Opinion

Having read Ewan's deservedly cherrypicked "Where Were You When..." (I watched events unfold in my office on the internet) I have decided to post this old poem of mine

Inspired by a recent documentary, this poem may offend, so please read carefully.

I'd like to write about happy things
like Southern Oregon hills rolling and green,
like bizarre Thai instruments that with wondrous melody sing,
or peaceful, pretty hippie girls

In the beginning,
there was a world without words
just tigers and birds
monkeys and bison herds

Then came the barbarians
worshipping a thousand exclusive Gods
in a thousand different ways,

Is Colour everything?

First of all,
slash your fore-arm and let it
bleed all over the page
(poetry's rough)

Next or if you've done that
(so many poets have,)
let me say I've not the poetry thing

its about birds.

It's not that life has no meaning
or that all society
and philosophy's hollow

I know well enough
that's not true

But I have a hunger to speak
of the deepest things,

Greed maybe their downfall!

Vera's love affair is affecting the quality of her work and she is called to answer to her space station masters.

Bigotry-sectarianism.
Lets stop.
Racism-discrimination.
Lets stop.
War-dogmatism.
Lets stop.

I'm new on ABC, I luck forward to reading all of your work and hope you enjoy mine as much as I do yours :)

I took the great American document of more than two hundred years ago and applied it to the country today.

We, the "psychos"
think you're talking about us

We are perhaps,
a little divided,
but united in the sense
that we're hurt
by constantly being dragged in
to every political controversy,

I've heard about him
in a hundred forms...
from new-age liberalism
to heavy-handed fire and brimstone
to his own poetry

I've believed,
not believed,
even reviled and mocked him

Join in with the game
Grab a shopping bag
Shell out a few quid
Wear a branded name
Waste a few hours
Amble around in the crowd
Feel your eyes dry out in the unnatural lights

Q - Why am I fat?

A- Because you eat too much and don't exercise.

SIMPLE AS THAT!!!

Cutting it-

chopping the wood
and carrying the water

Cutting it-

on hamburger instead of steak
juggling varied dreams and obligations

Cutting it-

through green pastures

A little late I know,
regret some seeds I sowed

Today,
knowing the highs and the lows,
(plenty of "lows")
I've no use for pride
and I repeat the mantra

I don't mean ALL mind-alterers

Some psychologists say we
have an inner child,
a part of us like kilned clay
which formed by our childhoods
can for decades stay...
a child that may be angry
or maybe wants to play