Live again

Turn back, live again, he  said to me
Do not  wander in the darkness anymore
One more move might give death victory

We are each connected to that tree
The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor
Come back, live again, he asked of me

While we live, we’ll live with dignity
Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore
One more lie will give  sin victory

The kindness of the golden light was  clear
And left an image in my mind’s deep core
Come back, live your life, he then soothed  me

Do not wonder  now why you are here
We’re here to live and living shall restore
What  our suffering self  has found so dear

I had never seen the light before
Only Christ the tyger with his roar
Come back,  live  through pain, he  asked of me
One right step will give love  victory

Boris is the Menace of the Hour

Boris is the Menace of the Hour
He’s like a nightmare  figure  in the dark
The Menace  to our status and our power

He has charisma, he is never dour
But would you like to meet him in the park?
Boris is the Menace of the Hour

I suspect  he’s after money,   gold  allures
Like   viagra it may make him spark
He’s a Menace  to our  worthiness and power

He’d   have watched Herr Hitler  painting flowers
Saying  killing Jews  was just  a lark
Boris is the Menace of the Hour

I wish I could have hit him with  my flour
I guess I feel frustrated   with the jerk
He’s a Menace  to our  our country and its power

Can’t the poorer people see    how Boris  fucks
Not   just women,  folk in low paid work
Boris is the Menace of the Hour
The Menace  to  this Kingdom  uninsured

 

That Satan’s Den

How did Britain  breed such brilliant men
From Eton, Oxford, now they live still   fools
They  create big recessions with a pen

The new PM is of mixed  origin
He acts the clown, dictates  how  he will rule
How did Britain  breed such  cunning men?

Oh,Franco,Himmler,Hitler  gentlemen
They  soon drew in adherents,mean and cruel
They  created new illusions, who helped them?

We’re going down,   we’re Jews, we   know   that doom
Sure enough  men sell  the poor  tinned gruel
How did Britain  breed  these  family men?

Hear the cheers, it’s Camelot again
Johnsons,  Ben and Boris, aint’  it cool.
Boris   lifts  the Host, adore or ban

He is not  a King,  he lies with Pen
Viagra  should be banned  for such damn fools
How did we ever   breed  impotent men?

In the doorways homeless men may call
In  Christian churches,   boys are groomed and mauled
How did Britain  breed such   evil men
They’re nurtured in the House , that Satan’s Den

 

 

 

 

 

 

Andrew Marvell

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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/andrew-marvell

EXTRACT

Andrew Marvell is surely the single most compelling embodiment of the change that came over English society and letters in the course of the 17th century. In an era that makes a better claim than most upon the familiar term transitional, Marvell wrote a varied array of exquisite lyrics that blend Cavalier grace with Metaphysical wit and complexity. He first turned into a panegyrist for the Lord Protector and his regime and then into an increasingly bitter satirist and polemicist, attacking the royal court and the established church in both prose and verse. It is as if the most delicate and elusive of butterflies somehow metamorphosed into a caterpillar.

To be sure, the judgment of Marvell’s contemporaries and the next few generations would not have been such. The style of the lyrics that have been so prized in the 20th century was already out of fashion by the time of his death, but he was a pioneer in the kind of political verse satire that would be perfected by his younger contemporary John Dryden and in the next generation by Alexander Pope (both writing for the other side)—even as his satirical prose anticipated the achievement of Jonathan Swift in that vein. Marvell’s satires won him a reputation in his own day and preserved his memory beyond the 18th century as a patriotic political writer—a clever and courageous enemy of court corruption and a defender of religious and political liberty and the rights of Parliament. It was only in the 19th century that his lyrical poems began to attract serious attention, and it was not until T.S. Eliot’s classic essay (first published in March 1921), marking the tercentenary of Marvell’s birth, that Marvell attained recognition as one of the major lyric poets of his age.