This yard is an Elysian Field. Where once they sneaked Like rogues into a lion’s den, Now they parade before the sun With no fear of molten wax. Well-worn trails, scented scorn, Marking passages with contempt. Reassurance and arrogance Threaten … Continue reading The Rabbits’ Yard. A poem.
Merry Christmas to all, God bless and stay safe. May you be with family, friends – all those you love and cherish. All the best for today and the new year. Steve 😊 Continue reading Merry Christmas!
I look out on the world And this is what I see Hatred, isolation No lands of the free Racism, extremism division shore to sea Religion not religion Corruption on high Intolerance and power In a man full of lies … Continue reading Believe. A poem.
They stand on distant shores With the distance between (Insurmountable? Never) The ocean, just a puddle Some are unwilling to cross #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Shores. A poem.
White privilege Is like the weight of a thousand jackboots On our necks, on our backs But we stand, we shout, we overcome And by the time that coward leaves his baby bunker And his gestapo have been brought low … Continue reading Privilege. A poem.
Ivory towers Illegitimate power No knee can stop us #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click … Continue reading #BLM. A Haiku.
Merry Christmas everyone! And even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, may you find peace and happiness with those you love and cherish. Bless you all! Steve 😊 Continue reading Merry Christmas One and All
Beat! Beat! Drums! Walt Whitman Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar is studying, Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness … Continue reading Poets Loved: ‘Beat! Beat! Drums!’ by Walt Whitman
My favourite Christmas carol (okay, it’s only part of it, but I still love it!) Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin, mother and child, holy infant, so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly … Continue reading Merry Christmas to all!
The lights shining on the tree, the streets filled with gaiety, presents, goodwill; how it’s meant to be, not always reflecting reality. He was born on Earth, a miracle being. He lived and died, for us, you see. His loving … Continue reading Christmas. A poem.
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