Green Dreams – in Verse!
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Hounslow Green Party is bursting with talented poets!!

Here is a brief selection of poetry (and doggerel) that has delighted me this week. Please attempt not to be offended. Blame the original writers whose works have influenced our Poet Laureates

On reading Betjeman’s ‘Views of the Town Clerk’  by JOHN BAKER

Let’s turn our thoughts to Brentford first

Of tedious towns among the worst

The clearing work is nearly done

Historic buildings have all gone….

We should have trees, the Greens will cry

So plant with Ash! it soon will die…

Help Putin fund his squalid war

Approve gas guzzling  Ballymore…..

A statue is needed in the square

Steven Curran surely should be there….

Entice the stinking cads from Slough

Brentford suits them better now…

The Grime of the Ancient Mariner by TONY FIRKINS

Edited in Prisma app with Leya

Water, water, every where,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,

Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!

That ever this should be!

Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs

Upon the slimy water quality.

About, about, in reel and rout

The death-fires danced at night;

The water, like a witch’s oils,

Burnt green, and blue and white.

And some in dreams assurèd were

Of the Spirit that plagued us so;

The River Brent followed us

From the land of mist and snow.

….and here’s one from me!

SUV by Jon Elkon

Edited in Prisma app with Leya

What a joy is is to see

A silly prick in an SUV!

With a flick of mastery 

He’s looking down at you and me

Such pretentious rickery!

What a joy it is to see

A dummy mummy in an SUV

Soooo much room for baby Gee

Looking down at you and me

It’s a world-defying mystery!

Oh men and women who greenly strive

To keep our precious specie alive

While dummy mummies and pricks agree 

That looking down from their SUV

And lording it so definitively

Makes them better than you and me!

Do YOU have a Green Poem you’d like to share? Send it by email or as a comment here!

Comments

  • To My Dad

    The Earth is doomed and we are too
    And so I say it’s thanks to you
    Gen X is ruined and left to trace
    The very end of the human race!

    And as you set off in your SUV
    To Heaven’s Gate in time for tea
    I’ll wave you off without a tear
    Bye bye daddy, your daughter is queer

    Your son has signed up with Just Stop Oil
    And your wife is trying to lance her boil
    And the neighbours all have nothing to do
    And so dear Daddy, all due to you!

  • While old men chat and drink their wine
    The Climate continues to decline
    One day we freeze the next we burn
    Humanity has nowhere left to turn
    Floods and fires are killing us
    We drive our cars, won’t take a bus
    We fly in planes we burn fossil oil
    And we’re surprised when we boil!

    (This is the first poem I have written. There is no longer anything left to laugh about. I am frightened for my grandchildren)

  • Marg, you’re right to say there’s nothing to laugh at. People are dying from Climate Change, as your poem makes clear. I am sorry if the tone of this post may appear a little light-hearted, I assure you we in the Green Party are deadly serious about the existential threat facing us.

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