Sometimes most times
I prefer silence
or that quietness
that gives time to heal
todays another day
a bit like that
Inside Out
Sometimes
sometimes it feels like we’re looking out through steel bars, through bubbled glass onto dry desert and green thorns– and sometimes it is heartbreakingly beautiful and tragically dreadful all…
Source: Sometimes
Atlantic rain forest
Atlantic
rain forest
green immaculate
swaying
pouring rain
low cloud
mist glazed hills
no sun today
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. so it goes .
Je suis European!
it is because i care , explained the bear in itallics.
some have carried on regardless, their subsidy
in the post no worry at all. others brew beer
talk of older days when britain (thought it) was
great.
i feel that someone, some thing has died,
mourn here in the covers.
i do not feel so great, again today.
i wanted to be european.
a bigger picture.
sbm.
Oi it’s a flat earth! Oi OK!
It can’t be a coincidence
That the leavers
Are global warming deniers
And believe the earth is flat
So that’s the appeal
To reject experts advice
Fit facts to beliefs
Reject anything
Inconvenient
That somehow doesn’t fit
Into your flat world
So out with the new
And back with the old
Meanwhile the earth burns.
RAC
This is the song of our people
This is the song of our people
We suffer we suffer
We have cried too much
We have cried too long
And we have become lost.
But do not stir us
For we are dark dogs
We are shadow dogs
We sleep in motionless terror.
Do not speak to our hearts
Of indignities, of suffering.
Do not kindle our hatred.
Do not evoke words to spur
Our slumbering emotions.
We sleep we sleep.
(excerpt from the poem “Uncertain Times”)
RAC
A canal ran through here once?
A hidden stream runs deep
through the soil under this town.
There is the river, of course
churning through its channelled
constricted structured way.
But there is another web
of hidden streams
a ream of unwritten rivulets
that oozes in silence
beneath the stones and roadways
(excerpt from the poem “Fay”)
RAC
More divided than ever?
Celfypridd 