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

The Rule of Law
Tuesday, 15 September 2020 08:36

The Rule of Law

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The Rule of Law words and image by Martin Rowson "Boris" has fucked The Rule of Law!And what's in there not to adore?Now we can batter down his doorAnd piss upon his parquet floor,Steal everything he's got, and more,Then sock the fucker on the jawAnd he can't even call The…
Moonshot Haiku and Impressions of a Curate's Egg
Monday, 14 September 2020 09:19

Moonshot Haiku and Impressions of a Curate's Egg

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Moonshot haiku by Laura Taylor Moonshot ambition; bukkake for the nation. Pass the flannel, please. Impressions of a Curate's Egg by Laura Taylor It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It didn't miss a trick of the Spring bells and yellows, marigold's bloom. Sitting in…
She Died Alone
Monday, 14 September 2020 08:02

She Died Alone

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She Died Alone by Mike Jenkins She died there in hospital,no husband, Sissy, daughter Ingridno church kin around herand at her funeral of regulation 10her own Lusamba saw the coffinand could not imagine her within. She was a mother to everyonewho was blown into Victoria stationlost for food or direction,took…
The People Died
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 06 September 2020 12:47

The People Died

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Karl Parkinson presents The People Died, published in his recent collection Sacred Symphony (Culture Matters) The poem has been made into a video by poet and videographer Dave Lordan, and performed by myself. It's a danse macabre, an avant-garde videopoem for the 21st century that looks back on the poetic…
the pilgrims' way
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 28 August 2020 11:15

the pilgrims' way

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the pilgrims' way by Fran Lock, with image by Steev Burgess here in the heat, in my membrane of grief and spleen,i have watched you, in the seizure of your ceremonies,angerlund. maudit and sly, and when will you be fullenough of siege and ante? shuffle to tuppenny aggroin carpet slippers…
Rue Britannia, Land of Hopeless Tories
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 26 August 2020 14:45

Rue Britannia, Land of Hopeless Tories

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Rue Britannia, Land of Hopeless Tories by Martin Rowson, with image above by Tom Janssen I Rue, Britannia!Britannia, rue that knavesHave for cent-u-ariesKept us slaves! Rue, Britannia,You’ll always kid yourselfThat Pat-riot-ismWill trump wealth! II Land of hopeless Tories, Mother of the sleaze,Whose history is gory and riddled with disease,Wilder yet…
Cruel Britannia
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 26 August 2020 14:17

Cruel Britannia

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Cruel Britannia(adapted from the song by James Thomson and Thomas Arne) Image above: Famine in Mysore, India, while the British Raj exported food by Rip Bulkeley Now Britain fina-ally has learned ho-ow bestTo li-i-i-i-ive with o-o-others on this earth,To live, to live with others on this earth,This epitaph, for wrongs…
Rest In Peace, Rosemary McLeish
Tuesday, 25 August 2020 15:20

Rest In Peace, Rosemary McLeish

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Jane Burn and Fran Lock write about Rosemary McLeish, who sadly passed away on Sunday 23rd August Jane Burn writes: I got to know Rosemary on Facebook at first, in that way that we poets seem to do. Like minds do gravitate towards each other. I didn’t meet her in…
Pounding on the door of Kafka's Castle
Friday, 21 August 2020 09:01

Pounding on the door of Kafka's Castle

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Pounding on the door of Kafka's Castle by Fred Voss Once we were men with opposable thumbs we grabbedsticks and stuck them down anthillswe grabbed berries women hourglasses formulasand mushroom cloudswe grabbed onto ideaslike balloons carrying us high abovethe dirty earthwe got excitedand built churches and gallows and insane asylums…
Janis Joplin never belted Southern Comfort and screamed the blues
Friday, 21 August 2020 08:49

Janis Joplin never belted Southern Comfort and screamed the blues

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Janis Joplin never belted Southern Comfort and screamed the blues by Fred Voss “We’ve got to wear these fricking masks!”says our new supervisorto us machinists and de-burrers and shipping clerks and punch press operators gatheredaround him on the shop floor for the special coronaviruspandemic meeting he has calledto tell us…
Ox and The Great Big Identity Trick
Tuesday, 18 August 2020 10:48

Ox and The Great Big Identity Trick

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Ox and The Great Big Identity Trick by Martin Hayes Ox wants more food in his bowlhe wants the hours he spends strapped into Farmer’s ploughreduced Hen wants to lay her eggsau naturel not forced out of herby a billion-pound industry who keeps mucking around with the light Raven wants…
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