Day: June 9, 2017

For sale

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Jam pan for sale.Pure silver lining and lovely copper exterior.Free to first socialist to make an offer.Otherwise, try TKMaxx .I did and I nearly won the  General Election.
Several high-quality women’s suits with rather short skirts.Suitable for short politician or woman who famcies herself..Apply quickly to 10 Downing Street.WC too.
A few new Apple Macs with dents or tooth marks in.Still in working order.Apply to the Daily Heil in writing.On paper.
778 pairs of leopardskin shoes with kitten heels.Some have jam stains.
£25 the lot
20  jars of face cream  for older skin [does not work  on face but good for renovating shoes]
The Sun is setting.All offers  considered

 

 

 

 

32o the lot

My heart is light

The weight of loss that crushed me has been raised
My heart is light ; my eyes glow like blue pearls
By  my dear human friends, I feel  embraced

By my caring friends, I have been praised
My heart is lifted ; I feel love  return
The weight of loss that crushed me has been raised

Now I have refound my own true face
And by  the angels, I’m no longer spurned
By dear human friends, I feel  embraced

The past three years have maimed me in their way
The knife cut out,, the flesh beneath was  burned
The weight of loss that crushed me has been raised

I foresaw, but lived through dangerous days
I paid my debts and bore the burial urn
By dear human friends, I was  embraced

 

And yet I weep for him who has been torn
I feel the wound, the ache, which must be borne
The weight of loss that crushed me has been raised
By beloved human friends, I feel  embraced

 

Since we had the Referendum mad, deranged

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Which of us accept there’s been a change
An upsurge of real interest in  who rules
Since we had the Referendum mad, deranged

This England feels to me unreal and strange
With Food Banks and increased racism in  the News
Which of us accept there’s been a change?

Who will now perform upon the stage
A politician must not be amused
Since we had the Referendum mad, deranged

A hidden coven will  choose and re-arrange
They hope for a society once refused
Which of us accept there’s been a change?

At last the voters woke and were enraged
We were feeling lost,  bemused confused.
Since we had the Referendum mad, deranged

Once there was a parliament of fools
Maybe stupid people stood to lose
Which of us  can see there’s been a change
Since we had the Referendum mad, deranged

 

 

Disguised by  jewels,  the ugly croak their lies

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Discovered by an accident of fate
By those who have the courage and the eyes

He who is a fool cannot be wise
His character displays his flimsy traits
Inside an ugly rock a jewel lies

The powerful will steal and speak in lies
With knives, they will cut down the ones who fail
Fight for those with courage and wise eyes

Since bedroom tax and food banks, who has died?
How many poorer mothers sit and wail?
Disguised by  jewels,  the ugly croak their lies

From the heart of love  the arrows fly
Like refugees, we come to love derailed
Fight with those with courage and wise eyes

Oh, human beings, do not leave it late
Repair the evil ,  no more  desecrate

Inside an ugly rock a jewel lies
But who has got the courage and the eye?

Corbyn’s  very wise to make plum jam

So Corbyn’s not the fool who makes plum jam\
Reviled by all the media  up to now
Yet he’s hurt the Tories with his thoughtful  plans

Raised on protests over Vietnam
He did not  falter, hit by  multi-blows
Corbyn’s not a fool who makes plum jam\

His own party’s Elite were out for him
They sought again, again to make him go
He mocks the Tories with his clever plan.

 

Jack Horner, I recall, got out the entire plum
Will Labour’s  bosses wish for him to go?
Corbyn’s  very wise to make plum jam

As he washes out his  cast iron pan
He chuckles with delight which overflows
He mocked the Tories with astounding plans

Old man May puts out their wheelie bins
Theresa May  resign! Your dread won’t win
Corbyn meditates as he boils jam~
He’s  bonked the Tories with his iron pan

Poetry, protest, politics

 

Allen-Ginsberg-protesting-008https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2010/dec/15/poetry-protest-politics

 

2010

“We can take draw solace from the fact that both our historically strong and newly evolving poetic traditions – performance or page, pastoral or post-industrial – will be there to remind and inspire us, to offer solace or make us think a little more deeply about what has just taken place. As the dust settles on last week’s events it is perhaps time to heed Shelley’s advice from almost two centuries ago; “Stand ye calm and resolute, / Like a forest close and mute, / With folded arms and looks which are / Weapons of unvanquished war.””