Kirstie Sivapalan
I'm on the midnight trainWith Georgia on my mind.There's no longer a doubt, they cast the wicked outRight down the finest of lines. I'm flying over the Arizona sunWhere it is becomimg clearHumanity has won, ego is doneCompassion and hope are near. I'm with the Brothers and Sisters of LoveFilled with dance and songThey just… Continue reading Hope-elect
They taught me in Economics that money was infinite So why do hands curse and bodies curl, in boxes overhanging the highway. If money was infinite it would find them, would it not? It would flow downstream, flushing the land with riches - fish, fowl, flowers, fancy Did it get stuck along the way? Did… Continue reading Economics Lesson
Get A Test You Know Best Keep Numbers Down For The Clown Get On Line It takes Time Drive Ninety Miles With Sick Child Don't Blame Me ‘Cause It's Free Labs Can't Cope All Shoulders Slope Heed The Phrase HandsFaceSpace All We Need Three-Word Feed Syllables Only Two Can't Not Confuse. * Rule of Six… Continue reading Rule of Three
Nations are only good for war,Parties good to divide and split.Until we work together as one,the Same will occurthe Always will stay,And only The Few will profit. ***** Short and bittersweet this week. I've been immersed in politics and reflecting on the phase our society is in. This would be what has been termed "Disaster… Continue reading Sustainable Solidarity
New poem: Reminding The Forgotten Part One * * Oh do sit down. You are spoiling my view. No-one wants to hear From the Likes of you. * Please take your rants and your large-lettered cards. And stand over there Where the other ones are: * The sad and the mad ones that couldn't quite… Continue reading Reminding The Forgotten
I'll be proud of being British whenBritish people stop being so proud of nationalism, flags, and baying in a crowdabout some ghost of Britannia whoonly ruled the wavesby exploitation, ignorance and creating their wage slaves,who greedy men had convinced all evilcame from overseas,not from profiting from disaster whenthis country was on its knees. I'll be proud of… Continue reading Pride of Britain
I could be content, if, I allowed myself to be. I could not write lists or set life goals, if I was happy, just Sitting under a big old oak tree. * I could watch the blackbird, (or is it a thrush?) as she Waits, fluffed feathers dripping, watching for the worms to hear that… Continue reading The Bird gets the Worm
The search for Truth We set out together to find it: I, scaled the hill and slid down the mountain; You, soared over the lake and stalked through the trees. * “I found it!” We both said, Grasping at the shimmering stone that had clung to the earth, wiping it clean with a sleeve. *… Continue reading The Search for Truth (Poem)
You told me to wash my hands and yet to raise them high in wanton communion, You ridiculed us as turkeys lurking and squawking whilst you traded your fortune, You told us it wouldn't matter if we were close, and we inhaled it in, deep. I did. For a whileI stopped, worrying in hope of… Continue reading Gaslight in waiting
Without realising I seem to have been preparing my second poetry collection. I haven't published my first yet but all the advice I have read or heard about writing encourages us to keep going and keep creating. The theme of my second collection will be Hope, following on from the first, Crisis. This poem, written… Continue reading Our Hopes for You
Writing and M.E. 