Category Archives: Poetry

The Jewellery Box

It was only a piece of cheap Chinese- made tat that she wanted for her birthday: A musical jewellery box about yea big that she saw on Amazon. It was one among many unicorn-themed gifts that she said she would … Continue reading

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Great Books Part 1 – Ancient to 13th Century, Chronologically Arranged

I’ve mentioned in previous entries that I wanted to engage in the Great Books firsthand, after getting a lot of it secondhand. The big question was, which Great Books list should I use? I found a few lists on various … Continue reading

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Autobiography – A Dream

A dream as fodder for midlife musings: What would the teen me say were he to see  me now? Writing reactionary, nay,  fascist, poetry and imbibing the  best poets of the last Century.                 … Continue reading

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Yet, They Call Me Fragile

Attached by voluntary (so they say) chains To the desk provided to me In this open plan office Compromised from birth Wage slave Unable to speak up For fear of master’s minions Taking the food out of my children’s mouths … Continue reading

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Old Don Henley Tunes

  It was the sort of day That would bring to mind The lyrics from an old Don Henley song   Wind blowing off the Channel Providing the only air conditioning we’ll feel all summer Sun going down, orange in … Continue reading

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Pipers and Drummers

Losing an hour or so Watching pipes and drums on YouTube A child of NeoLiberal Empire Disconnected from ‘home’ Those pipes go straight to your gut And tell you where you are ‘from’ The lump appears in your throat Thinking … Continue reading

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There Are Worse Things to be Called

There are worse things to be called than to be called a racist: Coward and Poltroon Degenerate, Deserter A follower…in a self-righteous cocoon   There are worse things to be called Than to be called a racist: One not knowing … Continue reading

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Adventures in Diversity: Mugging No. 2

(a poem what I wrote)

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