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90's New Frontier (Pantoum Format)
I’ll catch you on the information super highway,
where the history of the future is written.
A world-wide wonder created for today,
they say our future is data driven.
If the history of the future is to be written,
this motor of modern society is the place.
Human destiny will be data driven,
in the digital networked cyberspace.
The motor of modern society is the ...
Thursday 15th June 2023 12:07 pm
Pantoum for the Birds
You contemplate the birds aloft the cieling's aperture
They adulate your company
Yet you are not a flatterer
If naturally so uppity
Your adulated company
It might be worth a shot
You're usually so uppity
Tonight you're all I got
May be it's worth a shot
The crows commence to caw
Tonight, they're all I've got
Look there- that one's a daw
The crows ...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 2:58 pm
Mother's Helper
In case you didn't know,
And so you will remember,
Just think of what you hold,
And here is something simple,
And, so you will remember,
I'm tying this string on your finger.
Here is something simple,
Of why you came to be there.
I'm tying this string on your finger,
And mind your mother,
Of why you came to be there,
Think why we took the bother.
And mind your mother,
When you l...
Friday 10th April 2015 4:02 am
you know
what takes over,
mindless words?
whatever comes
of interest?
mindless words
are no surprise,
your interests
are on autopilot
it's no surprise
whatever comes,
you're on autopilot,
it's what takes over
Thursday 19th February 2015 11:29 pm
The Kill
A butterfly flaps its wings,
A fluttering of wild intent,
As a wind stirs softly
Lifting up a fragile thing.
A fluttering of wild intent,
The mantis strikes swiftly
Lifting up a fragile thing,
Now it becomes dinner.
The mantis strikes swiftly
But fails to note the other
Now it becomes dinner
For a hungry forest frog.
It fails to note the othe...
Sunday 15th February 2015 8:01 am
Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876)
Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876)
Underneath the rat infested streets
dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Enshrouded in their grimy, night-soiled sheets.
- thrown to the devils down below.
Dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Plague pits rampant all around Aldgate.
Thrown to the waiting devils down below -
unmarked graves meant no one knew their fate.
Plague pits rampa...
Friday 24th October 2014 7:47 pm
Jack
Jack
Stainless steel glistens in the gaslight
it cuts through gravity and sinew.
Whitechapel is mine tonight
nobody knows what I will do.
It cuts through gravity and sinew
when you hold it right.
Nobody knows what I will do
If you put up a fight.
When you hold it right
Just one swing and you are through
If you put up a fight
I’ll cut you in two
...Thursday 5th December 2013 12:17 pm
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