Integrity

January 27, 2017 at 10:42 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

Oh, for goodness’ sake
stop spinning your false gold thread:
Grimm Rumpelstiltskins!

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Vote

May 1, 2013 at 10:33 pm (history, literature, philosophy, poetry, politics, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , , )

Scritch, scritch, scratch,
there I am again
teetering
on the edge of sleep
clutching a ball point
oh Elpis
I left a message for you on a slip
inside Pundora’s box
folded inside disturbed sleep
these desperate disordered times
are too many sheep for me to count
jumping

running

 fumbling in the gloom.

Scritch, scritch, scratch,
quickly, lock me in
and I will vote for you in the morning
my children
none of them have tails
perhaps we will never be well again
docked
writing nonsenses
criss cross
dressing hurriedly
dashing in our hither thither
setting our souls on tenterhooks…

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Badger

September 22, 2012 at 4:15 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

If we cull our words
so death may be executed
with minimum disruption
we are as vulnerable
as our musky friends.
There is no freedom for
those who bury their heads.

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Chess

July 5, 2012 at 2:18 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Political game
Pawns set up to be taken.
Why do we still play?

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