Standing on busy Pilkington avenue
Rain as sky tears full of rage
Moth- men in cages
Zoom past all of them sages
Sending post cards of themselves
To their egos.
Karl Marx house in Trier.
Know you where it is,
Abode of wisdom today we live,
Renown for industrial change?
Labour unite...still remember the say?
Man! It is a place to be,
Athenaeum of global change,
Rare to find in somewhere else,
X-rays of wars on man and growth.
Herein philosophy lived,
On the table under the tree he wrote,
Uniform of the legend intact in’robe,
Spoons and forks that fed the brain,
Excellent works of yester years.
In the anthology photos speak;
No to exploitation is all they say.
This environment beauty to behold,
Roman empire relics here and there;
In Karl Marx house in Trier,
Eyes have many to learn:
Respectable mount of thought.
I got a reply on "Leather Jacket"
Karl Howard is the name
Telling me I have a chance in the poetry contest
With links just the same.
That person doesn't exists
On Soup that I can see
But some of my poems are gone
Does anyone else have this problem...or just me?
Don't scream about equality;
life's unfair, that's reality;
just do the very best you can
to truly be a worthy man.
Productive work and mind, said Marx,
beget the humanizing sparks;
self-worth and self-respect, said Rand,
can make this place a better land !
alone in the world
with no-ones soft touch
when no-one cares
but i need it so much
without you here i,m split in two
without you and me
i,m only half here
i move in motion as each day passes by
knowing in my mind
that i must get by
That night, when the air was an azure army,
a tempter, a civil delight,
We stood blowing kisses
(the wind stood there with us)
on your porch lit by fire bug light
The night settled sweet right above us,
your street in a bath of a contrary glow
and we spoke (how we spoke)
'till the sun almost woke up
and melted us back into snow...