Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Confessions Of A Self-Berating Splurger - A seasonal ditty

 

I know I’ve got a lot of stuff and no, I don’t need much more.

I know advertising’s full of guff and persuasion is what it’s for.

I know others needs are greater, but too often I forget

As I’m a self-berating splurger, oft wracked with deep regret.

 

No matter if you’re measuring in common, pounds or pence,

Too often it would seem that we have more money than sense.

I kno...

Read and leave comments (0)

consumerismguiltpoemseasonal

The latest rev

As life's wheel rotates 
Sometimes it seems that all is lost,
Or that the newest, will be the greatest turn.
But, since we have to learn to fly
Before we ever crash and burn
See each move or generation ahead instead,
As simply the latest in an everlastingly long line of revolutions.

Read and leave comments (0)

Of your tree

 

This apple won't always nestle in your protective root 
and yet, forever it is proud to be, your tree's fruit. 

Read and leave comments (2)

mummotherrootschildfruit

Fiscally revolting

 

(to the tune of 'coming round the mountain')

 

 

The Greek people they have had it up to here,

With those ‘haves’ that say these times must be austere.

Forbes’ list shows the same old picture

The poor pay up - the rich get richer

Publishing financial crimes without a fear.

 

Has the Parisian Republic gone berserk?

I mean, growth through spending... ...

Read and leave comments (0)

austerityFranceGreeceeconomyeconomicsEU

Cheaper to Bang, a split ticket saga.

For those who don't know Bang Said The Gun is a hugely successful performance poetry event which has run in London for over 10 years. Just over a month ago an intrepid bunch of Mancunian poets attempted to transfer its uniquely rowdy weekly format to the North West. As one of the first poets to be invited to headline, what follows are the travails of an artist attempting to keep down travel...

Read and leave comments (1)

LondonManchesterBang said the gunTrains

We're gonna miss that cat

 

Today Bella died

And yes, both of us cried

‘Though we know so much is sadder than that.

Still she was a good friend,

Dignified ‘til the end

And now, we‘re gonna miss that cat.

 

She’d warmed both our feet

Would be waiting to greet

And before you could lay down your hat,

You’d hear that great purr

Feel the rub of her fur,

Oh how we’re gonna m...

Read and leave comments (5)

petscatselergyloss

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message