The nuclear bomb ,Iran and Don

I’m  turning off the Evening News
I’m reading Nicholas Freeling now
I’ve heard enough of  people’s views

I put my thoughts into deep freeze
Dresden Green,Emmanuel
I’m  turning of fthe Evening News

Boris says he’s  just a tease
The nuclear bomb ,Iran and Don
I’ve heard enough of  madmen’s views

We can see no-one  is pleased
Where d’ye think  these men come from?
I’m  turning off the Evening News

Maybe Boris had a wheeze
Asthma kills, we all feel numb
I’ve heard enough of  people’s views

When it’s over who has won
The world has altered ,  it’s a bum
I’m  turning of the Evening News
Boris tortures, people lose.

By degrees
He wants Leave
We’re deceived
Who believes?

[M A Oxon]

 

When Boris Johnson had closed a number of fire stations as Mayor of London

TELEMMGLPICT000131886332_trans_NvBQzQNjv4BqC9PogZUtSpqAqO-tnweStQt3tN9Ddv3cHZNIEmYP14gThe Telegraph today

Did the fire service respond quickly enough?

 

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2019/09/16/grenfell-tower-london-fire-brigade-interviewed-caution-police/

 

 

 

“Boris Johnson acts like he’s a clown
He called cuts to fundamental safety  privilege
14 London  fire stations shut down”

Katherine

I’ll just disappear one day

If I go I won’t tell you.

I’ll just disappear one day.

Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,

suddenly has become smaller

and you never noticed it

because you were talking

about the meaning of life

while life was somewhere else

blown away with your smoke

into the sky

and then dispersed

never quite visible again

but still floating on the breeze

hoping to be caught

in a butterfly net

but unable to communicate

except by flying.

If I go it will not be today

but it will be an ordinary day

no one will realise

that it’s that day

that the bird flies

from her nest

to go to a new place

only seeing the deserted nest

he realises,

my bird has flown

I lost all my illusions, and then I lost some more

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Photo by Katherine 2016

 

When I saw you  in that cafe I  knew you would be mine.
You were handsome, smiling,funny..you were specially designed.
You looked like men I’d only dreamed about in all those years before.
I’m so broke up,so broke up;we’re not lovers  anymore.

I saw you on the station as I came from out the train.
You wore an old green parka to protect you from the rain.
I wanted to be one with you,to make a Love entire;
What you did was give me pain I  should not have endured

You walked away so quickly,I could not see you long.
I wish I had a big guitar to draw you back with song.
I looked at where you disappeared;what love has loss revealed?
I wish I could just lay down on this floor and keep my face concealed.

Railway stations sadden me, for I know we’ll never meet .
I won’t cry more ,the tears are running to my feet.
I walk fast looking straight ahead past that entrance gate,
I pretend that you have missed your train,that work was running late.

I count from one and  two to a thousand and many more–
But I know for sure it’s far too late; you have closed that heavy door.
You are hiding in a dungeon
You are covered with white steel
But I know you had a heart and you must surely feel.

I lost all my illusions, and then I lost some more.
I wish I could lay down and die, right here on this floor

Europe is corrupt

Beyond  the image, man dwells now abject
We treated fellow creatures worse than worms
We do not talk of genocide, such tact.

What we can’t yet know, in us reacts
Europe is in trauma,I’m informed
Beyond imagination dwell  those acts

God   is  outside language,  he’s no fact
We can’t digest  the meaningless unformed
We do not dwell on genocide, such tact.

 

The  gypsies innocent were cruelly wracked
The men  who loved another man were burned
Beyond  the image, man dwells now abject

 

The s ghosts of Auschwitz  weep as Europe  coughs.
The past’s an old compartment in the train
We do not feel that genocide, what  lack

 

Oh, to wind the film back till we learn
Killing, torture, gassing,  we must mourn
Beyond  the image man dwells now abject
Enlightenment , ambivalent ,  has cracked

A play too far

The loss  had struck me down like a wild car
It jumped  the reservation by a fluke
Then landed  where the lost  were passing by

We crawl away, we’re bleeding ,we want air
The sense of what has passed is in some book
Loss  will strike us down like a wild car.

My heart ached like an abscess  on a scar
My eyes were wide but still I  could still not look
As the lame  were passing  with their sighs

I seemed  to drop onto a stage bizarre
A drama  being enacting as I shook
The loss  had tossed me up, an iron bar

I  must play my part, that’s how things are.
The waves of  loss whirl round like skipping ropes
The sad were passing  with their   shuttered eyes

Getting washed and dressed, I felt remote
Yet  love still spurred me on  to hope for hope
The loss  had struck me down like a wild car
Accelerating  till it   threw me f out past “far”