the canditates

the candidates

The candidates for world dominance

The contenders who want to sit on the highest branch on the
tree of power should

not be elected because they want it too badly

Theirs are a grab for dominance for its own sake and if
lucky the book of history,

the part where leaders are remembered, we know Saddam
Hussein, Stalin and Hitler

they too are remembered by history and given enough time
will be Admired and

books will be written in their defence

The contenders talk about trade meaning high finance, not a
factory that produces

products and employ people, they mean the banks, money
lenders.

They fear ordinary people but keep us enslaved by debt we should
take a stand

as they do in Palestine, who are spied upon day and night,
yet the truth slips through

 the occupier can
arrest you for a joke.

No one lived here before we came it all belong to us as they
proudly lie to themselves

as they slowly sink into the apathy of a frozen culture and
self-loathing.

Tomorrow it will be your turn to be arrested for speaking
your mind.

a moral sonnet

a moral sonnet

A Moral Sonnet

 A big crow and a
sparrow which had painted itself

In the colour of the big bird to appear masterful became

Good friends as the both suffered from bombastic

Self-believe and they make a pact to kill the ageing eagle

And his brood the did and by doing so killed millions of
lesser

Birds which in despair turned and pecked each other

The sand became rubicund and from a distance looked like

A carpet for kings and potentates

From the eastern states, vultures came to feed and defend

To get the big crow and the pretend one, off their land

The crow flew home the false one had a mud bath to look

Like common sparrows but is of no avail the sparrows that

Had danced with the crow was shunned and travel from

Country to country and is sleepless in expensive houses-.

the scent of sonnet

the scen

The scent of sonnet

I was watching a TV program of Hercules Poirot the heroine in

the plot had no tits and wore an evening dress with aplomb….

Clearly, she had not sat on a carpet

in the forest of spring where the animal of love roams it is

green as spring grass has a pink underbelly looks like a purring

cat or a puppy that softly barks. It droplets of scents

that make lovers enamoured for a day or so sadly there is

always a tomorrow of regrets for some.

If the woman with small tits happens to sit on a carpet in

the glade she will fall in love and pad her bra

and that is ok, why should she not enhance her lack this

bagatelle when there are tringles of love in the air

and if this does not help there is always divorce much a lonely

the man is satisfied with a triangle

goalkeeper

Blog

 Goalkeeper

When there is a football match on the TV I switch it

On the last ten minutes of the match my boredom threshold

Is low and to sit there watching the game for ninety minutes, really!

I used to play football as a boy, goalkeeper of all things then

I grew up and chased girls instead which often was painful

Like accidently falling in love, that happened frequently

Falling in love is painful walking into walls and being nice

To children related to the object of my adoration

Then the pain of being rejected long walks and dark thoughts

Under a night sky, bittersweet flagellation why did she leave me.

This too ended now I`m a goalkeeper again defend the goal and try

To save the ball death is kicking my way

brexit and other breaks

brexit and other breaks

Brexit and other Breaks

This has been a great day for reporters they

have been feasting on Brexit squeezing the last drop

 of misery like a dish
cloth, and the channels have

been repeating themselves and stealing each

others clichés and one wonders is there still a war

in the Middle East.

Tomorrow is the day of the analysts and academics

they will explain for us the reason why Britain left EU

like we didn`t know

 if you ignore the
wishes

of the common man if you think everything is about

money and not the dignity and culture, this breakup

will happen in many countries.

Bureaucrats have charts showing voting pattering how

interesting an exercise in futility.

You let down the working man and forgot democracy is

a double-edged sword, and I say: damn you all because

your negligence has left a hole for demagogues to fill.  

the ex. drinker

the ex. drinker

The ex-drinker

He had stopped drinking looked remarkably well

his wife was proud of him less so his friend who

never saw him in the bar they sometimes met him

in the street but his manners was formal.

Promoted at work, bought a new car indeed his

wife was proud of him as were everyone in his family

They found him hanged in the shed his calm had

been a deep depression, he had everything to live so

why did he top himself? Not easy to say I think it was

because no one had asked him if he was happy how

he felt in this new life of sobriety which they all took

for granted and ignored his silence.

This role he had to play as a middle-class man in suit

was painful, he liked drinking it made him dream and

he wrote them down, but when he began the sober life

his wife threw his dreams into the fire.

The Blue line

The Blue line

The Blue Line

What a week for the international press

Brexit and its endless drips of small minded politics   

The French winning against Germany at last

A vindication of unsolved hatred

To top it up the murder of five police officers In Texas

No doubt there will be a liberal understanding

 Black people have
been killed by the police

So it is ok then.

Not so, there is no excuse for murder

There is nothing here to understand.

The cities of America are awash with arms

It is the citizens right to bear arms

They fear the government may turn against them

The eagle of war has come home

US troops have killed many civilians in Afghanistan

When people are disrespected

When people are seen as inferior,

The soul is poisoned

And uniformed men are killed in Texas

 Is it poetic justice?