What kind of world
Will you inhabit
Once we are gone?
Will it be one
Of your own choosing?
New landscapes built
To youthful specifications,
A virtual world, or
Precarious solidity shaped
From the concentration
Children’s toys – perhaps even
Of my infancy?
Will our groaning,
Of piecemeal policies,
Poor housing, health,
And knee-jerk reactions
To old threats,
Leave you with
Too little freedom
And too much responsibility?
However our teachings
Soak into your bones
It will be your turn
To roll the dice
And seek advancement
I hope we leave you
And with sufficient
Tools to survive
And what is yet
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Jan · 03
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And I’m feeling nothing is fine
Since slipping down stairs on the slime of your tears
As we stumble toward one more crime
With our pulses and tempers increasing
‘Til the drumbeats are all we can hear
With the pounding of chests just a signal at best
For there’s plenty out there now to fear
Do we dare raise an eyebrow to challenge?
Would majority views still prevail?
Those whose protesting shocks in the ballot boom box
Were a message: Society? Fail!
Is there hope for our woeful tomorrows?
Can we ever recover the cost?
Now we’re set on a course to an ending of force
May we mourn what it is that we’ve lost?
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Nov · 09
We care more for ancient ruins
And destruction wrought on tombs
By whatever means they may
Than for lives that end today
While the blood and flesh and bone
Leaving everything they own
To escape the latest purge
Travel desert, sea and gorge
Those who voyage only land
On their uppers, close at hand
To the help they sorely need
Yet the politicians plead
Not to have to break their word
To the xenophobic horde
Those whose votes they barely won
From the hardened right, anon
Thus with bottle-necks and fence
We corral and harry hence
Workers that we sure could use
Grateful, welcome, unabused
Skilled and keen to integrate
To prop up our ageing State
In permissive company
Knowing just who let them be
As the fight takes to the skies
And the waves fill up with lies
We would throw away resource
Inconvenient and coarse
With no tally of the cost
Nor of what support is lost
Though our leaders might feel tall
While our borders stand, we fall
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Oct · 05
Never try to date musicians
Actors, players or politicians
All who make fame their lifelong mission
Feel compelled to keep ambition
Uppermost in their mind’s eye.
Resisting those whose hopes may lie
In other kinds of pie-filled sky,
Aspire to happiness: decry
The complex marketing campaigns
To fill your dreams with endless strains
Of violins, and chilled champagne
(Someone is selling something vain)
You’re not obliged to join, partake
In putting out, appearing, fake
So falsely cheerful, on the make
We don’t all want the same big break
And there are many paths to tread
That do less harm and keep you fed
You could just read a book instead
To fill your soul, first fill your head
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Jul · 24
I polished the drilling
Of Ms Oriana Fox today
Who’s disgruntled, but willing
Teaching folks in her own way
She’s quite sane and more sorted
Now plus one and a bit
Feeling slightly less thwarted
By the usual shit
She’s booked: gig’s on next Saturday
Way oop North of Watford
Dance-protesting the cuts that say
All artists will get shafted
And by doing a take-off of
With some showtunes and JayZ
In a wig as a Tiller
Girl is dancing in her vest
To raise awareness fast
That if these cuts are not arrested
Arts have breathed their last
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Nov · 16
For once, I don’t know what to write
I’ve spent so long on call today
Informing others’ diktat soundbyte;
All my thoughts have flown away
Abandoning ‘mid dullest prose
And figures fed statistic’ly
Capacity of rows and rows
Of unexamined history
I’m homeward-bound and wish the best
To all whose numbers came to list
May you stand out among the rest
And never know this mill needs grist
I’d lend you wisdom of my years
If I were still bent on belief
But knowing such pearls find no ears
Would offer senses such relief
As may be had from silent smile
Of stranger truth than may be said
For soon enough you’ll have your milestone
Broke by others’ heavy tread
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Sep · 10
I am untouched by death, it seems
My brow so cool, and arid eye No flicker at the suicide scenes Of friend that waited, soon to die
And hastened with impatient crime
To strike a blow and choose his time.
Not I, the sobbing, shrieking wreck
That tears their clothes and hair to match The inner maelstrom kept in check You’d scarcely hear my voice – the catch
Unnoticed by my colleague’s grin
Unless I choose to let them in.
