This short piece of verse deals with memories that we all have locked up in our minds. Is it better to take them out and examine them, with a view to dealing with past issues, or is that too Oprah Winfrey. Perhaps, for some, the past is better left exactly there? Palaeotroving That old box […]
Here is some verse from the Cuban revolutionary hero, José Martí, who was a man of considerable talents besides his poetry. Wandering through love’s strange bazaar (Verse XLII) Wandering through love’s strange bazaar, Held by the seaside, not far, A sad pearl fair as a star By great luck fell to Agar. Too long to […]
Pablo Neruda was a Nobel Prize winning poet from Chile. He was strongly socialist, being eventually murdered on the orders of the Fascist General Pinochet. Today, he is regarded as the National Poet of Chile. He Lived from 1904 until 1973. Simón Bolívar is known as The Liberator. He fought to free much of the […]
José Julián Martí Pérez was born in Cuba in 1853 and died there in 1895, being killed whilst fighting the Spanish colonial forces in the war to liberate Cuba. Martí was a strong inspiration for the Cuban revolutionaries of the 1950’s. He is known as The Apostle of Cuban Independence and is highly regarded across Latin […]
Here is beautiful piece of verse from the Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda, who was killed on the orders of the fascist, General Pincohet, who opposed Neruda‘s socialist values and humanitarian views. Maccho Picchu is an Inca city built high in the Andes. It’s a UNESCO World Heritage Site. From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu Rise up […]
Here is a poem about the nomadic life lived by some wandering minstrels, or troubadours, across the world. It’s not an existence for everyone, but there is a certain romanticism to it. Rebel Voice has heard that girls like the guitar players. But was it true that for many years they also loved to spend […]
He was 16 when he set off on his own to blow up parts of England. His time in a borstal gave him the materiel for a book. He wrote poetry in both Gaelic and English. He had famous friends across the globe. He stayed in the Chelsea Hotel. He drank himself to death. He was Brendan Behan. This is his poem.