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

Tuesday, 03 December 2019 19:34

The election: Free for All

Written by Sally Flint

in Poetry

Free for All IM of Doll Warner by Sally Flint Before she turned ten they called her Little Mother. The oldest of eleven siblings, she knew about ailments – how to attach string tight to a doorknob and extract a tooth. She could tempt a TB victim with broth and…

Monday, 02 December 2019 09:39

The election: Govesy's Dream

Written by Chris Nash

in Poetry

Govesy’s Dream -Take control (Aka The Revolution will be Live)dedicated to Gill Scott Heron by Chris Nash, with image by Martin Gollan There’s a Tory on my doorstepAh what you gonna to do?I’m gonna talk that sucker down, I’m gonna talk that sucker roundI’m gonna confront that toryTill he’s red…

Thursday, 28 November 2019 19:27

The election: the intern

Written by Martin Hayes

in Poetry

the intern by Martin Hayes the intern brought in to help the HR departmentorganise the warning letters and counselling session minutes that they leave in big piles on their desks not having the time to tidy them away into the staff’s filesbecause they’re too busy writing up warning letters or…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 27 November 2019 22:34

The election: England in 2019

in Poetry

Written by Alan Morrison

England in 2019After Shelley By Alan Morrison A nonagenarian white-gloved QueenGrimaces assent to her sixth cousin twice Removed, now prime minister number fifteenOf her longest reign resigned (but noSigns of resigning) and only the secondTo whom she's related: a recently seenTrend entrenching, another silver-spoonedSprout of nepotism in our erminedDemocracy undermined,…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 22 November 2019 23:05

The election: A Slip of the Tongue

in Poetry

Written by Jim Mainland

A Slip of the Tongue by Jim Mainland Forgive me, but I rarely listen to the flagging-ship Today programme these days. However, a nonagenarianacquaintance of mine who ‘takes’, as you chaps say, the hard-right organs The Telegraph, Spectator and Mail – these days your target demographic, it would seem –…

Today BBC bias

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 13 November 2019 10:35

The election: Stockholm Syndrome

in Poetry

Written by Michael Jarvie

Stockholm Syndrome By Michael Jarvie We've been cheated and castratedBy a toff in evening dress.His name's de Pfeffel JohnsonAnd he's serving Eton mess. He's a racist and a scoundrelAnd a homophobic loon.He's a chancer and a cowardWho will dance to Donald's tune. Then there's Nigel with his roublesAnd his Russian…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 09 November 2019 11:41

The election: Voices of The Dispossessed

in Poetry

Written by Jim Aitken

Voices of The Dispossessed by Jim Aitken They robbed us of more than our land,they took away our innocenceand our way of looking at the world. They sought to destroy usby undermining our cultureand extinguishing our memory. They wish we had never beenso they can say they always were.And all…

Saturday, 09 November 2019 11:02

The election: Irises along the canal

Written by Mair De-Gare Pitt

in Poetry

Irises along the canal by Mair De-Gare Pitt Fly the flag for the menwho dug and died on these banks.Brandish your torch for their wake. Their country was work.Their time was cheap.It was bought and sold. Fly the flag for sunny days.Nod at your face in the shadowy glass.Bring a…

nationalism Trump le Pen

Wednesday, 06 November 2019 12:28

The election: Vomiticious

Written by Chris Nash

in Poetry

BJ and the One Percent Nation by Chris Nash, with cartoon by Martin Gollan So you voted with Facebook, not for the many, but the few, For ‘the BJ’, his public school, anti-establishment crew,Now thanks to an iPhone crony from Club BullingdonLet’s live-stream the election night, tax-payer celebration,The feast of…

Wednesday, 06 November 2019 09:47

To A Different Country

Written by Mike Jenkins

in Poetry

To A Different Country by Mike Jenkins We were selling ticketsfor a journey to a different country(our own, yet changed totally).At the station our flags flappedin a strange windstirring from valley to mountaindespite the frosty stillnessof another Monday morning. ‘But it’s the same old train!’moaned the half-asleepcommuters heading for the…

Thursday, 31 October 2019 08:51

Last-Ditch Bojo

Written by Chris Norris

in Poetry

Last-Ditch Bojo by Chris Norris Prime Minister Boris Johnson said on Thursday he would ‘rather be dead in a ditch’ than delay Brexit beyond next month. - Economic Times, September 6, 2019 You've done your worst, let chaos loose,And brought us close to ruin,But now you'll find it's your own…