Tag Archives: Poems

Princeps

31 Aug

Not a King,

An actor upon a newly marble stage.

Divi Filius,

Adopted by Uncle Julius,

Caesar

But what’s in a name?

Made divine,

Constant with the annual passing of time,

Eighth of Twelve.

An actor needs a costume,

Armour makes way for priestly robes.

Warrior now builds bridges.

No to Rex,

He shall be instead

Princeps.

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Cap of Liberty (peterloo) 

16 Aug

A poem commemorating the Peterloo massacre of 1819, when 18 were killed in Manchester just for seeking the vote.

Cap of Liberty



Peaceful assembly 

on the fields

Seeking reform, the vote,

Liberty.

Banners flying,

Topped with that old symbol,

The red cap of

Liberty.

They came riding riding,

Sabres drawn

Just like Waterloo,

A battle against lady Liberty.

Riding down and slashing

People like you and me

18 butchered innocently,

Red the colour of the blood stain

And the cap of Liberty.

Forbidden Fruit

30 Oct

See that fruit hanging ripe on that tree,
Flame red, glowing like a ruby,
I say its meant for me, I hear it calling to me.
Who says it’s forbidden,
Who says I shouldn’t try,
who says it’s juicy pleasure I should deny?
If curiosity is a crime, then I’m guilty.
for I want to touch,
feel,
taste something real,
not live in ignorant bliss,
no need for the serpents hiss,
I wish to explore, know more,
delve in,
let curiosity be my original sin.

 

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Unemployed- poem

12 Oct

Here is a poem I wrote last week at a workshop ran by the very talented poet Dean Atta, called ‘Unemployment’ about experiences shared by many at present.

Unemployed

It’s like waiting for a bus to come,

waiting, waiting, but they never come.

You feel like a book yearning to be read but constantly being passed by.

“Sorry, not today,

Not enough experience” they say,

That’s when they even grace you with a reply,

Sending off a neverending trail of letters,

applications, cv’s, no satisfaction.

Treading water, constantly swaying, staying still.

It’s like you’re looked down on by society,

No compassion, no pity, the centre of lies,

You’re despised.

Being unemployed is a heavy yoke while waiting for a lighter one to come.