Poetry – John Phillips – 306

 

306

 

Into the darkling, drizzling dawn;

Into the early-morning grey.

Strong arms to counteract the weakling legs,

He s soiled himself,

But no-one notices and no-one cares.

 

Duty is King and Country;

Duty is all.

Blind to compassion, blind to emotion and fear.

Blinded to reason and doubt,

To conscience and remorse.

 

Into the empty morning.

Empty the faces that surround him;

Empty the words to define, to justify, to absolve.

Only the casket, the post, the pock-marked wall.

Only the blindfold and the final cigarette.

 

 

Poetry – Green

Green

 

Cathedrals of light

Whose membranes

Play with photons,

Splitting water,

Releasing oxygen,

To give life.

 

Zillions of temples,

Worshipping the sun,

Whose excited electrons

Stream down gradients

Donating their energy

Freely.

 

Opher – 15.2020

The Ballad of Dominic Cummings

Thank you Shirley Gibson (Check out her blog)

The Ballad of Dominic Cummings

The Ballad of Dominic Cummings
There once was a couple called Domie and Boris
Who hosted a party in their garden of roses
All their pals and the media had gathered there
For Domie Cummings, his soul to bare

We had a pandemic in the World you see
The people were told they were no longer free
To go outside and socialise
Nor visit their loved ones as they died

But that rule was not for everyone
And Cummings broke it with impunity
He got a story drafted for us
Knowing that Boris would provide immunity

After all Boris had nothing else on his plate
Just the pandemic and that could wait
So he and his cronies supported their buddy
As the truth, his tale, was intended to muddy

Fairy Tale of Barnard Castle
[Based loosely] on the tune of “Fairy Tale of New York”, The Pogues]

“ My eyes were fuzzy and I could not see so good
So we all got in my car. I’m really quite a dude
And then we had a trip to Barnard Castle town
But going back again, we had to stop”

Then the river was calling so we took a little walk
Alongside it’s rippling flow we passed the time
But then we had to leave to drive back home again
Then came the miracle, my sight was fine

Now that bit is the truth there will be no regrets
And I’ve always got Boris to watch my back
Though I spread the beastie
through our green and pleasant land
I am pretty sure that I’ll not get the sack

Chorus
We’ve got cars big as bars
We’ve got bank accounts to match
So we really don’t care much
For daft rules on our patch
Just let all the low paid keep this country fit
While we open the champagne and dream of Brexit

He’s a bum
He’s a twit
He’s gotta be on smack
If he thinks we believe him
He’s buttoned up the back

As the boys of the right wing syndicate
were singing Jerusalem
The bells were ringing out for Dominie

Shirley Costello Gibson 02.06.2020 copyright

Poetry – No Fate

No Fate

 

There is no fate,

No destiny,

Nothing preordained

And no-one in control.

We make it up as we go along.

 

Nothing is ever lost.

All we have,

All we have been,

All we ever were,

Is contained with a single moment;

A moment

That lasts forever.

 

Opher 15.9.2020

Poetry – The Great Ape

The Great Ape

 

I am the great ape

Who grew an imagination.

I imagined god

And I imagined a nation.

I imagined money

Music and fashion.

I am the great ape

Who grew an imagination.

 

Opher – 13.9.2020

Poetry – You Set Me Free

You Set Me Free

 

You opened up the rainforest

And set me free.

You sent in the loggers

And released me.

Your hunters and merchants

Took me to distant lands

Your wet markets and butchers

Have blood on their hands.

Now I’m in your blood

Breeding rapidly.

I bet you are glad

You set me free.

 

Opher – 13.9.2020

Poetry – People are Good

People are Good

 

People are good.

Though that’s not the impression we receive.

We are told

That they cheat

They lie and deceive.

But people are good.

 

People are good.

They always help out.

When the times are rough

It’s the people who are tough.

 

People are good.

It’s our leaders who reek.

Power corrupts

From the strong to the meek.

 

People are good.

They’ll always give you a hand.

Except when they are riled up

By leaders of the land.

 

Using fear and hatred

They incite to hysterical pitch.

Then sit back and smirk

While we die in the ditch.

 

But people are good.

They’re not filled with sin..

We know we’re not different

Whatever our skin.

People are good.

 

Opher – 14.9.2020

Poetry – The Future

The Future

 

This is the future of Earth –

A sterile

Ball in space.

 

This is the reality of what we do

Polluting

The Earth’s face.

 

This is the greed that drives us

Forward

Ever-increasing the pace.

 

These are the creatures we are

Murdering

And it’s a disgrace.

 

Opher – 13.9.2020

Poetry – Precious

Precious

 

Every tree

Precious

Every stream and hedge.

 

We’ve put

Every plant and animal

Living on the edge.

 

For those of us who care

We look towards our leaders

To provide the direction.

 

It’s always up to us

We need to place the right ones

In every election.

 

Every bug

Precious

Every fish and shrub.

 

Every single organism

Is a member of our club.

 

Every tree

Precious

Every stream and hedge.

 

Yet we’ve put

Every plant and animal

Living on the edge.

 

Opher – 13.9.2020

Poetry – The First Time

The First Time

 

This is always the first time for anything.

It is unique.

It is all the first time.

There is no precedence.

 

Each moment is the only time it has ever

Occurred.

Something quite divine.

You do not need evidence.

 

We exist in this infinite system.

Nothing repeats

In this endless rhyme

To be viewed with reverence.

 

Opher – 12.9.2020