Climate Emergency

A poem from 2019

Rich people

Telling poor people

With anger

And condescension

“You are using too much

Of the Earth’s resources!!!”

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White Feather

A poem from 2019

While I slept she pondered 

Shall I scratch him? 

Shall I tickle him? 

Shall I make him sneeze?

Lacking the power to move 

She lay still and mourned

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Officer Dibble

A poem from 2019

Beat the beat

Tread the beat

Be a cop

Be a friend

Dance with wolves

Dance with thieves

Be a social worker

Be a paperworker

Put your feet up on the job

Eat your burgers in the car

Watch the world as crimes go by

Turn a blind eye

Show us your sensitive side

The gangs ain’t what they used to be

Be a social starlet

Help me cross the road

Downhearted, lying in a trash can

You just can’t win

There’s never enough evidence to get a conviction

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Wind Taking Cherry Blossom

A poem from 2019

Wind,

In company embarrassing

Excruciating, holding it in

Taking,

Care to let it pass quietly

Slowly, in the hope

There will be no telltale smell

Cherry,

Would be a more pleasant aroma

Than sulphurous, Hell-borne gases

But all would still know what we’d done

Blossom,

You fall to the floor in genuine relief

I bet you didn’t see this coming

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Party Pooper

A poem from 2019

You shouldn’t have invited me

Because it was inevitable that

I would just sit there, bored

With a face like a wet weekend

Saying nothing because the music

Is just so ridiculously loud that

Nobody can hear you speaking

And you can’t hear them

And I will just sit here finding ways

To pass the time until I can leave

With a face like thunder 

Having spent enough time of torture

So I can exit the building 

With my head hung low

Knowing I fulfilled my duty

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Puppy Dog Eyes

A poem from 2019

She is a sucker for punishment

She can’t help herself

No matter how much he screws up

Annoys or upsets her

She can’t stay mad at him for long

It’s that look

That mocking look

That innocent face look

That I love you really with my fingers crossed behind my back look

It sickens us to see her made a fool of again

And again and again

Peter Piper

A poem from 2019

If you really want to know

“Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?”

Why get your knickers in a twist?

Why not just ask him?

But Peter Piper’s in a daze

In an alcoholic haze

Tied his tongue into a knot

“Pickled? Peppers?” He forgot

So keep on searching

Keep on wondering

Keep on stumbling

Keep on bumbling

It will remain a mystery

#SadFace

Catnip

A poem from 2019

Against the odds and every expectation

I am drawn to you, not kicking, not screaming

But in a daze of reason and instinct

I am giddy with delight and no longer acting naturally

Let me curl up and rest with a smile and a stretch

Places Change

A poem from 2019

Times change

We are reminded of what was past

Twists and turns

History dies

Places change

We forget what was past

Our smartphones

This is real

Stony silence

A magnificent past

Progress in chains

A facade

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A Relic

A poem from 2019

Detritus we find

A former life, encased

A relic, holy?

On display, with no plastic in sight

Keep it airtight

To stare at and talk about

A conversation starter

A conversation killer

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