Monday, 16 June 2025

Not Yet

Hush, it's not time to go yet:
The heavenly carriage
Of moon-silver garlands
Will come any whisper
But not yet;

The stream it felt joining
In pain and in longing
That great water silence
I bore in its violence
Of loud stone indifference
But ferns they brushed calming
And said: patience, not yet;

Booming acoustics of
Columns in churches said:
Voices of angels have
Come down to speak to us
Came down to sing thus:

No longer muted by
No longer troubled by
Men's thoughts misguided us
Heavens are pierced to us
We hear it clearer than
Day now that Justice comes
Behind him charges
In heavenly courage:
All defeating Love.

Thursday, 12 June 2025

Lies

Tell me it's propaganda, lies,
that a dog was set on a young disabled man 
whose only sin was to have been born
on a strip made hell on earth
and while his family was forced outside
he was left to die, with no one by his side;
I saw his beautiful face of Down's innocence
and wished I could have cried:
tell me it was lies!

Or tell me at least, that to call out a wrong
you don't have to pick sides,
that the good of the world --
or those who wish they were --
can unite and say, no more!

Thursday, 5 June 2025

Quake

gather     all    your   friends and   tell them

hope be-   yond    our   deaths   in   living   

songs in   flair   and   fanfare       booming  

hope has   bloomed be-   yond    all   gloom and

dare  to   live     in   shade while   finds you

whole a-   mong    the   rubble,       tries  to

look for   gaps     in   prison,       rescue --

blazing    sun      to   concrete      son.     

Friday, 30 May 2025

Adeal

just unlike a movie

we grew bold and restless

cold and feckless

felled and feicless

held in becked esteem

faired fair for the team

leveraged and lean

empty posts and empty hosts

with sirens flying overhead

on islands falconed and marooned

offshore knights of national collaboration

public money for corroboration

(offloaded by barrows and

handcarts by the farmyard)

us and them — we both worked real hard

to destroy or uplift — you decide

Monday, 19 May 2025

News

Come, taste this
It's the Poi-Zone
And it turns You on
Watch as hills collapse
And the ground levels before you;
All this I give you, and more.

It's strangely sweet
You'll get used to it
It's strangely sour
It gives you power;
My son -- we're not done.

See him: it's him you have to kill,
Him, over the hill. He looks
Like your own kin, but really:
He's evil, he wants your blood.

Father against son,
What have we become
Come, light the fire of sacrifice
Nothing will suffice

I want to consume everything
And spit out like he spat me out
See how much it hurt
Now let it hurt you too

We're not done, you're my slave now
Bend before my will
And see you never reach that hill.

...

All poison has its antidote.
He will not have the last word.
Nor do I wish to speak it.
Let me be still and silent:
Come, you who are
Greater than all our fears,
Greater than I dare to hope:

Speak in wisdom,
Forgive me for missing the mark,
For allowing despair to reign, and
Make us love -- and laugh -- again.

And: let me be an instrument of your will
And let me reach you on top of the hill.

Friday, 16 May 2025

Fides et Proditio

Where State and Party combine
'Til you can't tell them apart
Soon or even sooner you
Will be party to a crime

Where the number to enquire
'Bout child welfare payments
Is same Paranoid Watch uses
To report who loses their mind

O'r peace marchers ever so kind
To pay a visit to pay for your visitor pass
Lest you should hold on to business
When taxmen take punitive interest

For it's men it's real street-legal men
Who place the blame who play the game
While infantiles: just run along
Who can be told: you got it wrong

Twas peace we wanted all along
While we cared for thugs who jump on
Graves of fathers pressing on
In war for turncoat hangers on

Forgive them, for they know exactly
What they do, for they need
Forgiveness more than I could ever
Give them for taking me for a fool

For making me a fool
For having once believed them.

Tuesday, 6 May 2025

Playground

Will you and I be friends?

We’ll eye to eye pretend

We’re monsters with a glow

Not men with fatal flaw

We’ll laugh and dance and cry

And wait for a reply

From universe immense

Then play we’re not alone

Pick star to guide us home