Poetry

Poetry

It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care to act,
it starts when you do it again after they said no,
it starts when you say we and know who you mean,
and each day you mean one more.

Marge Piercy

Matt Abbott
Sunday, 19 February 2017 19:09

Pick up a pen and speak out

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It was a couple of weeks after my 18th birthday, and I was on the coach back from a political rally in London. It was either anti-cuts or anti-war, I’m not entirely sure, but safe to say it attracted those of us on the left of the political spectrum. On…
I belong
Saturday, 21 January 2017 16:32

I belong

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white privileges upon a turquoise thresholdI hold on to you tightersensing shifts I stroke these momentsof damaged velvet withdesperate need hearing you breatheno longer I and youno longer black and white I wish I could seewith your eyeswalk with your privileges I swallow my wordslike glass become tangledin sheets of…
Maple Leaf
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 18 January 2017 09:39

A Coverlet of Green: In Memoriam John Berger

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A COVERLETOF GREEN by David Betteridge The bare and barren treecan be made green again...- Antonio Gramsci ¶ A boy cried.His bedside cup,brimful with milkbefore he slept, was emptynow, at morning-time.Not one drop he'd drunk.How, then, no milk? The culprit mouse,her creamy lips a give-away,felt sorry for the boy.And still…
Like Mother
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 16 January 2017 16:17

Like Mother

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Like Mother by Nadia Drews Settle down, bottom set, poor concentration, what do you expect?Failed tests, predictable results, staying behindred linesLife viewed through windows in the sticks ,drizzling with tears of spilling pissClinging like dribble to chins of grizzling kids, you didn’t do what the other girls didTossed like crossings…
I am pleased to congratulate Mr. Trump
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 14 November 2016 17:19

I am pleased to congratulate Mr. Trump

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I Am Pleased To Congratulate On Behalf Of The People Of Irelandafter Enda Kenny by Kevin Higgins Donald J. Duck on his election as forty fifth, and possibly final,President of that great entity traditionally known as the UnitedStates which, admittedly,by the time he’s finished with it,will likely be called something…
Sure
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 14 November 2016 08:43

Sure

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Sure by Fred Voss It is the morning after Donald Trump was elected president of the United States and I am at my machine and I grip my machine’s handlewith my palmthe steel handle is still solid and hardagainst my soft flesha racist hate-filled egomaniac dictatorial sexual predator swindler infant…
as if they are normal folk
Wednesday, 02 November 2016 15:33

as if they are normal folk

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as if they are normal folk by Jane Burn Shops.      Imagine them wanting shops.       Wanting to buy stuff      as if they are normal folk.      Wanting to be just like us,     with our popping out for bread and milk,      fags, sweets, bsicuits, pop. Whatever.      Imagine them needing food like that.      Libraries.     …
Sunday, 16 October 2016 14:56

It Ain't Me, Bob

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Heathcote Williams suggests that the latest recipient of the Nobel prize for literature is guilty of cultural identity theft. A then unknown and insecure folk singer looking to forge an identity for himself latched onto Dylan’s name and by assuming it, Robert Allen Zimmerman saw a way of securing for himself…
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