Consumption, M.E, mental health

Defective

New poem for ME Awareness Month 2021. I wanted to write something that reflects the frustration of being dismissed, ignored & gaslighted because we cannot be "good productive members" of a consumerist economy. Seems apt to post this on International Workers Day too. For more information on living with M.E or caring for someone with… Continue reading Defective

change, Hope, Poetry, storytelling

The Frog and the Scorpion Part II

It maybe part of our nature but we can still change. *** The frogs and the scorpions gathered side by side as they watched their beloved kin sink beneath the rushing flow of the river. The frogs bowed their heads and turned away from the scorpions. “Please!” said the scorpions. “Do not leave us. Now… Continue reading The Frog and the Scorpion Part II

Poetry, Politics

A cross (blue) tick

I was reflecting today on how recent events in US election have unfolded, the current encumbent in the role of US President, and the presence of social media that runs through the whole thing. There is a term that is used to describe someone who incites others to commit violence. Stochastic. It originally related to… Continue reading A cross (blue) tick

change, creative writing, Gratitude, Poetry, Politics, Social change

Hope-elect

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

change, creative writing, Gratitude, Poetry, Politics, Social change

Hope-elect

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

creative writing, Poetry, Politics, words

Rule of Three

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

change, Climate change, Hope, Poetry, Politics, Social change

Sustainable Solidarity

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

change, creative writing, Poetry, Politics, Social change, storytelling

Reminding The Forgotten

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

creative writing, Gratitude, Meditation, mental health, Poetry, Self-care, Truth and Perspective

The Bird gets the Worm

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

creative writing, Poetry, Politics, social media, storytelling, Truth and Perspective

The Search for Truth (Poem)

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)