Good grief girl What are you doing What are you saying What did you expect Your wiles are unkempt and all showing This is not what’s required of your sex You are lacking in decorum You are devoid of grace There is a distinct air of derision Writ, quite blatant all over your face There … Continue reading Good grief girl
Et tu, Britain.
Et tu, Britain. Friends, Europeans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Britain, not to praise it. 31st January 2020 is Brexit Day. The spectre of Brexit has loomed over our lives for more than three years now and yet suddenly, heartbreakingly, Brexit is happening. I am British born but European at heart. Like … Continue reading Et tu, Britain.
Believing it’s what we need Rather than what we want Tricked into thought With an unnecessary response. Whilst the world burns down The seas continue to rise Ignorant people follow suit Living out their foolish lies. Deadlines must be met But for who? Or why? Generations of rushed people Never a break Too busy … Continue reading Today.
Can’t sit Mind walks. Can’t walk Mind flies. Can’t fly Mind sits, Sinks and cries. - H. O'Neill - Jack Hare (photograph)
Tribute To My Smallest Tooth
You've worked so hard for so long Pressing every particle down inside The body has a testament to your determination A fleshy statement of willpower To choose any other way is weakness You are surrounded by weak people . But as you get older You realise that perhaps real weakness is Forcing yourself to live … Continue reading Tribute To My Smallest Tooth