THE PEASANTS REVOLT

 

I am tired writing this blog, no mind’s eye

Aphantasia was aphantastic, I have always

Had the ability to think the right way round

Pity the world can’t see their inner being

To busy looking out beyond themselves.

 

The answer is on the tip of your tongue

It comes from within the real power

Is in you but you can’t see, one day?

 

I’m tired battling sentimentality

You can’t see negative capability.

Keats was tired too at the flaw

In happiness, on the day you  kick

Yourselves for wasting centuries

Wasting humanity.

 

its all going down the drain

and you still say its biblical,

a man in a dress tells you what

to do, predators, Popes priests

princes presidents sexually

abuse your children.

 

It makes me sick and you call

This humanity, when will you

Stand up to these billionaire’s

Who think they are above

The law of the land. Another

Peasant revolt is overdue.

 I know I am rewriting this magic moment over and over in a different form but

this is all I have.

EVERY TIME I REMEMBER

A LITTLE MORE THANX

POETRY LIKE SUNSHINE IS FREE

{The intangible essence}

 

Peter returned home to his life on well-fare

Armed with a pile of library books, He went

To the local tech to see about a creative

Writing class, he showed the tutor a list

Of contemporary writers he wanted to read.

Kavanagh, Lowell, Kerouac and the beat poets

Yeats etc. the girl said the course centers on

Classical literature like Virgil, Shakespeare etc.

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