Woops – there goes another one. I’m not the first to notice. Hopefully, I’m not the last. I’d hate that, can you imagine? To be the last human to notice Another species going extinct. Just think about where and when that would be. I really don’t want that to be me.
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Tomorrow’s World, by Roger Read.
A Republic without a King A country in Dire Straights. Nothing to admire. Not great. Inherent Selection of politicians For the House. Brexit full of Discrepancy and Suspense. Media Starlight not Pertinent. Filling the electorate with Superstition. Dreading another Referendum Election. Tomorrow’s World. Toes curled !! Argh ! Roger P. Read
Home Farm Orchard, by Roger Read
Aldwick Beauty Tasty and fruity. Sussex Forge On which to gorge. Wadhurst Pippin Just slipped in ! Crawley Reinette Delicious ! Gordon Bennet! Golden Pippin Gets me trippin’. Mareda I’m here to feed yer! Knobby Russet Love it! Golden Bounty Nature’s generosity. Egremont Russet Earthy and rustic. First And Last A mouthwatering blast. Saltcote Pippin…
Tech Life
Recently, a conversation covered ground relating to science fiction, and whether artificial intelligence will ever be a reality, and if AI will have consciousness. Together with the choice of the word minutely, this formed the start of this poem. I hope you like it. Tech Life Science scrutinises minute component parts, learning wholes work through…
Henri Gaudier-Brzeska by Paul Rafferty
Religious fervour The Madonna and his faith Sealed his final fate Mother no saviour Unintended sacrifice Lead to his falling The carved rifle butt Extinguished the wildest eye Of the great Vortex
WW1 Hai Kus by Paul Rafferty
The rise of women The worshiping of machines The falling of men Glory of duty Acts of conscientiousness Fought with white feathers Dodging the bullets Draughting the propaganda Burning the letters The war to end all Jump stars business acumen Spurring newer trends Peace keeping, Conflict Insurgencies, Police action Insurrection
Armistice Day 11.11.1992 by Roger Read
The telephone rings and I answer. Impending sense of tension, nervousness and saddness all day. Waiting for the whistle. Premonition comes true. There, that voice out of the blue ! Accusing voice. Dereliction of duty. The first barrage of shots are fired. Your guts churn. God I’m tired ! Just lay me down to die….
Child Within by Roger Read
Forgive and live with the child in you. Be gentle to that child. Understand its pain. It’s rejection, abandonment and shame. You are not to blame. Know it comes from a different time and place. Put it in a box, marked ‘the past’. It wasn’t given a loving face. Nor growth and space. Love the…
100 Years of Peace? by Roger Read
In Church Street outside the Crypt door, There’s a bench dedicated to Vinney. Only 28, lost his life in the Iraq war, Nothing it seems, has changed since Vimy. From 100 years ago the Great War sought peace, Yet 100 and more wars since, have persisted. Still lions led by donkeys, braying towards national grief,…
Never Again? by Roger Read
War is a Bore ! War is a Chore ! War is Gore ! War has gone on Before ! War leads Nowhere ! War is Unfair ! War has no Flair ! War is Despair ! War is not Decorative ! War is not Productive ! War is Destructive ! War is not Reproductive…
Whitby
A friend of mine recently spent a weekend in Whitby, by the sea. Whilst there, they rediscovered their poetic flair, and sent me this poem. So, thank you Margaret, for your support an interest in our project. I hope you all enjoy this one. Whitby: A Seagull calls through my window before light…
