Here we have another offering from our resident poet on Rebel Voice, A.D. In The Solipsist’s Refrain, the author touches lightly upon the profound philosophy of Solipsism, which is based upon the premise that the only fact that we can know for certain is that the individual exists. Everything else is conjecture. René Descartes once […]
The Duality of Reality I’d like to write of drifting clouds of cotton white, And wispy paths with patterns lightly Dancing through, The smiling beauty of my view. But what I see are sodden rags of misery With moisture stank that sickens me For industrial gain, And nature weeps with acid rain. […]
The Smashed Façade …the institutionalized stupor of the clambering classes… …those grabbing goons who sell their souls and sense of decency for tainted fortune, see no further than the growing, groaning noses upon their painted faces. They revel in disintegrating conscience as their tattered morals flap wildly in the gusts that tumble […]
This piece of verse comments upon the major occurrences of the poet’s life. It moves in a cryptic manner through global events coming to rest upon the tragedies that marked his life more fully than the others. “The Ten” refers to the Irish hunger strikers who were martyred in the H-block protests of 1981. […]
Institutional I spied the dais on which he stood so hued in elevation, Dispensing words upon the meek, there bowed in supplication And thought of what that platform meant, though slyly did it stay, Propelling up loquacious threats of pain on Judgement Day. His head threw back in confidence, he sought to educate […]
Upon realising there is no escaping the truth A filthy river trundles on, its greasy skin I see As a sun shines forth on an empty morn To rise the cursed in front of me. Plastic bags from branches dangle, The fruit of progress blooms, I watch, As shaken wretches stir from slumber Soiled […]
Cheques and Balances Something’s not right, correct, proper, It feels offset and out of order; As I reach for my receipt from painted nails A painted smile spits goodbye as off I go. My designer shoes feel light and soft But still not right, Yet I can’t find what ails my mind. I’ve […]
The Mystic’s Recollection By Fionn’s table, the Traveller sat In dreams, though not his own To gaze below on a tortured land Of brick and barn and bone, Where he thought sad thoughts, It was all he had, A burden carried sore That anchored deep The days passed by When afflicted cried ‘no more’. […]
This piece of verse, shown on the caption, has been provided by the Socialist Irish poet, ‘A.D.’, and speaks of the strength of the working classes as they battle to preserve their dignity and freedom in the face of that scourge of all humanity, Capitalism. Here is an updated version; Working Class Creed No specious […]
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