Like an upright bowl
the moon hangs filled
with starry light
sparkling in your eyes
Stained glass celestial orbs
consume the night sky
beings of mercy swim
in poisoned clear blue waters
I've watched the death of innocence
sunburned noses turn north
far along the rabbit proof fence
they search for nirvanas shores
in beds of dirt and grass
they hunger for the purest water
to fill the belly of their soul
jackaways swoop tearing holes in heaven
spears of the light of illumination
carress the heart of the world
imagining tomorrows on dreamy seas
little brown hands grasp grass blankets
protecting satin skin from injection
in huts of mud peoples commune with gods
Riki tiki shakes bones from crowns thorns
yesterday is in eyes not wanting tomorrow
humanity calls with her bag of tricks
pressing the hard sold achlmey of science
failing to bind their wounds they flee
a blessing would be the unclothed hamartia
ego calls again to the weak and weary
following the death of a modern world
Yet forgotten customs rise their heads
they seek golden shores of opportunity
only to be turned back with a tryants buck
sitting on the shores disappointed hosts
pack away a welcome mat head lowered,
ashamed of Queen and Country, yet again
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hi jayne, love this one too. The people who are on the seat of power can be easily disillusioned if they don't have a strong will and a sense of responsibility and humanity. here's another point of view.
A monster with a human face sitting on the throne
innocence died, trampled by iron fist of tyranny.
Who is to blame for giving him his power?
Tell me who are the author of this tragedy?
Peace has been betrayed in this land
The future, if we still have it, will be stained,
poisoned by the powerful scum of man
I won't accept that this has been preordained!
If justice has been shredded apart,
let vengeance be the blade I wield!
An assassin driven by a broken heart,
running straight to the killing field
But the truth halted my steps
and I fell on my knees
It is us who grant him power he used
to bring a nightmare to reality.
Hope you're well
Alid
Alid
Though I love your take on it ... I think it gives more power to a man hungry for power you put him on a throne that he doesn't deserve and that he will never have in this country he'd have to throw out our Constitution he's a bully and an ignorant fool and that's how I'm going to try and portray him in another poem I am working on
Thanks so much for taking thr time to have a stab at the subject matter ... he's a full on ignoramus and I cant wait till we don't have the shame of him representing our country overseas I've never been a Labour voter but after this debacle.
As you can see this subject fires me up lol
Much love and big hugs J xox
Jayne
my poem is meant for the people who supported him and grant him power to realise that they share the blame of his actions. God forbid it that I will be a supporter of such a man, my friend. The people must realise their folly or this madness will happen again. He is wrong , butso are those who gave him that power. They put their trust in him and this is what they get.
Alid
I understand your meaning my
I understand your meaning my friend i didnt mean it that way my ire got me lol I really fire up on this subject this is nothing a bit of fluff the real stuff comes later ... its not nice you might want to check under the bed before you read it
It scares even myself and I'm writing jt ... just the thought of the scum bag on a throne makes my blood boil Lmao !!
Much love Jayne xox
weak
You tried to be poetic when you could have named specifically his utter fundamentalist ideological cruelty and lies.
like me I guess Jess
Where would I be able to improve it in your opinion ?
Or useless ? If so so be it ... and I tried to be poetic ?
Really ... well ok ...
Jayne
Politics and poetry
When it comes to political leaders, our poetry must be direct and strong to show our rancor. You have captured your thought, but I feel that there is not enough edge on your word. Show how truly upset you are with the lies and rhetoric. I feel your passion in your comments, but it falls short in your poem. Slam the bastard, if that was what you meant...
I know nothing of the man, I do not want to look him up. make me feel the distain you feel in your poetic rant.
Eddie C.