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ROBE OF TIME

Time is
The robe we wear,
The protection we need
To stare into eternity,
It numbs
Senses,
But the robe is dispensable,
Time worn and useless when
Eternity
Calls us

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There Was A Young Man Called Jo

There was a young man called Jo
Who stood upon my toe.
When I cried in pain
He did it again,
So I shot him with my bow!

There was a young man called Jo
Who stood upon my toe.
When I cried in pain
He did it again,
So I told him where to go!

Legacy

Some things
Have wings
Of light,
While others fly at night
Their poison carrying down the years,
Provoking bitter tears.

One such has gone
But his legacy lives on
In those who can not wait
To employ their knuckles tattooed with “Hate”.

An intelligent man
Frequently can
Do more harm
Than a stupid one,
For he is possessed of charm
And learning to.
True he has gone
But the bitterness lives on.

The word “fascist” is ugly to me
And I can not agree
With those who would label him so,
Yet I know
T...

Rivers Of Blood

I have just finished listening to a dramatization of Enoch Powell’s “Rivers of Blood” speech on BBC Radio 4, http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09z08w3. The speech (which is voiced by an actor as no complete recording of it exists, is interspersed by the reactions of contemporary listeners. The Conservative journalist/commentator and biographer of Powell, Simon Heffer defended Powell against accusations of “racism”, while the former Conservative MP, Matthew Paris condemned Powell unequivocally....

My Grandfather

Creosote
On a hot
Day.
I lack the words to say
How the smell
(I know so well)
Carried me away
To where I can not stay,
For he has gone into the forest green
(Which I have seen
Though I can not follow him yet).

I can not forget
Those happy days (now tinged with regret)
For a fence does divide.
Yet he lives inside
My heart
And is forever a part
Of me.

The land I see
Beyond the fence is lush
With tree and bush.
I can not rush
And no not when
I shall see him again.
But see I must
For I am dust
...

Enoch Powell Poet

In 1968, the late John Enoch Powell, a member of Edward Heath’s Conservative Shadow Cabinet, delivered what has gone down in history as “The Rivers of Blood” speech. In it Powell argued that non-white immigration into the United Kingdom should be halted and that those immigrants already present should be encouraged to return to their countries of origin. The speech was condemned by Heath and led to Powell being dismissed from the Shadow Cabinet.

The decision of BBC Radio 4 to broadcast the sp...

There Was A Young Lady Called Fay

There was a young lady called Fay
Who to her fantasies gave way.
She loved chocolate mousse
And had morals quite loose,
So I married her in May …

There was a young lady called Fay
Who to her fantasies gave way.
She loved chocolate mousse
And had morals quite loose
Which turned my hair to grey …

Glimmer

Dare I?
No
For if I go
Too far …
But oh temptations are … …

Such sweet delights.
Sultry nights
Replete
With perfume
That does pervade my room.

Should I
complete?
Act on my desire?
Know glimmer of answering fire
Therefore
I must adore
From afar,
But underneath that bra …

(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/glimmer/).

The Gulf Stream

Scientists have stated that further weakening of the Gulf Stream should be avoided at all costs. The weakening of the Gulf Stream could lead to more extreme weather events, including freezing winters (in the UK) and more (and powerful) storms. To read more please visit, https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/apr/13/avoid-at-all-costs-gulf-streams-record-weakening-prompts-warnings-global-warming.

The above article reminds me of my poem “Melting Ice”:

“Under the once-solid ice sheet
We me...

The Angel Of Death

He will disrupt
Though
You will not know
And worms corrupt
below.

(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/disrupt/).