I thank you for your flesh
Succulent and sweet as you Sank to my level Incorporated I mourn you Enmeshed I become you Now I can trash Your seeds Delete your core
Succulent and sweet as you Sank to my level Incorporated I mourn you Enmeshed I become you Now I can trash Your seeds Delete your core
The excellent Facebook Group Philosophy, Poetry and Art frequently posts challenging, intriguing quotes from well- known writers, artists and philosophers. And what fun! Comments roll in from both sides of our polarised society and I love reading them and engaging…
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…
A love letter to the Opera Heartbroken laughter A clatter of fools Chirruping egos scratch at the glass Eviscerated by melodrama Mused in the soul of Violin-tortured, harpsi- chorded Lungs trumpet up, drumbeaten down And she sings! Pouring from her…
To my New York Cousin Dear Cuz I haven’t forgotten you though I’m considering forgetting everything else. How are you? In this biodegrading world? At least you lot have had a respite from the collapse of western civilisation. I wish…
…and become, once again, THEM! By ‘America’ I mean the USA. Much of the rest of the Americas teeter between Us and Them. Brazil, which has been Them for a long time, may in a fragile way, have made its…
THE AWARDS CEREMONY Our wonderful Junior WINNERS were celebrated in a grand AWARDS CEREMONY held by AFRIKA TIKKUN on 26th October in Johannesburg with Kagiso Malatse, the CYD: Subject Matter Expert and Lizo Madinga, the General Manager for the Mfuleni…
Wise up and adjust! With these handy FREE tips you can cut your electricity and gas use by a quarter to a half. 14 WAYS TO CUT PUTIN’S NOSE OFF TO SPITE HIS FACE AND SAVE THE PLANET TOO! Washing…
LISTENING TO LIZ TRUSS’ POST-KWASI PRESS CONFERENCE Like every other Brit, I can’t believe the depth of the sh…t we have had spattered at us. The most incredibly incompetent Prime Minister we have ever had, who appointed the most incompetent…
About Time? How to feel? Granny is dead. Mother has gone. The massed legions of the dead Will welcome with warm Cheers Marm. Bereft of her smile Of the wave of her gloved hand We line for mile after mile….