community, creative writing, M.E, Poetry

Their Final Performance: ProtestNICE4ME

Image reads: THEIR FINAL PERFORMANCE 1.1.   Who better than those who profess to know minds to twist our actions? Those that have plundered the void to plug with their confidence (tricks). To keep those of us blighted by secrets locked tight in our cells bombarded by their (un)veiled attacks. To call us the aggressors in their… Continue reading Their Final Performance: ProtestNICE4ME

creative writing, Hope, Social change, Spirituality

Mission 2021

Image reads: Mission 2021: If my liberty means the incarceration of others, I am not free. If my prosperity means the poverty of others, I have no riches. If my success means the failure of others, I have not achieved. If my wellbeing means the sickness of others, I cannot heal. Until we are all… Continue reading Mission 2021

creative writing, M.E, Poetry, words

P/o/EM

The Kings Library at the British Library, one of my sacred spaces. Photo: K Sivapalan 2018 Free to use I wrote the poem below twelve days ago now. People with M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) will recognise the play on a familiar term we use in my title - PEM, which is short for Post-Exertional Malaise. This… Continue reading P/o/EM

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

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, 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)