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Best Poems Written by John Passant

Below are the all-time best John Passant poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Goodbye

Goodbye

The pen is alone, even with me
Writing is a frown,
Written upside down
And yet we escape with others’ words,
And our own,
From this life into reality

From misery to what?
Sometimes love, often hate
We await our fleeing
For the reality that isn’t
From their reality that is

Books and poems save us
Reality enslaves us
Poetry can free us
Allow my thoughts to fly
And me with them
Into our goodbye
Goodbye

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The New Normal

The new normal

Welcome to the new normal in Australia
This land of sweeping plain politicians
In the face of hot and cold situations
Getting hotter and colder
Not just here, but globally

And we supply coal to the world
Lying straight faced about meeting our targets
Well, not me, but the profit mongers
And their mates in the big bubble
Making decisions based on returns
For the polluters and the rest of the exploiters

And therein lies the solution to their new normal
System change to address climate change
Revolution is the only solution
To their profit and pollution
Revolt, now, in our millions

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Their Climate Reigns

Their climate reigns

This is a land of fires
And more fires of late
Too late?

The heating earth is fuelled by gases
We keep on producing
And by we I mean them

The owners of oil
Force us to toil
For their gain

We do it again, and again
And consume their products
To get to work

And feed our families
And pay the rent
We cannot sleep in a tent

Yet their offerings leave us little
Other than crumbs from their table
And a bucket full of their spittle

The summer heat is coming quick
An anomaly says a government prick
And smiles that beam of dishonesty

While we protest
They begin to suppress us
And strap their vests

To flee
But they cannot escape their change
Only their climate reigns

John Passant 6 November 2019

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The Glass Is Empty

The glass is empty

The wine is mine,
Grape grown to mould the mind
And destroy the soft sells of company
‘I like thee not’ it screams
And with those shouts
It doubts my dreams.

Those of yesterday, what can we say?
Are gone, all gone? Or remain,
Reliving daily pain?
Today’s, distraught on thought,
Take aim at future and the past
While tomorrow’s walk awry,
Shedding tears and causing cry
There is no why but being there

I sip the mull, mellowed in its mastery
To contemplate the passing mystery
And in the glass held truth,
Verity escapes,
The uncouth, dishevelled, rambling
Homeless as the mind of wine made clean
For all that is unseen,
Comes forth in bursts, staggering
To find the feet of victory
Or defeat in alchemy
The glass is empty, and there is no more.

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To My Nurses

To my nurses

Your work has saved me
Restoring my humanity
Keeping me functioning, sort of
As a human being

After 65 years of stumbling
Not to walk is humbling, and a set back
But I can talk, and read, and write
And I do, computer nearby
It is my life, with thanks to you

And your constant good work
Giving meaning to my immediate world
And hope to an immobile man
You have looked after me
Every day for four months

Your care is a god-send
I will mend, I promise you
My mind has done that already
My body wants to, but cannot
That is my lot

And yours is to help those, like me
Who need the comfort of reality
And you give us that, all the time
There is no rhyme
That can capture my gratitude
This will have to do
Thank you

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For Our Freedom

For our freedom

My world is dying
Death becomes her
Or suits her

Her? What machismo is this?
The fake masculinity that rises from
Their system of profit

It is changing
From male bosses
To male bosses and some women
An equal opportunity that keeps ravaging us
As workers, women and men
In the name of more money
For them
To reinvest in more capital
And more exploitation

There is no end
Unless we do it, ourselves
Rising together against
The bosses
Our gains, their losses

Rejoice, a new world is coming
I hear it drumming
At their fences
Hence their tenseness

Rejoice, revolt
Two words of wisdom
So far unheeded
But oh so needed
Until we act
For our freedom
For our freedom

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The Time Is Now

The time is now

This morning I rose, of sorts
The sun came up too
Without my hoist and sling
That’s the thing

And the sunshine rings its bell
Among the fires darkening their hell
As our temperature rises
Our is you and me
All of us,

This part we play on earth
Life, death, birth
In various orders or disorders
We record each event with posts
To avoid our hosts
Unknown, unseen,
The epitome of mean
And evil

They seem natural
In their role of boss
As the climate changes
It is our loss, not theirs
They and their heirs
Look for new ways of profiting
Among the green filled bath
And we fall for their 
Almost every time

No more, here is their door
The new Marie Antoinettes will get no more
Than they deserve
To preserve our very nature
We need a new one
Come, the time is nigh
The time is now

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Woke Or Woken

Woke or woken?

I am a middle-class player
So some politicians say
Not in so many words
But in their interesting way

You’ve heard it, haven’t you?
The ravings of some pure, enlightened and woke capital-city greeny
So our deputy ruler said
At least I am not brain dead I thought
Caught between reality and their world
Woke I guess to their untruths
Where disbelief governs
And smothers all others
Including me, and you

Their coven accepts no members without money
Millions give way to billions
We wage earners know our place
And live our lives resigned to a space
That contradicts our daily life
I must be off my face
Such words are madness are they not, woke greenie?

Just a middle-class thinker
Who hankers for a world
Of democracy where we workers run the joint
And share the wealth we create
With love, not hate
It is too late perhaps
But what would I know?
A pure, enlightened and woke capital-city greeny
I wear your insults as a badge of pride
There is nowhere to hide, politicians and the billionaires
We care, they do not
Get rid of the lot

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The Smoke

The smoke

Smoke engulf us
Your smoke, Prime Minister
Born of climate and change
My rage knows its new bounds
Found in truth

You deny that reality
The reality of life, ordinary life
But what would you know of our existence?
In your bubble of denial
A river of lies flow
Media unchallenged
Because you have power
How?

How could these deniers win?
My head swims, at the liars in charge
And the Official Opposition
Like my urine tube
But not even as useful as
This pissing machine
Full of it, and 

Oh Australia, oh world
We stride closer and closer
To the end of all
I cannot breath well
This is your hell, PM

It will not end well
Unless we rise up
Our day is coming
Must come
Then they and their change are done

If it does not
We are over
Their we and our we
Free, of all humanity,
Of ourselves
Or free of them
And then to reclaim life, living and humanity
Oh to be free
Free from climate change
From exploitation
Truly free, can we be?

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Fight For Freedom

Fight for freedom

I dreamt we cut their heads off
The counter-revolutionaries who resisted
The rising of the masses

Their era ended
Our liberation began
Then reality time chimes in
Is this new world at hand?

Not in my land,
Nor in others fighting back
A party is what we lack
Leading, feeding, reflecting
Our thirst for freedom
From exploitation and oppression
And to democracy

Being free
Is not a state of mind
But of systemic change
And a new reality
Join us, join me
In this fight for our liberty