Monday, 15 September 2014

'The Poppy'

A visit to the tower, a sea of red,
This one hundred year centenary to commemorate the dead.
A war to end all wars, they said.
Why then one hundred years later are so many dead?

World War Two came a few years later.
The First World War to end all wars was not to be:
Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria and Israel too.
What have we learnt what can we do?

Religion and greed far outweigh the seed of the poppy,
A symbol of life given to free man from oppression and 
dictation, We have learnt nothing: there’s still depredation.

The children must learn to lay down their arms, live life in 
peace. Their young tender lives should be filled with charm,
not the ability to cause hatred and harm.

Wars bring destruction, displacement and grief.
Our politicians must install belief in human kind to live in 
peace.

 Lynn Carr

Photograph by David Rowland
























http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/first-world-war-centenary-more-than-200000-ceramic-poppies-sell-in-under-four-days-for-tower-of-london-installation-9657377.html

Lynn Carr is an ex Local Authority Councillor of South Ockendon, Essex.  She was inspired to write this poem after attending the Poppy installation at the tower of london and was moved greatly by the sight. Lynn now spends her time working on her local farm and contributing to community projects. As well as this she plans to write more poetry to channel her political views into an artistic form'

Sunday Review

Sorry about the lateness of the Sunday review. Real life got in the way a bit. Everything is fine but it was a bit busy.
Monday's poem was Burial at the Beach by Kristina England which looks at the tragedy and terror that can happen in an idyllic setting like a day at the beach. The aftermath of the event is also evoked.
Her parents dug and dug and dug. 
They are still digging,
drowned by their child’s grave,  

Tuesday's poem by Sue Norton was "Remembering James Foley"  which reminds us all of the real message of his death, not the message that his murderers want us to get.
Brother, may we remember
your passion for human rights,
not the barbarism of your death.
David R. Mellor's poem "Your So God-like (I.S)" looked at the perpetrators and demolished their justifications completely showing the vainglory behind it all.
Your bitter fame  Your moment of gory It’s not in Allah’s name
only yours
On Thursday, Phillip Johnson's poem "gloomy monday snap" pointed out some uncomfortable truth about the latest royal baby news. Philip points out the high cost of housing in London and asks who is going to pay for it.
the burdensome cost of welfare
and the addition of the spare room
(subsidy)?
Friday's poem was Rachel Gilpetti's "Oscar Pistorius Inside My Head"  which looks at the impact that this one case has had on our world. In particular the feelings of unease it can engender.
I don’t know what anyone is thinking.
Unless I’m having one of those days when I can read people’s minds.
I join the train of ants marching across a log.
 
I hope you all have a good week, keep sending in your submissions, there's plenty going on.
 

Friday, 12 September 2014

'Oscar Pistorius Inside My Head'

When I’m caught up in my thoughts,
the earth opens and eats me like an ant.
Thoughts work together to form sculptures.
 
What are Oscar Pistorius’ thoughts?
Oscar’s thoughts are built into a horrible red sculpture.
It is wet and always will be wet.
 
He will swim in circles around his horrible sculpture,
churning a red wake under the moon.
My thoughts swarm around a slice of orange.
 
The sun beams down like a laser of juice.
There are ants all over me, biting tiny fires.
I don’t know what the ants are thinking.
 
I don’t know what anyone is thinking.
Unless I’m having one of those days when I can read people’s minds.
I join the train of ants marching across a log.
 
We crawl into Oscar Pistorius’ ear.
My companions drown in shallow red puddles.
I crawl out of his mouth retching and crying.

 Rachel Gippetti)


Rachel is from Boston, Massachusetts, but now lives in the United Kingdom. Her poetry has been published in Shearsman Magazine, The Apple Valley Review and The Stinging Fly.

Thursday, 11 September 2014

gloomy monday snap

hear the cuckoo nark
at high rent
the patter of tiny claws
google

"hyperemesis gravidarum"

ponder Ian Duncan Smith
whether or not he has the balls
to visit the duke and the duchess
re: birth control

the burdensome cost of welfare
and the addition of the spare room
(subsidy)?

10 High Priced Properties in London
Philip Johnson

Previously appeared in: Poetry Super Highway, Poetry 24, The Ugly Tree; Poetry Scotland,
Emergency Verse, Write Away, Caught In The Net, Red Pencil,
Writer's Hood, Transparent Words; Emergency Verse
and The Robin Hood Book. 

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

You’re So God Like (I.S)

Ahead of the pack
Making someone’s fall
Bringing families to their knees 
Doing it for Allah ? 
No please……………….


You’re so god like

Marching people to death
You can decide who’s worthy
Of life 
And who should have …..death 


You’re so YouTube 

CNN 
Your bitter fame 
Your moment of gory
It’s not in Allah’s name


only yours



UN investigators to visit Iraq

© David R. Mellor
David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. He has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.