become an ex-member of
'X' or seek 'Blue Sky?
Always Been
The world isn't like it once was...
death and hatred
war and invasion
Zelenskyy and Putin
Israel and Hamas
society is crumbling
the elderly unable to afford to eat
or heat their homes
racial tensions
grooming gangs
small boat migrants
Trump, Musk and Nigel Farage
no money for councils
their pockets are empty
like everyone's are
cities in chaos
post financial crisis
lock-down consequences
Truss-a-nomic fallout
unhappy citizens
the streets are a mess
unswept and unkempt
nobody cares
streets full with vacant shops
the roads full of potholes
an aging demographic
people can't get to see their doctors
obesity
drugs
smoking and vaping
the NHS unable to cope
A&E waiting times
another winter crisis
flu and covid
now it's RSV
not enough nurses
not enough resources
not enough anything
not enough everything
the police; over-stretched
are no-where to be seen
filling in forms
sat behind desks
crime is everywhere
county-lines
kids dealing drugs
teenagers with knives
stabbings on buses
murder on our streets
the world is on fire
global warming
biblical floods
temperatures increasing
famine and fever
...or is this just how it's always been?
The Price Of Fame
I read the notice
they placed on your grave
which insists I take no photos
nor leave any mementos
for - "they will be removed
right away - to be discarded!"
but...
but I know your story
I've listened to your songs
and your songs touched my heart
and their words filled my head
like...
like the price of fame is that I thought that I knew you - but I don't
and when I happened upon this place this place where you now lay
cold in the ground
and I read the notice - cold in their words
these words are but nothing
compared to your words
the words that you sang
which say so much more of you
than this notice ever did.
- George Michael
(untitled)
commotion abounds
the sound of dust swirlling in a shaft of lightits rays smashing onto the floor
splashing
covering the walls
in a cacophony of nothing
crashing around my head
full with the weight of thoughts
tasting of sorrow
yet coloured with pain
the apprehension of the day yet to come
and the feeling of loss
over the day that will never be again
like the flickering flame of a candle soon to die
the silence screams
we will never come this way again
Wellies
Dog? - of course!
Water? - packed!
Lead? - got it!
Poo bags? - yep!
Treats? - my pocket!
Old towl? - in the boot!
Everyone aboard? - as if!
Fuel? - tank's full!
Directions? - know it!
Playlist? - sorted!
Coats? - check!
Hats? - check!
Scarf? - check!
Wellies?
...Wellies??
...Wellies???
...bugger!
Came to pass
Boxing day
coats and wellies
bikes and dogs
all across a foggy common
disperse and take the air
and stretch the legs
which yesterday
were unemployed
as stomachs filled
with turkey crown
and Christmas pud
some exercise
to work it off
then homeward bound
conscience clear
heads held high
to piles more food
from groaning fridges
wine in boxes
to wash it down
grab the remote from comfy chairs
a movie with another glass
another Christmas
came to pass
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