Roy Harper – In A Beautiful Rambling Mess

Another one from Roy’s second album. A whimsical look at the fires of a setting sun. A vehicle for reflection.

Poetry – Militia  

Militia

 

Guys in masks,

With rifles,

On the streets

Subverting democracy.

Called to the polling stations

To intimidate you and me.

Called by their President

To subvert

The process of election.

Spreading fake news

About fraudulent voting

Without foundation.

Can this be happening

In the 21st Century?

That a President

Unleashes militia

In complete anarchy?

 

Opher – 30.9.2020

Poetry – The Biosphere.

The Biosphere.

 

Protecting the biosphere

Must be the key priority.

Living on this planet

With sustainability.

 

More hedges, more ponds,

More streams, more trees.

More swifts and swallows,

More hedgehogs please.

 

The time bomb of climate change

Is kicking us.

It’s time for us to change

And board

The environment bus.

 

Protecting the biosphere

Must be the key priority.

Living on this planet

With sustainability.

 

Opher – 30.9.2020

Poetry – John Phillips – Poppies

Another poem from John Phillip’s poetry book Shorts and Shots.

Poppies

 

Flower of remembrance;

Emblem of unending war and endless broken lives.

Echoes of hatred, of ambition,

Powering the pumps and pipelines

Deep beneath the land.

 

This war for Hearts and Minds

A quest for power and profit,

Fueling the Drone and roadside bomb;

The Semtex-sacrifice and landmines for the children

Sprinkling the fields with Poppy red.

 

But if the word was Revolution

Who could deny a people risen in unity?

Or quiet the angry voices raised as one?

Always the flowering of ambition,

Mirroring the Poppy with strange, narcotic power.

 

 

Poetry – Don’t Tell Me

Don’t Tell Me

 

Don’t tell me your mixed messages.

Don’t give me your moonshot.

Don’t give me your oven-ready.

Don’t tell me you’re world-beating.

Don’t tell me about your track and trace.

Don’t tell me about your wonder App.

Don’t tell me it will be the easiest deal.

Don’t tell me about your £350 million.

Don’t tell me about Barnard Castle.

 

I’m sick of all your lies.

 

Opher – 29.9.2020

Poetry – Who is it?

Who is it?

 

Who doesn’t pay his taxes?

Who’s telling porky pies?

Who’s claiming hoaxes?

As the population dies?

Who is arrogantly pouting?

Who ignores abuse?

Who shouts fake news

Every time he’s accused?

Who is using dirty tricks

To inflame and divide?

Who uses derogatory language

That many can’t abide?

Who operates in chaos

While feeding his base

Who brought his country shame

And is a complete disgrace?

 

I think I know the answer

It hits you with a thump!

 

Opher – 28.9.2020

Poetry – What is it that Russia wants?

What is it that Russia wants?

 

To divide and conquer

That is the simple plan.

Pumping out the cyber.

Doing all they can.

 

They want the USA divided

And Europe split apart.

Populist leaders

Who haven’t any heart.

 

They don’t need

To go to war.

Targetting views

Into the homes of the poor.

 

Spreading rumours

And conspiracy.

In some modern-day

Piracy.

 

A wedge between allies

Suspicion into minds.

Deep State is after you,

Break the ties that bind.

 

To divide and conquer

That is the simple plan.

Pumping out the cyber.

Doing all they can.

 

 

29.9.2020

Poetry – Taxes

I was inspired to write this by the ‘revelation’ that Trump pays no taxes. It’s something we’ve always known. It is why he doesn’t release his tax returns. He’s a scammer, a fraud and a cheat.

If billionaires like Trump get away with paying little the burden falls on everyone else. He can afford it; many can’t. Why should we all have to pay taxes while the rich use loopholes to avoid it?

They are the same robber barons who stole the land and made themselves rich at our expense!

Taxes

 

They pay no taxes – so we pay more

But they use our roads

They drink the water

Breathe the air.

 

They earn millions – but look for loopholes,

Pay their accountants,

Invest their loot.

Is this fair?

 

They pay no taxes on the money they earn

From exploiting us

With inflated prices

Everywhere.

 

They pay no taxes but we must pay.

They squirrel it away

Overseas

Without a care.

 

The same robber barons from long ago

Who stole the land,

Made us slaves

And took our share.

 

Opher – 28.9.2020

Poetry – John Phillips – Silence

Another poem from Shorts and Shots

Silence

 

Stone on stone on stone, the city canyons,

Towering ramparts, stark against the sky,

Once living, vibrant, fat with city sound.

No sound to break the silence of shadows.

 

Believe! We shall prevail! The Leaders cry.

The flag, the drums, the sound of marching feet

And crowds, then cheering, now forever still.

Nothing disturbs the silence of the ghosts.

 

Silent, the end, no sirens mournful wail

To mark the passing. But  blinding, choking;

Beckoning forth, rats to graze the streets,

Leaving behind the silence of the bones.

 

No birdsong brightens empty, city streets;

No sense of summer sun or winter chill.

No eyes, no ears, no thoughts, no memories.

Only the endless silence of the stone.

Poetry – Catalyst for Division

Catalyst for Division

 

There’s a catalyst for division

And he’s coming after us.

He’s spreading hate and racism

To throw us off the bus.

He’s gathering his army

They’re taking to the street.

Toting their assault rifles

Jackbooting their feet.

 

He’s a catalyst for hatred

Enjoying when people cower,

Wallowing in his wealth,

Loving all the power.

He’s spreading all his fake news –

A propaganda machine.

Spreading lies and put-downs,

Talking sly and mean.

 

He’s a catalyst for confusion,

Making people fear.

Spreading doubt like manure

So that nothing is quite clear.

He’s empowering the racists

And stirring the pot.

He wants to get elected

Giving it all he’s got.

 

He’s a catalyst for violence,

Orchestrating his thugs.

Treating the people

Like a bunch of mugs.

He’s building walls in minds

As well as on the ground.

Where-ever he goes

The lies they do abound.

 

We know what he’s about!

Time to boot him out!

 

Opher – 26.9.2020