retrieval of memory from the previous one,
Tired, so tired of the following to come
not knowing where this roundabout begun
there is no way off until the trial is gone
Thursday, 13 October 2022
Friday, 7 October 2022
Hateful Heart
Gone are the strays and waifs that walk the streets
Gone are the right wing thugs that steal your beets
Away goes the truth, the friendly face, no disgrace
In the past are the fascist tellers of whitened hate
Lift your arm you encourage hate
wearing a swastika at the garden gate
do not come around here with your rascist spate
the dance will not die, freedom is fate
Wealth is the knowledge of a brothers love
different nations and a protective glove
Open barriers and borders too
Share our food, our wealth, a collective stew
Learn with knowledge, grow together
give each nation a hand, welcome all those
from another land, most of all find peace
let go of the hate with a thousand year lease
Monday, 3 October 2022
Look from glass
You look at the world without a smile
Moving inadvertently for a little while
Catch your breath then begin to choke
Shouting inappropriately beyond bespoke
For a tiny moment you fall asleep
Eyelids flutter as if to peep
Some speak of kindness to
Relinquish life, Stop the pain
Never let you be born, again and again
Pure births for a righteous stake
Perfect people for for perfect sake
Accept the reason for a clinical race
Without a blemish, no mark or trace
I Listen to your awesome sound
The youthful joy, a colour found
No judgement on your face of hate
No anger when I come home late
Your imperfections are perfect to me
The love I hold for you is free
You bring joy if only for a while
Unique the way you live in style
To lose you soon would break my heart
But understand, I would try to start
you will not be able to stay too long
Yet to be with you now fills my heart with song!
you will be with me always, even when your gone
Release
A surprise capture, release in the wild
Fear on his face as a little child
Into the field, through the woods
Away he goes, like I hoped he would
Put off the way
where the cold wind blows
Snow covered hilltops
Icy covered roads
Slipped on the slate
Metro has a crash
The little red car
A fix cost too much cash
Out in the sticks
Wondering what to do
On the way to Kent
for it’s there I flew
live in a house though I owe my due
couldn’t tell you why
thrown to the wind
What else could I do
Kent the garden of England
Not sure that’s true
at least I’m not an animal
in a Wild West Cotswold Zoo
Injustice
Impervious to the blood stained Nile
A hypocrite walking a mile
arriving in his Mercedes’ Benz
at the end of the race
puffing with egg on his face
Redundancy leaves her without a home
interest through the roof
Politicians putting on a brave face
while rubbing hands together
saving cash on higher rates
What a disgrace!
The old gentleman dies from a weakened immune
his friends felt he died too soon
Well no one cares in that place
Treating the elderly without any grace
taking all the beds!
The homelessness are not fed
Pleased to be sleeping in a tent or a shed
Still, I’m still okay Jack
got the sack on my back
On my own and on the right track
reaching the tip of a mountain swoon
Jumping from way up in the sky
Hoping to fly into the clouds up high
Not even that, at the end I would
Know I’m free from this life…if be..I could
Sunday, 2 October 2022
A.C. Milan
Go right, drift from the left
feet crossed, warning from the ref
flick & turn, move upfield
One more challenge, his fate is sealed
slide in measure, ode to pleasure
towards the corner, offsets the pressure
goalie dived backward down
then climbs up with a wayward frown
upset pride, feeling like a clown
the losing side are 1-0 down
production falls, towards the ground
in this peculiarly sad Italian town
"Saremo una squadra di diavoli. I nostri colori saranno il rosso come il fuoco e il nero come la paura che incuteremo agli avversari."
— 1899, Herbert Kilpin[17][18]
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