REALITY HUNGRY
When others’ joy is merely peering over the wall
Those who relish real experiences, good and bad
The taste of life’s disappointments is as bitter gall
But for the lucky few, the best they’ve ever had
Sometimes life can feel empty, like nothing at all
There is always surplus time and room to be sad
Perhaps by hitting the brakes the engine will stall
And for that sudden quiet one may even be glad
Hearing echoes of footsteps along an empty hall
This may be the first sign that one is going mad
One realises being alone can make one feel small
And would not have been mentioned in the Iliad
Life is not always about having a masquerade ball
Take a breath, ignore what may be the latest fad
Yet for most, the same routine each day can pall
Especially when finding oneself to be armour clad
Brexit Sonnet No. 26
‘It’s you must Brexit kick’
What will be done at Brexit’s final tack,
As doors and ears and eyes do closeth shut?
Why have we set our clock on backward track,
To push our crippled cart through backwoods rut?
When will this demented set of mixed up notions,
Be dumped in history’s rotting landfill site?
How can this politic, this rage that crosses oceans,
Be stopped; no more our children’s lives to blight.
Where to make your voice of protest heard,
Your choice, there’s more than just a page to turn.
Who can lead us, armour clad and spurred?
For he or she that pricks intent we yearn.
Enquired I have from honest serving six,
But truth be told, it’s you must Brexit kick.
©Keith Murphy