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Red Heifers
Their squalid death to purify,
on Olives Mount a bridge to God.
Then cedar wood and herbs burnt dry
to raise a Kingdom not forgot.
And in that ritualistic spell
the Kohen taints his cleansing soul,
that he is now unbound for hell
unless the cycle onward roll.
For future joy why all this death
where toil and dark abound?
Why not the warmth of living brea...
Tuesday 11th June 2024 3:10 pm
Devil
An avaricious devil is mankind;
He goes and grabs all things that he can find.
Perhaps he’s not aware that it’s unkind;
Faced with the danger, he says ‘never mind’.
Mankind intends to decimate this place,
To slash and burn and eat up every space,
With acquisition as some kind of race
To mop up Earth’s resources with no trace.
The monster has now caught us in his t...
Saturday 23rd March 2024 7:02 am
Crucifixion
They say that the truth is a hard thing to take,
but maybe it’s time that we see
that we as a people are nothing but fake,
ensuring that’s how it will be.
We stand up demanding there’s tolerance,
doing so with our fists in the air.
It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced,
hypocrisy beyond compare.
We claim we want peace but we seek the next fight
as we...
Saturday 17th February 2024 7:06 pm
Into Piles
What in the world are we doing?
Who are we trying to beat?
It seems like we live our lives running,
as if we are losing our seats.
We never stop building up towers.
We never stop spinning around.
We never stop piling up into piles
everything that we’ve torn down.
Is it that we are pursuing
happiness, like the old phrase?
Or are we chasing the concept of such
...Saturday 17th February 2024 7:05 pm
Forsaking Auld Lang Syne
Forsaking Auld Lang Syne
The city centre puddles
reflect fireworks in the sky
whilst stripped
Christmas wrapping paper
soaks up the deluge
like a homeless sleeping bag.
Dustbins overflow with leftovers
oiled with greasy greed.
A bottle of wine splatters against
the multi-storey car park wall,
vomited from the throat
of opulence at midnight.
...
Sunday 1st January 2017 7:53 pm
THE END OF THE DREAM
As the sun peeps out
over misty morning hills
and the dawn chorus calls
with its piercing shrill,
the demons of the night
skulk slowly away,
a sidelong glance
at the few who got away.
He rises and stretches
and with sleepy eyes,
breathes a sigh of relief
and a laughing surprise.
The nightmare lingers
in his foggy mind
until a final shiver
leaves th...
Wednesday 15th July 2015 4:07 pm
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