In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Tag: Poetry

  • The False God called Me ‘n Mine

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  • Lament at UK Election time 2017

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      I cannot just argue or disagree when my own country decides to throw itself into the sea.   If Britain is an oak tree centuries old, then I am a leaf somewhere to one side, barely visible and increasingly wrinkled.   But the great tree’s nature still courses through me and my short life…

  • The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

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      We don’t know any more where our lives belong or even where to hide. The walls of home hold nothing up or out and the door hangs slack on the hinge.   Where have our lives gone ?   I consult the news and the world ended several days ago. Today it’s ending all…

  • High Noon this Easter

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    Let’s recall the film “High Noon,” that great Western. The outlaw and his hoodlum cronies are riding into town. They want revenge on the sheriff, the keeper of the law. The sheriff scours the town looking for support, a posse of townspeople who will help him defend their community from the outlaws. The townspeople know…

  • The Rule of the Rough Beast

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      The “Rough Beast” is a phrase from “The Second Coming” by YB Yeats. Written in 1919, it is a poem that becomes more topical with each passing day. The last three lines of the poem above are a deliberate reference to TS Eliot’s lines from “Four Quartets” – “Humankind/Cannot bear very much reality.” And…

  • BALLAD OF REFUGE by David Punter

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    I come in fear. The wheels, the stuttering engine, By road or wave; the endless killing payments. Bit by bit, my mind returns to rubble.   You come in fear. The hunched back, failed bravado, They make me squirm. You have no place here, brother; Get back, for you remind me of my weakness.  …

  • HATRED : A SESTINA by Robert Friend

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    Hatred is wanting to hurt and its fulfillment dancing on someone’s grave.   Because the insult was grave, I must repay hatred with hatred, abandon all pleasure: the dancing, the flirting, the wallowing wantings of every day. How drab their fulfillment when compared with the pleasure to hurt.   I plan to avenge the hurt…