uninvited dictatorship.

(thump) is unspoken and is a knock with the shenanigans stick.

#Wordatthewharf, #openmicpoems.

Thank you, Sarah for a good prompt to drop this one into here @ #dversepoets pub.

i have added the line “no inkling of the way-no notion.” to a poem written when yet another person became the English prime minister without being elected. i have performed this at an open mic and a spoken word event since. but only added the Thomas Hood line this evening.

(thump) HEY YOU the uninvited,

Political leaders taking the government,

(thump) Killing our democracy,

(thump) money grabbers, (thump) your scruples dead,

Corrupt politicians of greedy denomination. (thump)

Selling out our schools (thump) for profit,

Selling out our NHS (thump) for friends’ profit,

Starving our children, (thump)

Freezing our parents, (thump)

Putting us on the streets, (thump)

Under funding our police. (thump)

Letting crime go unpunished. (thump)

DID we populace invite you, (thump)

To sell us out,

NO,

You the politicians are,

Uninvited (thump x2)

So, we no longer have,

A blank future.

As the dictators have.

*“No inkling of the way – no notion.”

*From Thomas hood’s poem November added 15/11/2022

Farewell stagnation

https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/04/poetics-allen-ginsberg-and-the-beat-generation/

thank you, Saana, for an interesting prompt tonight at #dverse we have looked at the beat generation of poets. my poem was written at work today (well started) while my mind wondered away. spontaneously taking me away from the tedious task being carried out.

Farewell Stagnation.

#Beatpoetry

Farewell to stagnating po-faced nations,

I’m going to join the stag nation.

Farewell to be stuck into the rat race’s rut,

I’m joining the rutting stags.

Farewell to the flood of greasy burger wrappers around my ankles,

I going to where the golden leaves of autumn blow.

Farewell the seasons of corrosion,

In this stagnating city of human parasites,

I’m heading for the wild country of oaks and red deer.

Enough is enough humanity,

Stagnating in your own corrosive juices,

The wilderness shall embrace me,

Like you could never embrace it.

Nine #couplets

hello #Dversepoetpub visitors, tonight at the pub Laura was going two by two to the bar.

So we are writing in couplets, I have chosen to go with cote version.

Using the form to describe the duplicity of the class system here in England and other places around the world.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/22/mtb-two-by-two/

nine #cotes.

Demands,

Unreasonable time requests, expected.

Impossible,

Tasks’ completion expected, NOW.

Respect,

Expected due to birth right, never given.

Demands,

A classless society badly required.

Impossible,

While hereditary titles remain legal.

Respect,

Not given to hereditary title holders.

Demands,

Of love must succeed over hatred.

Impossible,

While greed and fear rule society.

Respect,

Given freely to those with love in their hearts.

Punch drunk#quadrille160

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/19/quadrille-160-poems-that-pack-a-punch/

Here we are at #dversepoetspub punching our way to #quadrille160. Thank you, De, for the prompt.

Punch drunk #quadrille.

Punch drunk workers lacking life’s respect,

Punch drunk workers lacking life’s love,

Punch drunk workers lacking life’s quality,

Punch drunk workers lacking life’s satisfaction.

Working poet showing grafters respect,

Working poet showing grafters love,

Poetry showing grafters quality of life

This poet gains satisfaction.

#Quadrille, #dverse.

Helter Skelter #ekphrastic

Helter Skelter.

I live the helter skelter life,

Round and round and round,

Sliding away from where I was.

But where I was, was not right,

Round and round and round,

Sliding towards where I will be.

Back up the stairs through the darkness,

Will I make the top,

Again and again and again.

Just walk away, away, away

From the bollocks of the

Helter skelter life style of

Climbing life’s greasy pole

Only to be knocked back down.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/13/the-strange-houses-of-lee-madgwick/

here tonight at the #dverse pub we invited to look at the houses painted by Lee Madgwick and create an ekphrastic poem. thank you Sarah for the prompt.