I was murdered, that is why I cannot speak. But why should I Stay silent, while the perpetrators Of a sin, my Terminators, Are deemed themselves to have been wronged By our Justice. I would have longed To receive such intercession. Instead of dying. Their transgression ‘Gainst me, suggests, perhaps their Parents And now the …
Author Archives: George Potter
Is there hope?
During the ‘Troubles’, there were examples of irrational action, despite the tensions. One of these was the villification of children going to Holy Cross School, Belfast. Oh! My Darling! Tell me so, how did you spend your day? “I was at the barricade, and we had our say!” But what, My Darling, was the point, …
A Sense of Space.
Some say that Otford village is a heavenly little place, Its pond and quaint old buildings, and a model of ‘near space’, For in fact, they’ve modelled our solar system there, The planets set on posts, about the Sun, a stainless sphere. All to scale, you’ll find the Earth, like a lentil in its size …
After the Fire
The fire is out, the blackened heath bears witness to the heat Hard ash, instead of soft green turf, beneath the childrens’ feet The pastoral scene will not be saved by rain, or tears of sorrow But Nature’s power, like human love, can build a new tomorrow. Ash-dusted by the fire, the neighbouring fields await …
‘Coming home’
I think you say, in English, ‘I will be coming home’, When you write a letter, or use the telephone, But surely that must also mean, that you were there before, With possessions and your Family, and a key for your front door. So, I cannot use these words; I am a Refugee. For complicated …
Lemmings are dangerous
Lemmings, apparently, will suffer mass destruction, Mindlessly they copy, a careless guide’s instruction, Now we seem to follow the Lemmings poor tuition As we ignore the craziness of our own position. We let our children see the things, that used to make us blush No time to teach a grounding, everything’s a rush Only I-pad …
A Grace with Cricket allusion
Oh Lord, the Umpire of our lives, help us to play our innings with a straight bat, accept Life’s Yorkers, without complaint, and when, at last, our wicket falls, may we have notched-up a worthy score. Amen
Tongue in cheek
By naming the Tower of Babel Wasted speech was given a label But then it was language, Designed to discourage The ambition of builders-too-able. Now comes the Power of Mad Screech Supposedly some kind of speech Where the new predilection To hustle one’s diction Puts understanding, quite beyond reach. Like announcements in DIY stores A …
Aren’t we ‘smashing’.
Wonders of the Universe, galactic combination Require a depth of knowledge, beyond my comprehension Black holes, time warps, expansion, ever faster so it seems All started from a single Bang, is this the stuff of dreams? Steven Hawking wrote the words, I strain to understand And then outside my window, I see the beauty of …
Broken China
(Thoughts after the breakdown of a marriage) The Loving Cup is broken, its contents strewn around, The once lovely wholeness, is split upon the ground The jagged edges, razor sharp, enough to wound anew_ The caring children, who would love, to rejoin the two. Though now the points are far too keen, for the whole …
George's Rhymes for the Times 