Poetry

Poetry

It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care to act,
it starts when you do it again after they said no,
it starts when you say we and know who you mean,
and each day you mean one more.

Marge Piercy

Blind Spot
Saturday, 15 October 2022 14:44

Blind Spot

Written by
in Poetry
Blind Spot by Paul Francis She’s had to ditch that school job, which she loved;some supermarket shifts will pay the bills. She’s haunted by the story of a kidwho mimes that he is eating, every day,taking an empty lunchbox into school. And on the news, this big man in a…
A Blakean Radical: R.I.P. Niall McDevitt, poet  22 February 1967-29 September 2022
Tuesday, 11 October 2022 21:44

A Blakean Radical: R.I.P. Niall McDevitt, poet 22 February 1967-29 September 2022

Written by
in Poetry
Almost incomprehensibly, radical poet, psychogeographer, poetry historian, activist, visionary and devout Blakean, Niall McDevitt, passed away on Thursday 29 September 2022 at just 55 years of age. I had the privilege to have met Niall on several occasions over the years, I always invited him to read at any book…
'Borrowed Rainbows' and 'Tobacco Wrappers': two new poems by Alan Morrison
Monday, 10 October 2022 19:34

'Borrowed Rainbows' and 'Tobacco Wrappers': two new poems by Alan Morrison

Written by
in Poetry
Borrowed Rainbows For Niall McDevitt (above), poet and republican22/02/1967 - 29/09/2022 The day Elizabeth Windsor passedA double rainbow was visibleArcing over Buckingham Palace—Supposedly a benevolent omenOf transformation, fresh beginnings,Good things—Royal mournersGasped at such celestial symbolismFor the late Queen's heavenly ascentTo flights of angels singing her to her rest,& down here,…
Whit Pelé said tae Ali
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 09 October 2022 20:23

Whit Pelé said tae Ali

in Poetry
Written by
Whit Pelé said tae Ali by Jim Aitken Ach, big man, Ah’m fair chuffedtae see ye so Ah am. Ah’ve luvedthe wey ye deal wi the mediya antak the piss oot ay them aw, an thewey ye mak aw us black folk feelaboot oorsels. Ye’ve chainged the gemmfor us wi…
Expelling England by the Pound
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 28 September 2022 07:44

Expelling England by the Pound

in Poetry
Written by
Expelling England by the Pound by David Erdos Selling England By the Pound is the name of a famous Genesis Album, one of their best where the lyrics mix social comment With romantic muse and word-play, but in England this week, Kwarteng’s cutting of tax to high earners raises the…
Red Poets: 29 years old and still breathing fire
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 25 September 2022 09:07

Red Poets: 29 years old and still breathing fire

in Poetry
Written by
Twenty nine years ago at Clwb-y-Bont in Pontypridd, a strange creature was born. Then called Red Poets’ Society (as in the film Dead Poets’ Society), it later morphed into Red Poets. It was founded by me and Wrecsam’s Marc Jones, both activists in the left-wing group Cymru Goch. We remain…
Refugee
Thursday, 22 September 2022 12:03

Refugee

Written by
in Poetry
Refugee Eftir Edwin Muir by Jim Mainland A’m fled trow laand, owre sea, smoored laand an sea, my hame a blüdied knock-soe, a rönnie o stanes, an noo, as if wi someen idder’s een I see uncan hills, an – I canna help it – banes still athin da aert-bark…
Militant
Friday, 16 September 2022 09:44

Militant

Written by
in Poetry
Militant by John Short If he surrendered nowhow would he fill the void?Never the kind to retireround glittering pools,world injustice keeps himpermanently afloat. I chanced upon him yesterdaywith a megaphone.He’s looking older buthis comrades stay the same age,they carry banners a whilebut eventually lose zeal. I asked after his wife,…
Friday, 23 September 2022 09:31

We queen

Written by
in Poetry
We queen by Chris Nash A Queen is dead, now long live the people,in service and dedication we are all her equal, we, who wear everyday faces of common dutynot for wealth or reward, but in natural beauty. From Grenfell tower through Glastonbury Tor,in reach & teach our diverse island…
Page 15 of 38