund manager avoiding paying the proper train fares for a number of years to a tune of £42,000. When he was caught he quickly paid up in an out of court settlement, because he could afford to, and so avoided any public shame. I have written a poem about it below, but you can also hear me read it via Soundcloud.
He never paid his debt
Until the end
Until forced to accept
The dues he owed.
He did not fret
Over getting caught
Honour a concept
Not conceived
He just received
Without giving in return.
But he was relieved
Absolved of blame
And did not burn
In fires of public disdain
If he were poor
There he would remain.
But the rich forgive their own.
He never paid his debt
Until the end
Until forced to accept
The dues he owed.
He did not fret
Over getting caught
Honour a concept
Not conceived
He just received
Without giving in return.
But he was relieved
Absolved of blame
And did not burn
In fires of public disdain
If he were poor
There he would remain.
But the rich forgive their own.
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
Light Up
Strike a light
Illuminate
And tell the tale to be
Light the match
Burn a fuse
And let the truth be seen
Set the flame
Beacons lit
The swans are taking wing
Illuminate
Light the match
For a nightingale sings
Illuminate
And tell the tale to be
Light the match
Burn a fuse
And let the truth be seen
Set the flame
Beacons lit
The swans are taking wing
Illuminate
Light the match
For a nightingale sings
Tuesday, 1 April 2014
Honest Fool
A jester taking morning air
Tells a joke and cries
As clowns scrape off their makeup
The trick inside them dies.
Where Loki walks in hidden prints
And angels fear to tread
A sleight of hand shines through it all
To keep the hoaxers fed.
When honest lies grab every fool
And fling them far away
Then anyone can be a fool
If only for a day.
Tells a joke and cries
As clowns scrape off their makeup
The trick inside them dies.
Where Loki walks in hidden prints
And angels fear to tread
A sleight of hand shines through it all
To keep the hoaxers fed.
When honest lies grab every fool
And fling them far away
Then anyone can be a fool
If only for a day.
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