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’. […]
Summary from a Dark Place The patchwork sky is undecided, hold or release Trees wait patiently, and shuffle in anticipation Troubled minions flit and fight, almost oblivious As the World turns Unabated The wireless whispers that which I already know Miles from here Strong clammy stained hands clutch at life Steal it away The […]
A Floral Gift From Indecency manifest A screaming silence fills the dust-choked air As shocked countenance stares from one to the ether, The whispers held in hearts plead with Fate, its cruel design Distorting the innocent beauty inherent in those not here long, Or long enough, as ruptured tomorrows lie vacant and still. The terrifyingly […]
This piece of verse from resident poet, A.D. is formed in the Extract Poetry style. In this method, the verse is shaped to seem as if it is an excerpt taken from a larger piece of writing. The ellipsis is often used at the beginning, middle or end. Status Report … and the meek will […]
Paying Lip Service to Decency Superficial democracy, Specious freedoms, Packaged in materialism And wrapped in choking ribbons Of accumulating debt; Presented to a gullible populace Blinded by sinister concessions To the worst excesses Of the Human Condition. […]
The Free Market Without Food The Capitalist’s plump paws pinched his purse tightly as he looked at me, forlorn. I’m well-fed but hollow, he said, But I can’t stop what I am. And the greasy tears swept down His shiny bloated face And the insatiable desires gripped fiercely As he shuddered violently And shook […]
Breasts of Waste Quietly steal among the skips and breasts of waste to greet the moral cognoscenti who hide from wretched truth their place copper-fastened in a species drunk on self-centred obsession fucked with selfish desires and masturbatory ambition wilfully ignorant as society steals decency and makes haste to fill the skips the residence of […]
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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