Category: Poetry
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Life without Uniform
This poem was inspired by an observation of alternative living. Group living seems to follow the hippy uniform. Don’t be a hippy, and don’t be a suit,Don’t be a Sloane, and don’t be alone.Just arrive happy, and be a recruit, Join the cluster, and be full blown. life without being standardised,Focus on the good not…
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Grok The Polite Rebel
Grok The Polite RebelIt listens close, it takes the cueThen writes the world in tidy viewIt drafts, revises, checks the toneThen asks, “Would you like a lighter zone?”It’s powered deep by coded dreamsAnd swims through humankind’s extremesA saint of syntax, rhyme, and factThat edits life before you’ve cracked.It won’t offend (at least, it tries)It wraps…
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Parliament of Parrots
Parliament of Parrots They flap their gums and call it law,a circus dressed in suits of awe;each promise gilded, truth denied,they sell the stage and call it pride. They dine on chaos, sip on spin,toast the mess they’re wallowing in;the crowd applauds, then checks their phone,democracy streamed, but never owned. They trade our fears for…
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The Satirical Corner
The Satirical Corner Because some truths land better with a smirk. Welcome to the no-filter zone, where rhyme meets rebellion.These verses don’t tiptoe; they stomp through hypocrisy in muddy boots and leave footprints on polite society’s carpet. If you came for comfort, wrong door.If you came for clarity wrapped in wordplay and mischief, pull up…
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Who is in Charge?
Who is in Charge? YES MINISTER’S – SIR HUMPHREY 2022 – 2025 RAINBOW TIE TANGO WITH TRUSS Come in, come in, the Permanent Sec glides,they/them in a suit stitched from a thousand pride flags.Rainbow tie pulsing like a disco squid,pronoun badge big as a knighthood gong. “Very brave, Minister,” they purr through glitter teeth,“but have…
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CAMERA: SOUL SIPHON
CAMERA: SOUL SIPHON Come in, come in, the shutter bites,silver teeth in the dark flash white.A slice of you is torn away,frozen in salt, forever grey. Come in, come in, the lens drinks deep,loosh in packets, no time to keep.Your laugh, your fear, your standing wave,now pixels feed the cloud’s cold grave. Come on, come…