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

Everyone's Hearts Were Clapping
Saturday, 28 March 2020 10:54

Everyone's Hearts Were Clapping

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onavirusEveryone’s Hearts Were Clapping by Owen Gallagher Everyone stood outside their front door.As the clock struck eight they began to clap slowly as if someone was coming on stage but as more in the street joined in, they clapped louder and louder as if they were freeingsomething within, perhaps a…
In The White Man’s Clinic
Wednesday, 25 March 2020 08:31

In The White Man’s Clinic

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On the day the Irish government announced they are (for the duration of the crisis) incorporating all private hospitals into the public health system, Kevin Higgins offers this poem in memoriam of Ireland's two tier health system which will hopefully never come back. It was inspired by a private hospital,…
Coronavirus: Retrospect 2040
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 24 March 2020 10:23

Coronavirus: Retrospect 2040

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Coronavirus: retrospect 2040 by Christopher Norris It’s twenty years ago and moreCoronavirus hit.It hit the sick, it hit the poor,And shares went quickly through the floor,But we said ‘wait a bit, why notStay calm and wait a bit?’. For we saw how it just might go,This re-run of old scenesThat…
Resurging
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 16 March 2020 15:16

Resurging

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David Betteridge presents a major new long poem, a meditation on last December's setback to the socialist Left. Illustrations are by his longtime friend and collaborator, Bob Starrett, official artist at the Upper Clyde Shipyard Work-In in 1972. RESURGING In memory of Albert Marsden, Scunthorpe steelworker, trade union official, community…
Politics and Poetry
Thursday, 05 March 2020 10:57

Politics and Poetry

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Politics and Poetry: two views by Chris Norris They ask me: why the antique style?Why have them rhyme and scan?Why fiddle while Rome burns, or whileOur lives go down the pan? It’s rough-house stuff, the stuff we need,Red-hot with scorn and rage,Not stuff for owlish types to readOff some age-yellowed…
The Shipping Forecast
Monday, 02 March 2020 15:18

The Shipping Forecast

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The Shipping Forecast by Kevin Higgins Back when the three giant liners,Britannia, Eurasia, and Sweet Land of Libertyweren’t all simultaneously taking on tonnes of water,you didn’t have to thinkabout what makes them float. After loading your gut at the buffetwith more prawns and chocolate cheesecakethan it could be trusted to…
Brexit Music
Monday, 02 March 2020 12:58

Brexit Music

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Brexit Music (After Louis MacNeice) by P. W. Bridgman It’s no go the cavernous yawns, its no go sermons in Chinglish.All we want is a Sunday jaunt to a bar where the barmaids aren’t Polish.Young Vicar Ng’s lost half the flock; his wife’s gone over to Rome.After 17 hours of…
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