Earth’s future is at stake
So meet at Sharm-el-Sheikh,
Where details we debate
About warming climate.
Vague promises some make
On action they may take
Some time at later date
To control climate fate.
Past agreements some break
And their figures seem fake.
So much for world debate.
Do nowt till later date.
Categories:
nowt, environment, pollution,
Form: Rhyme
No night iz,
under moons that drip ;
in too rotten boxes,
and scurrying bones
that trip blind rats;
the spilt wine red
reflects the centuries;
you rise, immortal again:
Yet the shadow dissolves at dawn .
Categories:
nowt, dream,
Form: Imagism
THERE'S NOWT ON OUR HERM
There's a naked heathen godlet
that lodges in our hall;
one leg of his is cocked up in the air.
Does that finger pointing upwards,
on which we hang the keys,
import some noble thought, some lofty theme?
If not, one asks, how should it be construed?
Maybe it's just another case
when all that can be said is.
'If it weren't for art,
you'd call the thing damn rude.'
Then he wears a warden's helmet,
except that it's got wings
and wings he's got a-flapping at the heel.
Considering aeronautics,
I doubt he'd pass the test,
but there's a thought that never bothers Herm.
He bears a funny wand
round which snakes entwine their coils
in a way that real snakes never seem to do.
Don't ask me why they're there,
or why he walks on air.
He's a god, yes, he's a god,
and there's an end.
Categories:
nowt, art, humorous, mythology,
Form: Free verse
There's a naked heathen godlet
that lodges in our hall;
one leg of his is cocked up in the air.
Does that finger pointing upwards,
on which we hang the keys,
import some noble thought, some lofty theme?
If not, one asks, how should it be construed?
Maybe it's just another case
when all that can be said is.
'If it weren't for art,
you'd call the thing damn rude.'
Then he wears a warden's helmet,
except that it's got wings
and wings he's got a-flapping at the heel.
Considering aeronautics,
I doubt he'd pass the test,
but there's a thought that never bothers Herm.
He bears a funny wand
round which snakes entwine their coils
in a way that real snakes never seem to do.
Don't ask me why they're there,
or why he walks on air.
He's a god, yes, he's a god,
and there's an end.
Categories:
nowt, art,
Form: Free verse
Wide awake, trying to get some sleep
Remember memories that are yours to keep
Overwhelm yourself with the memories of your past
The path you used to run down as a lad
The grass you used to play on as a kid
The memories of the joyful things you did
Close your eyes and picture the massive sky
Before you had to realise the reasons why
The games you used to play in the sun
The laughter and all the hours of fun
Smell the summer air, see the glowing night
The skateboards, bikes, dares and playful fights
Camping out with friends all night
Feel the sand upon your feet
Feel the sea-don't go too deep!
When you're feeling pretty low
Close your eyes and think of times when you were not so old
Remember all those joyful things you did
When you were nowt but a little kid.
Categories:
nowt, appreciation, cheer up, child,
Form: Free verse