Day: October 17, 2023

Political fires

It seemed the fires of Grenfell Tower had spread
A hear oppressive like the fires of hell
London smothered in air dull and dead.

Flames that slobbered with a passion red
Water that the sun burned up too well
It seemed the fire of Grenfell Tower had spread

God permitted Satan with his dread
Britain quarrelled, split , prepared to kill.
London smothered in air dull and dead.

A referendum showed us all ill-bred.
Neighbours spoke in words that I call vile.
It seemed the fire of Grenfell Tower had spread

By what person is our nation led
who fills our stomach with acidic bile?
The PM spoke in words both dull and dead.

Tempers raged like fires all fresh and wild
Evil was to emptiness beguiled
It seemed the fire of Grenfell Tower had spread
People smothered in the fire lie dead

Written on my phone

The Norfolk post

Everything that I have written for the last two years has been written on my phone including another blog which I have on blogger. That is not about poetry or literature

I would not have believed it possible to do this on a phone and it’s just a Motorola cheapy.

I have learned a lot from that but I’m hoping to be able to use a computer again soon. I would have been very surprised it was possible to do it.

And thank you so much to my regular readers whose efforts have kept me going and catch me writing through this time.

So in my house technology has been a wonderful help

The air of London dull and dead

It seemed the fires of Grenfell Tower had spread
A hear oppressive like the fires of hell
London smothered in air dull and dead.

Flames that slobbered with a passion red
Water that the sun burned up too well
It seemed the fire of Grenfell Tower had spread

God permitted Satan with his dread
Britain quarrelled, split , prepared to kill.
London smothered in air dull and dead.

A referendum showed us all ill-bred.
Neighbours spoke in words that I call vile.
It seemed the fire of Grenfell Tower had spread

By what person is our nation led
who fills our stomach with acidic bile?
The PM spoke in words both dull and dead.

Tempers raged like fires all fresh and wild
Evil was to emptiness beguiled
It seemed the fire of Grenfell Tower had spread
People smothered in the fire lie dead

Neon light on snow

The vivid scream of neon lights on snow
Harassed my senses made me feel I’m blind
Vulgar is the street in giant’s glare

Who invented neon and what for
Could this colour not have been disguised;
The orange scream of neon lights on snow?

As for coming winter I prepare
The sunlight slants and gets into my eyes
Vulgar is my street ,oh do not glare

Is this light a key to metaphor
Seeking out the haunts of Putin’s spies?
The orange screams of neon lights hurt more

Reading John le Carre, I defer.
I am naive with both truth and lies
Vulgar is my street ,oh do not glare

The mystery of nature and its blight
When humans add to this with senseless fights
The orange screaming of the lights on snow
Smack my eyes and ears as North winds blow