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Better Safe Than Sorry
BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Come hell or high water
I’ve learnt over the years
Better to go short sleeved
Stand-in (30b)
STAND-IN
Affection
Love’s bastard brother
A fine thing
In its place
But if used to replace it
Disaster ensues
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A Season In Edge Hill (Repost)
A SEASON IN EDGE HILL
Self-important piddling patchwork college,
peddling half-regurgitated rote knowledge;
chiselling chaste gems into brute ashlar;
live surging forest stripped for lumber cash.
All of a piece: “Sit down, don’t rock the boat”.
Sing up: “Graded brains keep us in power”.
You know the drill. “Do keep up at the back!”
“Hands up if you know the answer.” “Miss!” “Sir!”
Meaninglesswhile in the college canteen
(“Starved a lot, blah, blah”; cabbage days again)
running dogs and other wage slaves drivel,
drone, mimic windmills uncomprehending,
grinning at their own expense, face polished
shiny, shiny, aloof, above all that,
admiring Handsome in smooth-tongued mirrors,
accolading lucky fortunate one.
What can I say? A dickens of a place.
Lancashire’s tundra; bleak without the house.
Overgenerous to call if half-life
One man arrived and only stayed for tea …
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A page of personal history.
A Sip At The Apple And Snake
A SIP AT THE APPLE AND SNAKE
Drawn to that old tavern by the harbour
By the whimsy of its swinging sign
A round or two … and then
A well honed long-sword
Sweetened with honey
Slips into a tasty place
Without a tasteful name
Unsure whose deserts though
And lightless, we stroll a while
Down by the river’s cracked mouth
Where it lies, drained and heedless
As if long exhausted of truths
Bleeding its leavings and residues
Back into a dried up and deserted sea
A Season In Edge Hill
A SEASON IN EDGE HILL
Self-important piddling patchwork college,
peddling half-regurgitated rote knowledge;
chiselling chaste gems into brute ashlar;
live surging forest stripped for lumber cash.
All of a piece: “Sit down, don’t rock the boat”.
Sing up: “Graded brains keep us in power”.
You know the drill. “Do keep up at the back!”
“Hands up if you know the answer.” “Miss!” “Sir!”
Meaninglesswhile in the college canteen
(“Starved a lot, blah, blah”; cabbage days again)
running dogs and other wage slaves drivel,
drone, mimic windmills uncomprehending,
grinning at their own expense, face polished
shiny, shiny, aloof, above all that,
admiring Handsome in smooth-tongued mirrors,
accolading lucky fortunate one.
What can I say? A dickens of a place.
Lancashire’s tundra; bleak without the house.
Overgenerous to call if half-life
One man arrived and only stayed for tea …
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A page of personal history.
Dissent Is The Only Decent Response
Oct 12
Posted by Ben Naga
DISSENT IS THE ONLY DECENT RESPONSE
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
This world is run by lies, by greed and fear and trickery.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Everywhere is conflict, bigotry, racism and sexism.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
“They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.”
“The life of the poor and the life of the Queen
When looked at in contrast both seem quite obscene,”
Says Alice. “I may know, but I do not approve.”
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This is part of Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108
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Tags: Bigotry, Disaffection, Fear, Greed, Injustice, Lies, Racism, Sexism, Social commentary