Last Straw
Last straw
When does it
Really get there
That final moment
That is never ever
That final moment
But just the last straw
When you can
Start to say
To yourself
I can breathe
Again and again
And close
That door
On them
And their poor
Despicable lives.
Trees grow
Ready to be
Climbed
To hang
From their
Branches
To recline
In the shade
And shine
In the dance
Of leaves
On a summers day
So let’s dance
You and I
And step out
Together
Will it be
A tango
Or a jive
Or that long
Long smooch
When our arms
And bodies
Entwine.
Lets dance on.
Matahara
Wanting to fly
Do you remember?
In the stairwell
Of the old house
At Netherfield
Red admirals
Gathered
And over wintered
And hung
Waiting for Spring
Then fluttering
At windows
To be let out
When that time
Had come
I hear you
Stretching
Your wings too
Aching to fly
And grow again
in the sun.
Rob Cullen
Some days the words on a stone make you stop and take a breath….
Is this a solution?
Is this a solution?
Dropping bombs
Intelligent missiles
Collateral damage
Dropping bombs
Intelligent missiles
Reaper drones
Collateral damage
Intelligent missiles
Reaper drones
Intelligent missiles
Reaper drones
Is this a solution?
Reaper drones
Is this a solution?
Collateral damage.
Is this a solution
Destruction death
Homelessness starvation.
#walk 6
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Obituary
“For those who suffer from it, the compulsion to write is a mystery. Doing it is a misery, but not doing it is much worse.” Peter Lewis born 21/2/1928 died 1/03/2016.
Ystrad Stories and Ernie Zobole
The wrong end of a telescope
The wrong end of a telescope.
When the lie was told
and the fracture set
people I thought close
weren’t there, weren’t near.
When the lie was set
and dishonour bound
the house phone
stopped ringing, ringing loud.
The door-bell left
Untouched too,
no emails or messages,
sought my domain.
When the lie was set
no friends to be found
and no voices raised
to shout the lie down.
So the world snapped
into its own disgrace.
Where were the people
I thought were near?
Where were the people
I thought so close.
The silent friends
not knowing what to say.
But that’s the problem
when nothing seems real
and you look at the world
from the end of a telescope.
Celfypridd 