We are the dead, surrounded by the garbage Deafened by the cries of dying earth. Someone up there is feeling rather ill And even Lucifer can find no mirth In our destruction. The nowness has a sword of Damocles Poised, hanging over rubbish tips and litter. Increasing effluence pours into the sea. Someone perhaps up…
People
Eyes vacant – they are blinded by Too many varied stimuli. They see you not as they pass by. They are humanity. Not hearing for the brain would scream If all the noises could get through. So they knock off. They’re in a dream. They’re them and me and you. Worried, withdrawn, they only see…
Time to think
The time has come, the papers say To think of many things. Of labour and conservative, Negroes, dope smuggling rings. Los Angeles and Notting Hill And all the exiled kings. The time has come, the papers say To think of many things. Of Concorde, Ulster, North Vietnam, West Bromwich and the syringe, The balance of…
A Little
We don’t belong. We are not like the others. And knowing this we do not want to know them. Their standards are to us a plastic bubble Which they can’t share with us nor can we show them How we differ. We are quite alone. And in our loneliness still need no part Of peoples’…
Another Satire
Hello coldness – my old friend We’ve come to live with you again Behind the icicles in our tent awning We huddle up and wait for morning And the sound of the planes flying high in the sky going by – oh me oh my Disturb the sound of silence. The daylight comes and in…
Précis on sense of touch
Out of our senses we can utilise Sight sound and touch for taking in, Words and touch for sending out Our messages to others. Some of us find words too tight to use And although touch can be bi-useful Our bodies really use it as a sensor Not a projection of our selves. As such…
Peace amongst the Parasol Shadows
We were enjoying our annual winter break in the warmth of Tenerife. On Wednesday, we decided to relax by the pool later in the day, rather than straight after breakfast, which had been our habit. We surveyed the options for the best place to lie. With the sun lower in the sky and further round…
A Stroke of Insight – Shock, Calm, Caring and Mortality
My wife’s stroke was totally unexpected. By any reasonable measure she was right at the bottom of the risk ladder. But whilst the masses obediently follow statistics, life deals each one of us our own personal hand of cards with no apparent rhyme or reason. If we are lucky, we receive a flush of serendipitous…
A Stroke of Serendipity
Eight days ago at 12.32, I stepped outside and phoned my wife. Unusually for me I was in England – albeit 160 miles away in Southampton at my company’s UK offices. Two days earlier I had driven south from our home in the east midlands. Then I had flown to Guernsey flown back to Southampton…
Calais – a Crisis of Compassion
Let’s just call them people. Not a swarm of people, not migrants, not even refugees. As soon as we label people we objectify them. And if we label a group of people, we make them all the same. At least the word people allows for men and women and children, from different countries, each with…
Unwrapping The World 