We are becoming submerged in a cacophony of news, Each day the avalanche continues, many vibrant views, Often exaggerated to whet our appetite With opinions, unrelated to what is wrong or right. No time for thoughtful discussion, of what really should be done Before another deluge falls, the politics re-spun Heads must roll, to say …
Category Archives: Poems
Political electioneering
We are becoming submerged in a cacophony of news, Each day the avalanche continues, many vibrant views, Often exaggerated to whet our appetite With opinions, unrelated to what is wrong or right. No time for thoughtful discussion, of what really should be done Before another deluge falls, the politics re-spun Heads must roll, to say …
Birthdays
If depressed by your age Remember the sage Who by numeric twist Would thereby insist That at year Twenty-one The age of great fun A mathematical quirk Commences to work Stopping further addition From then to perdition. He said “Double your age, Then add an ‘0’ Divide by your age, C’mon,don’t be slow! Now add …
Ambition
Great Ambition, you Imposter! I do not like your style! Some children think you’re critical, for them to make their pile, Do Teenagers, without you, become just feckless Youth? Without you, is there no success? – I doubt that is the truth. Maybe you are a distant light, but you don’t show the way, You …
Epilogue
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 …
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 …
George's Rhymes for the Times 