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 seer’s 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 […]
Christmas 2024
Just a quick thought, essentially a response to a facebook post trying to logically (but erroneously) argue that ‘God cannot exist’, but the short thesis below is perhaps apposite to the season:Many good wishes to all who stumble on this blog and may 2025 be a blessed year for you all… especially given the various […]
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 ‘Big Pharma’ 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 […]
bitter reflections
the sad reality of aging… from first-hand experience 😉 Bitter Reflections The bathroom window’s muted lightsoothes the mirror’s evidence of the toll of time, anxiety and stress,fooling the eye into taking less offence But such misplaced vanity evaporateswhen sun’s harsh light savages and dispels the narcissistic momentbluntly baring all the actual ravages For, as towel […]
string theory (a poem)
a poem I wrote in 2022, still consider it to be a work in progress but I thought i’d add it to the archive here ‘for the record’: string theory Puppets all, we dance in response to the Master’s mightWho pulls the theoretical strings so tightHis Piper’s tune makes us gyrate and cavortBut His efforts […]