, ,, classic innuendo .. .

Six minutes or three of daylight every day
zipping away closing in
it is a bird of wings and flutters
a bird of prey surrounding caustic phobia
caught in traffic going nowhere
deadlock cannot be unbroken
as the bond between peoples
as the nimbostratus
the light is fading suffocation
withdrawing from our gazetteer
entwined in convolvulus weed
stifling the life of free speech
and honest living in retirement
as we forfeit giving to the really needy
while the Bezos’ and the greedy
absorb more of the daylight
bundles of notes and cash
oodles of noodles
cryptos of currencies
digital manna in the new world
of the new – new testament which
falls by the day not by night
in the creation of another age
by avoiding the constraints
of the next neo-capitalistic sensation
the tyranny of the masses
the endless titanic struggle
of the poor and working classes
throughout the middle ages
until the day of the dawning
technologies revolution
denying pollutions solution
like a second-hand sun appearing
on the horizon of change
which is a water melon in Sheffield
it is an iron lung in Shanghai
an orange mist in Honolulu
a puddle of warm blood
rise up rise up 0 mighty oceans
spread your banks you raging seas
it is these people who must arise
rebuild the nations of honour
taking back your frail humanity
from earls and barons
modern day financiers
charlatans of terror in a chair
who have taught themselves
not to care – hard-nosed
closed-off to compassion
I am maybe Watt Tyler on a blistered road
a subsiding camber
warning the lights had changed
long since from green to amber
festooned in armour of a different kind
you red-eyed charmers
have made me blind to real need
I hear starlings fall in their chirpy
even domestic animals are alarmed
they hear the silent call of nature’s warning
©edenbraytoday14.12.2022
authors note ~ I had to write this – it is not doom and gloom but my reality – pity me but do not laugh me out of court – a new and darker middle ages is fast upon us – we have become too used to the ‘fantasy’ of a post-apocolypta to recognise the bomb exploded way way back and the fallout only just descending .. .











THE TRAINS GO THUNDERING BY .. . .. .
The Trains Go Thundering By .. .
The trains go thundering by
more a figure of speech
I sit at the corner of a dusty road
forlorn much of hope
The tanks came after
then the larks sprung forth
and the shouting of the soldiers
in the gutter at the shortest day
When we were children
standing aside to watch those
steam-snorting leviathans
as they go thundering by
We believed in our future
while we sang ditty songs
in the classroom of learning
assumed mothers always know
Washed our hands in snow
thought we would never die
until memories, things transparent
appeared deeply as in invisible ink
They, who lived twice
Saint Sebastian, all the rest
those who hung from a gibbet
who lived with summer hope
As trains go thundering by
below or above the highway
tales we told ourselves as kids
fresh from newspaper cones
Up on the stoney parapet
we learned to whirl
the rattle, beat the drum
sing out loud our favourite songs
when Mr Harold came we played
on red-tiled door steps
where come ‘RT’ busses
always travelling in threes
Those trains still thundering after
I, inside my box room
middle classed in suburbia
cul-de-sac inspid with inertia
Believing in the something
but then nothing anymore
not since Hiroshima, 9/11
the rape of common man
The antecedence of horror
the antipathy of truth
the rush of man’s desire
to conquer different tribes
Who tampers their genetics
play gods with other lives
who wrestles leviathan
controls the march of time
Watch then with your child eyes
watch the loyal soldier
watch a father die
as trains go thundering by
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©edenbraytoday24.12.2022
my christmas pome – 2022
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