At reading of another act
Of violence in public space It is not terror strikes my heart I cannot lie to save my face
Though all around are tearing fast
I’m calm and cool – it brushes past.
On hearing tales of chemicals
That kill en-masse, so far away Of sniping shooters winging girls Who want to go to school today
The sum of Arab Springs and Falls
Cannot unbuild emotive walls.
I’ve known it worse, or so we say
Explosions and effects galore I saw a film, but yesterday I can’t be feeling any more
Of Realism, High-def blow
Paid for my ticket, saw the show.
Though broadcast pictures fill the News
I’ve seen too many other views In my short life to be amused By one more shot of life, abused
While Western minds are overfed
On what we’re sold, and so, misled.
What heartstrings I have left to tug
Beside ideas I fondly kept Lie buried underneath the rug Old fashioned views, soft-celled, inept
Far too naive to hold so late
Beyond their expiration date.
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Aug · 21
Some always slip through the net, it’s true
We try to dissuade them, with warning glances
Terrible teachings and shoulder chips too
Yet they look for their plaice in the world, take chances
And fall for the hook, a line not intended
To catch such minnows, keen though they wriggle
But tempt floury flounder, a proper five pounder
With pedigree fin-flop and scales well-landed
A gentleman filleted almost from spawning
Too easy, compliant and well-bred for yawning
When skinny fish sizzle, the dull never grizzle
For schooled in his duty, the fat fish stays snooty
And floats on the current, just goes with the flow
Content not to question the things he should know
The minnow is left to the rock-pool and stream
Abandoned, unwanted, to struggle and dream
What if things were diff’rent
If I hadn’t made that choice
Realised one potential me
But never found my voice?
Who might have been noticed
If I’d stuck to dance instead
Stayed thin and fairly limber
Training arms and feet, not head?
Would my first rebellion
Have led me to a Vet?
A change of scene, a childish dream
Escape without regret?
Or would life have been over
Twenty-six, a dying swan:
Now teach a bunch of children
To repeat mistakes, anon?
If no Vet, then no sample –
Talking point at interview
One misleading good example
Of something I’d never do?
Would I then have been granted
Any funding from the State?
Told to take the place they offered
And discover, just too late
That this was not what I wanted
As I struggled to fit in
Surrounded by the privilege
Of ignorant offspring?
My experience of teaching
At the tender age of six
Underlining hollow preaching
From a very diff’rent mix?
Would a lack of education
Have encouraged common sense?
Or constraint of situation
Left me sitting on the fence?
Would my schooling have consisted
Of bad habits and the barre
As I fought to hide intelligence
And keep my weight sub-par?
Could I ever have attempted
The exams I sailed through
Would I ever have been tempted
To seek out such pastures new?
Might my travels have been over
Long before I lived abroad
Would I ever have considered
A bouquet my just reward?
Would it matter, my opinion
Would the world have learnt to care
For the views of ballerinas
Who were talkative as air?
If I’d lived my life less boldly
Would I really have been me
Or would taffeta and greasepaint
Have been all there was to see?
To those without an education, those who yet remain our hope for a future we daily pray will never come, please know we are truly sorry – sorry that your future will be our present and that you, in your untrained ignorance, may not know enough to help us when it comes our turn, or that you, remembering past slights, may snub our pleas for aid in our dotage.
To those without a job, those who yet remain our hope for the future of the welfare state, please know that we are truly sorry – sorry that we shall never enjoy the fruits of your labours and that you will never know the peace of retirement, of rest after a good day’s work.
To those without their health, those who would be well, but for the want of a penny to pay the person to sweep the floor of the operating theatre, a penny that was pinched for a politician’s pocket-lining, please know that we are truly sorry – sorry that you will not live to see tomorrow and pay the new taxes that it brings to fund the paper improvements we will make to a service no one may use for it’s rightful purpose, but those who pay for the privilege of avoiding the laws and lists of the land.
To those without a pension, those who fought for their future, our present, who elected us and believed in our pompous, empty promises, please know we are truly sorry – sorry that those days will never come again, that more of you did not lay down your lives in glorious sacrifice for us to cry crocodile tears of hypocrisy and lay cheap paper flowers upon a slab of rock to honour the memory of the young, the foolish.
To all those society forgot, please know we are truly sorry. Now please go about your business and stop bothering us. After all, you have no one to blame, but yourselves.