The more that you learn
The less you know
People grow concerned
Like Pinocchio’s nose
Falsity is believed
By conduit of media
Minds malicious; mislead
Fear amplified by tedium
They turn us into drones
While we fly their flags
Social media, iPhones
Distracting hashtags
It’s a sad situation
Absurd and obscene
For a blinded generation
Watching television screens.
From Bentinck Court
To Bramley Road
You gave support
And love bestowed
From Infants at Standhill
To Uni at Goldsmiths
You lent a hand still
My bowed head, lift
When times were tough
You had my back
When seas were rough
You steadied the mast
I love you Mum
And I wish to say
To end, in sum
Happy Mother’s Day
Down the stream
There is a boat
The bow it gleams
A shimmering coat
Sublime supreme
Keeps you afloat.
The boat is hope
Onboard is freedom
You pull the rope
To sail to see some
Sea foamed soap
And smiles to greet them.
When you reach
Your destination
The mind of each
Shipshape creation
Will wisdom teach
True divination.
The Mockingbird calls the shots
While politicking puerile plots
The blood it coagulates and clots
And History memory forgot.
Tears pour down Sorrow’s cheek
Hope cries out bruised and bleak
A universal losing streak
Would you want this Earth if you were meek?
The sense of loss from Zeitgeist’s grief
Innocents incur broke belief
Future frowns at Tomorrow’s thief
While pulling teeth for pure relief.
In a world of fear and anguish
In a time of hate and loss
When you’re weary, worn and languid
When you’re nailed to your cross
Remember those that love you
Remember those that care
Remember those above you
And remember who was there
For this life is never promised
And there is no second go
Do your best to be honest
And cherish every second, slow
‘Cause when it flashes there before you
You’ll want to reminisce
On the moments life adorned you
With what love truly is.
“Much ado about bluffing.”
For aspiring Shakespearean actor
“A face you wouldn’t tire of punching.”
For a boxer a moot point and factor
“You’re only as young as you feel.”
Must have aged poor Christopher Reeve
Magician moonlighting in kitten-heels
“Always has a trick up her sleeve.”
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
Butcher’s pet is mauled at the zoo
Say, “With Or Without You…”, to Prince-ly brat,
“but… Nothing Compares 2U.”
The tree of life
Is embedded in grief
The rolling tears
Are a falling leaf.
Yesterday’s sorrow
Is tomorrows joy
Life’s tapestry interwoven
With death’s own ploy.
Mortality
Is essential
And impossible to avoid
But your essence and your
Spirit can never be destroyed.
“The more you learn,
The less you know.”
Scorned the Galaxy, stern
To her Stars as they glow
Glimmer.
Star bursts, “The irony isn’t lost
On me. I’m still a bright spark.”
Not realising the cost
Of stardust culminating in dark.
Dimmer.
Monarch’s bullet pierced
Stumble slowly
Stagger, ashamed yet fierce,
At demise so lowly.
From Highland glen
To walled head piece
The only peace you ken
Is when deceased.
Unimagined trees
Flattened
Into paper patterned reams
Ashes of ancestries
Scattered
Across ocean, land and streams
Worn-out communities
Tattered
Split and opened at the seams
Porcelain dreams
Shattered
Into sullen smithereens
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