In my entire life,
the worst things to come
upon me,
has come at the,
hands of respectable
people, who call themselves
good.

It has not been,
scary men, in dark shadows.
It has not been,
those people, across the sea.
It has not been,
the conman, stealing my soul.

It has been,
men and their wives,
who own businesses,
and lands,
and courts,
and governments,
and religions,
too...

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Justice is always achieved through violence.

When a nation wants justice they carpet bomb the enemy, and drop nukes on their head.

When a government wants justice, they drag you from your car or home, lock you in a cage, put you before a joke of a court, and lock you in a bigger cage.

When an employer wants justice, they fire you and destroy the lives of you and your children.

Justice ...

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If you cry out loud that you favour peace,

A lot of people look at you and smile

And mark you as naïve and pat your head.

Yet surely peace should be the normal way;

Backers of war should justify their stance,

The four-star pundits, dealing arms of death,

Indoctrinating young (and mostly) men

To jump to commands and to kill each other

And all who block their path. The road t...

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Merseyside poets, singers and musicians are getting together to perform a handful of events inspired by John Lennon and Yoko Ono.

 

Organised by Wirral poets Michelle Wright and Barry Woods, the events highlight current conflicts around the world and feature work from their new community anthology ‘Poets for Peace’, which is available to read for free on Facebook.

 

‘We are u...

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In the hammock

 

On days of tomatoes

Cheese and bread

When light breezes

Make the orchard leaves

Chuckle and quiver

With gossip from the mountains

 

When a head of dead wine

Falls in step

With the mood

Rather than being a weight

On your ankle

 

There is time to marvel

At the power of stillness

And the way that calm

Can be the raison d'êtr...

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Merseyside poets, singers and musicians have come together to perform a gig for Peace at the Williamson Art Gallery in Birkenhead.

 

Organised by Wirral poets Michelle Wright and Barry Woods, the event highlighted current conflicts around the world and featured work from their new community anthology ‘Poets for Peace’, which is available to read for free on Facebook.

 

‘We are uni...

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Rest has been begging all afternoon

Soon soon soon, love.

 

Finally home in my top-floor abode

The end of consciousness is near

 

I slip into coziness and turn up the stillness

Oh love, I'm finally here...

 

But no.

 

Silence chokes 

Tranquility cracks

Obnoxious noise intrudes

 

I feel teenybopper bass notes incessantly Bulging up from the floor be...

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Do you have questions,
Ones that could not possibly be answered?
The assurance of peace,
Robbed.
I suppose now I must find solace in the unknown,
That perhaps ignorance could be my silver lining.
It is not.
Nightmares take shape from loose ends,
The brain defaults to fear when it must assume.
Fear circumvents my ambition,
How can I continue,
When I will never know?
My focus limited due...

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Father,  

what is it I see?

In this place down below

Where rich tides of life 

ebb, and then flow

 

Where beauty & horror 

Rub shoulders like friends 

And the dominant species 

Both destroy, and defend

 

What is it I see?

When the colours of dawn

Turn, too soon, to darkness 

In a gathering storm

 

Not made from the seasons

But the breath of i...

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How much harm is inflicted by ambition and power

that carrying war in itself,

sheds blood,

tears and grief

 

How little does evil and hatred care about

slaughtering children and elders

or the present and the future of a country

 

How absolutely insane may corruption and ego become

to smother, desolate and crush a garden

 

Ukraine, you have been orphaned,

but ...

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On the threshold she stood,

Of the house where her life smiled.

Waving wildly her small arms at him,

Of whom she was the only child.

 

Inside sat the lady of the house,

Silencing her sobs and drinking up her tears.

Careful not to let the the happy bird know,

Chasing her was the worst of her fears.

 

All laiden with arms covered under his coat,

To not let the little...

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Walking

The world around me is how it used to be:

Fresh, alive, peaceful, welcoming.

Alone but not alone,

I’m part of this world again,

not fighting it

not worrying.

Not competing and being judged.

A modest meal awaits,

with good wine,

a shower

A bed.

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After the Meseta,

after the heat,

after the stones.

The green hills

the shady paths

the views.

The way is rocky and steep.

Don’t stumble,

keep your balance and

Breathe.

Peace around you.

And then there it is – La Faba.

I have arrived

And part of me will never leave.

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