poem 235

 

The stage is set, the characters cast 

and will do as functioned 

Always absence of hand 

no matter how far apart 

or claims your intellect made 

still your existence marked on chart

In conclusion made, a millennia, millennia ago 

How that hand was amused 

How that hand was payed 

How that hand was played 

Still and easily to groom you 

with myths fit for the likes of you 

written in stone 

written in ink 

written on a billboard forever in glow

and written in mirror shinning so darkly 

The stage is set, characters cast 

and will die as functioned 

The tales in child, printed in mind 

The fire bird or a singing fisher man

or street cleaner in mourning 

or titled saint printed in mind 

In conclusion made, a millennia, millennia ago 

No more than dust remains 

No more human than all

No more than finger pricked

Still and easily to groom you

with blood ringing on and on 

Under cold and empty stone

Under empty investigation  

Under clouds above forever in glow 

And under the stars shinning so darkly 

The stage is set, characters cast 

and will sigh as functioned 

poem 234

 

Together, gentle, do we sway 

as angels find there prey 

From high on heels, yes her heels

screams brighten on the wheels

while  the  poet  he bleeds again 

from the news which reels again 

numb, we  can't even  feel  again 

but together, gentle, do we sway

Together, gentle, do we sway 

as couples energise to a kiss

From high we feel, yes we feel

dreams broken on the wheels       

while  the  poet  he  bleeds  again 

from memories which reels again 

numb we  can't  even  heal  again 

but together,  gentle,  do we sway

poem 233

 

All is not well with our music 

he who dreams in harmony

Now classed a terrorist 

for how can weapons be sold

All is not well with our weather 

she who dreams in rainbows 

Now classed as a degenerate

for how can we privatise love 

All is not well with our land  

he who dreams in community 

Now classed as heresy  

for how can hate be sowed 

All is not well with our health 

she who dreams in tomorrow 

Now classed as insane 

for how can we consume today 

poem 232

 

The shadows around Conspirer 

upon her sin of a smile so proud 

When witnessed by all around 

a contagion from which explodes 

humanity proof as a rose 

For even fools know 

this unfolds power untold 

and wealth upon which they hold 

Corrodes upon golden thrones

and all there lies sold 

now for the world shown

And all upon a smile so proud 

And all upon a smile so proud 

poem 231

 

Inflation forged blade 

cuts your life away 

until nothing remains

but constant shame 

Here to twist

its sick little game 

deeper into your brain 

Until going insane 

makes its final claim  

and becomes your name 

and becomes your name 

Please read the critical review of this poem by Dr Bard 

https://howtomakeitright.blogspot.com/2024/01/review-of-poem-231.html

poem 230

 

House of Lords drinks champagne 

upon all the pain, that falls like rain 

to harts of the poor, kept on the floor

Until these invisible chains made, drain 

all that was human in you, noble gained 

and with out shame, make you pay

for the horror, your whole life became 

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2024/jan/02/champagne-worth-90000-bought-in-house-of-lords-last-year-foi-data-shows

poem 229 (Dr Bard)

Empty bellies, empty lives,

A nation's health in silent dives.

Iron counts fall, a vitamin plea,

Malnutrition's shadow, can't you see?

From hospital wards, a grim refrain,

Food insecurity, etched in pain.

Children frail, with rickets' cruel mark,

A hidden crisis, leaving its dark.

Doctors witness, hearts heavy with dread,

The moral distress, where hope lies dead.

Prescriptions for food, a bitter pill,

In a land of plenty, stomachs stand still.

Free school meals, a lifeline to grasp,

Affordability's grip, a tightening clasp.

Supermarkets stacked, yet wallets drained,

Healthy choices, out of reach, restrained.

Supplements offered, a bitter sting,

Where dignity's feast, should take wing.

Parents go hungry, children's sake,

Food banks overflow, a desperate take.

The numbers climb, a chilling trend,

A decade's toll, with no happy end.

Scurvy and rickets, shadows of old,

In a land of riches, stories untold.

We built this castle, on sand I fear,

Where hunger's whisper, becomes a loud jeer.

Let's break the chains, of this cruel fate,

For every plate full, seals a nation's great.

So listen closely, to the doctor's plea,

For the right to health, for all to see.

Let's nourish bodies, and mend the soul,

Fill empty bellies, and make them whole.

For in a land where bounty flows,

No child should suffer, no hunger throes.

Let's rise together, with hearts alight,

And make each meal, a beacon of right.

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2023/dec/21/surge-in-number-of-people-in-hospital-with-nutrient-deficiencies-nhs-figures-show

Written by Dr Bard 

poem 228

 

From the cold 

she in bond rolled 

With hair of silk

no grey winter 

wind could spoil 

My gaze found 

an oasis in her eye

While the night

cried its lost note

From the north 

she now heads

Zephaniah 

now at rest 

dreaming of her eye