A broom is a flight of fancy
at the witching hour
A machine gun uncased
in peril, it’s power
Waltzing Matilda
on the ballroom floor
Sweeps me away
~ with so much more
Categories:
uncased, dance, imagination, metaphor, strength,
Form: Personification
wonderful met
friends of leaving mate
treasured sets
mystery of cherishing faith
how wished could it let
if we let go even with ennui.
for better and not worst
a salaam to our golden threshold
let us smile by good of morning been so awake..
one day we shall miss without a kiss...
why not be,
a pride of happiness uncased
groom of bridal at-ease
for one day we be called deceased
so shall one say `rest in peace
salaam ya mate
we again never hate
lets tie our love without a bait
and remain forever friends as we bet
for Our God be the Glory....
Categories:
uncased, friendshipday,
Form: I do not know?
Twitching limply atop an Ulster lamppost
Like a hung man, legs kicking in spasm at the last seconds of life
Its bigoted purpose now spent and now abandoned to the elements
No longer recognisable as the flag of union, a rag, a disgrace
Its fate summarises the fall of a culture that once honoured it
A proud nation of proud men, of starched collars and stiff upper lip
Colonially pink maps on schoolroom walls bore testament to empire
An empire won and lost when the map turned from pink to red
Up and at ’em lads! For King and country! Hold the banner high!
Ypres and the Somme, regiments of the brave under one colour
The twitching curtains of multi-culture now fearful of the emblem
The emblem of abhorrence uncased by those not qualified to fly it
Patriotism, a narrow path parting pride from prejudice
Defined by a flag, one duplicitous fluttering cloth, a split personality
Now the badge of hooligan, xenophobe and pop diva
Courage now gone, bleached by sun, washed by rain…atop an Ulster lamp post
Categories:
uncased, history, nostalgia, political, social,
Form: Free verse