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The road to righteousness is not rhetoric, the path to freedom is not fighting. The mother of all battles grieves for her children, the father of...

A wee bit late, both for Brexit and The New Year; but as I've revised this old poem I though it might still make a point - nothing changes! I should add the Jester here does not refer to King Charles, but a certain politician! (Image courtesy of Christoph Sholz from Wikimedia Commons)

Slowly, silently, the lamplight falls here and there as the farmer strolls back from the barn where the soft beams lit the struggles as ewe and man...

The British are a stupid race of people still sticking like slime to feudalist barons boots. We are a race of people who are constantly conditioned...

i had a long go at poems that don’t make sense fireworks poems but poems with hidden meanings but i find confessional style poems work best (this is...

PREFACE: My name is Sidney Bolivar. I am the grandson of Henry Justice Bolivar (1898 – 1981). He was on the front lines when Allied troops marched on...

Turn down the noise Power off the blue light Disconnect the media Ignore the frenzy Step into the forest Contemplate the lake View art in the clouds...

ADAM & STEVE We're running out of firewood And we've only got the Holy Book left in the pile - It's been there for a while. Through windy streets...

The Monster Bigot By Paul McCann For about a hundred years in Settlers City a monster known as Bigot lived underneath the city streets, unseen and...