some of all things
some think this, others that: it is the foundation of human individuality, but also of division… and yet no one truly knows who if anyone is right and who wrong… except in some obvious cases đ
the nihilist
something or nothing? post-christmas nihilism. a momentary inspiration that resulted in the following poem: the nihilist Iâm making a nihilistIâm checking me twice(Still trying to find outIf Iâm ânaughty or niceâ) If life is just futileAnd nothing has mattered –Wonât it have been pointlessWhen all brains are scattered? If cities should crumbleAnd the planet implodeAnd […]
some passing thoughts on death
(initially written as a brief response to the suggestion that ‘people aren’t afraid of death but afraid of the uncertainty of what comes after death’:) even ‘Death’ can become a matter of ‘fight or flight’. But if there is fear then I think that it is not so much the fear of what may be […]
homage to sir john betjeman
I had a fondness for Sir John Betjeman back in the 70’s. His influence has since often left an imprint on my own output, dare I suggest? But now It’s intriguing, and not a little disturbing, that his spirit can be so readily invoked to live on… A new poem prompted (by me — which […]
what did nostradamus see?
another short poem for the moment… ‘The Seer-Saw’ Is this what Nostradamus saw? In quatrains foretelling earthly Hell Of fires and strife, of flames and war Such scenes as these it seems could well Have been what filled the seerâs mind And made him wont to write of doom Of burning lands and angry mobs, […]
where the angels now?
in Los Angeles, on this day, the fires are still burning: this brief effort is far too short to be an ‘ode’ — “A classic ode is structured in three major parts: the strophe, the antistrophe, and the epode.” This short poem is only structured in one part ‘the catastrophe’. LA-to-Zero The Alphabet streets are […]
britannia: britons ever shall be slaves
written during the period of UK elections in the wake of ‘brexit’ and the pandemic management debacle — which included the wilful killing of thousands of elderly people, who were drugged to death so that they could be added to the largely fictitious ‘covid’ toll in order to boost the narrative that corrupt politicians and […]
big pharma: fleecing the sheep
just prior to coming across the video production Vaxxed III from Children’s Health Defense (a heartrending film that everyone should watch) I had jotted down a short verse… as follows: Big Pharma âBig Pharmaâ they call themThough they plough not a fieldAnd they care not a jotFor how much crops yieldThey keep not a chickenNor […]
the tart and the vicar 1888 (a biographical poem)
a curious addition to the poems I have composed and somewhat different in that, except for the first few lines (that I woke up thinking of a couple of years ago), I did some quick biographical research after which the rest of the verses seemed to flow naturally… this then is the imagined and fateful […]
smells like groupthink (a vintage poem)
in checking out the dusty, virtual shelves of my old pc this, another poem heretofore not published, that I initially wrote perhaps close to 40 years ago — so well before the current age of ‘small screens’ and handheld devices that have, in some ways, displaced the traditional tool of mass-influence the ‘tv’! yet television […]