The Marie Celeste Smokey shadows invade my mind; flitting memories of troubled times that lurk in foggy streets and dreams to prey upon my soul it seems. Blurred emotion rears its head with appetite for pain unfed; laughter dies in agony; blunted whispers torture me and I can’t see the sky. […]
This is one of Rebel Voice’s favourite poems. Although W.B. Yeats was an obnoxious arsehole by all accounts, he could still pen some beautiful verse. This is but one of them. Anyone who has travelled through the beautiful Irish county of Sligo will be aware of the scenery of which Yeats writes. The headline picture […]
This is a strong poem read by a humble man. Good to luck to Jeremy Corbyn and the people of Britain, who need him more than they may know.
Lament in the Shadow of Atlas I wake upon an Amazigh night Of music, dance and wine To find a World removed by song And drumbeats still, in time, With hearts held high, in simple style, Renewed in shared smiles. There cooking slow in tangines, vast, The echoes of […]
This piece of verse is a strong comment upon the Church child abuse scandal that shocked, and still shocks, the world of Christianity. In Ireland, clergy stood on pulpits and lectured the obedient masses on how to live good lives, whilst those same priests were abusing and raping their children. In other instances, nuns […]
Surreality A restless night with sweat-soaked sheets, conjures images of blood-filled streets and pain. Cetaceans mourn for humanity as dogs howl at a blood-red moon, which all too soon becomes a ghastly, horrid, evil eye staring, as crap, garbage and trash is […]
Quo Vadis? … the masochistic milk of human blindness that fuels low self-esteem that nourishes neglected youth when confidence slips sadly, silently between the cracks of childhood… … success becomes not even a tenuous dream but instead a foreign concept for citizens of comfortable stables; the rest, the wistful waifs destined to look on, unable […]
It was better before Ma says the wind’s coming, the bad wind. But I see nothing wrong. It’s very warm today. My best friend and his grubby little brother have gone. Their wrinkled Grandpa lives somewhere safe they said. Da is dead. The cough got him. I […]
Comrade to a Fickle Deity Mottled jowls adorn his life, softened hands and harried wife staring at her feet. A booming voice resonant with greed, bigotry and obstinate idiocy indicates the insecurity that bubbles beneath. That troublesome tongue seldom held behind tainted teeth, for long, has launched imbeciles upon voyages laden with infected product. The […]
The Quandary of Sceptical Solipsism … as the tiny child’s hand still clutched the busted bear, stuffing falling from both, I pondered in despair the desperate dichotomy of both; now inanimate. If it be a dream it’s a bad one that I have made, born of wanton masochism and gruelling imagery that drains the hopeful heart. […]
Survivor’s Creed … the souls beyond despondency hollowed to Hell’s Standard that causes a collapse of function into temporary oblivion to re-boot, re-ignite, replenish the will… … the echoes of ethereal laughter bound along the emptied space of phantom halls; footfalls dance and skitter across recycled time, inconsequential in face of imagination and mind; […]
Dun Day I sat upon an Autumn day, where brown envelops green and thought on clouds, both white and grey that reflected then my dreams. But answers, still elusive, swayed in secret through my mind, with hollow sound in echoes played to cast a beat behind. So stranded then, in mottled glar ‘neath […]
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