I object, I really do
It’s really very basic
This farcical bally-ho
A universal Lasik
Might just bring us happiness
This path we’re on to reject
And let us now reassess
This mess, to which I object
Counselling and Mindfulness
Psychology, counselling, mental health issues, writing, poetry – and maybe more
So they asked, 'What's love got to do with it?' And I smiled as I thought of my reply Love, of course, is where all our answers sit Even if, most often, we don't know why Romantic love, the eros, takes control It's a selfish, desperate need-me love A piece of me to justify, inscroll Your life fitting mine like perfection's glove We can take solace in the refuge of Family love, the storge of Ancient Greek Or hold on tight to phileo, thereof The heart of friendship, when life seems less bleak But agapé is the crowning glory Love unconditional, tell your story
Don’t fob me off with your toxic con
Soft Brexit is an oxymoron
We grin and lay down our hearts-filled flush
Then see the game is blackjack, and blush
Well now, there’s the rub
The price for talking politics with some guy in a pub
Waiting for this moment to pass
For someone to rescue us from this morass
Christmas used to be so simple
A stroll though the supermarket
Of plastic race tracks and
Pink wooden ovens
Of lego blocks
And lego friends
and lego Star Wars
and lego Potter
Now it’s getting more complex
With v-bucks and
iTunes credit
and travel and lessons
and a million hopes and dreams.
I’m less and less convinced
That I can pull off the Santa thing
This year.
BRAVE
Fearless
Selflessness
Never gave it a thought
Did what I knew I ought
Stepped up, cried out ‘This is wrong!’
“The right thing, not the easy thing”
I found the form here, on Shadow Poetry
The lazy conflation of want and need
Consumerism’s ever-open maw
The thoughtless idolisation of greed
Self-sacrifice on the alter of more
Our bellies full with abligurition
Starvation remains for too many poor
It’s lack of food, lack of nutrition
Failure to meet a basic human need
Hunger for stuff will destroy us indeed
Quests don’t have to be publicised
Unsung heroes can stay that way
I have no need of applause, vacuous or otherwise
Each challenge risen to is its own reward
Talk to me of gratitude and being
Let go of the banging drum
Out with the needless praise and the hollow ‘like’
Unfriend those vexations to the spirit
Disconnect from the constant noise
I’m enjoying playing with new poetry forms. This one’s a Florette. The rhyme scheme is a,a,b,a, and the meter is 8,8,8,12. The
fourth line has a requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, which I quite like, on syllable 8. The prompt for this one was ‘a disaster poem‘.
The shrill alarm of wakening Banishes the dream, preventing A return to enfolding sleep His limbs obey like mindless sheep, mind-state changing A bleary face cold-splashed awake A stretch and a yawn ease the ache Day begins as ev'ry other Body pulls itself together, new day, retake Downstairs, en-robed, all good so far Kitchen, kettle and breakfast bar All he needs now is the coffee He opens the cupboard to see the empty jar
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