By Bernard Franklin
Article written in the New York Tribune.
Time / Date :- 09.15 am Monday 14 March 3001.
To the people of the past,
Mother nature's had a breakdown
our radioactive oceans smell,
so the world that we've inherited
is a form of living hell.
There's no ozone layer up there
to protect our precious skin,
and the pollution in our water
reminds us of our forbears sin.
Our immune systems are useless
so we live in bubbles made of glass,
there's no protection in the outside world
from our man made poisonous gas.
Over thirty billion people
overpopulate this sphere,
a lack of vitamins and minerals,
brings disease and rabid fear.
The ice caps have all melted
So the world is half it's proper size,
the animal world is now extinct
except for spiders, bugs and flies.
The average life span's only forty
as we get old before our time,
no one gets to see their grandkids here
as we all die before our prime.
At the start of the fourth millennium
dear God look what have we done?
we've basted ourselves in cooking oil,
now we're frying in the Sun!
Our engineers and scientists
are going to escape the acid rain,
by trying to build a time machine,
to go back and start again.
You had a chance a thousand years ago,
to put right then, what was wrong,
if all of you had made an effort,
we could have sung a different song !
The ocean is so blue as to be meaningful.
It's only in the dead of night, right
at the end of the pier
where dreams can be analysed
and swept aside
into the dark, cold grave
from which they first came. Read more...
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Doug and Blair's programme is my Sunday treat
Their advice and humour would be hard to beat
Blair tries hard, he's developed the knack
Of skilfully keeping Doug on track
Doug offers guidance which is easy to follow
I say, 'I'll remember that and do it tomorrow'
He really is an inspiration
Poetry Larkin 25 - Men With Books By Holly Roach
I sat and studied your words.
Was told what you meant
by a stranger to you
and I took it as proof
that the saying was true
about the pen above the sword,
and men with books will be adored Read more...
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Once Bitten, Twice You Die! By Bronwyn Ellis
It'll be fine,
He said with drink in hand,
As his silent mousy lover,
Looked helpless at her man,
And as he contemplated where to sip another beer,
His misses wondered if tomorrow she would still be here. Read more...
Poetry Bring It On! By Mike Watts
I cracked open
Sent them sliding
Across the pan
Then I began to butter
Some bread cakes
To the left of me
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Pigeon By Terry Ireland
I am one of the pigeons that live on wilberforce's head
which in pigeon meritocracy puts me near the top
between those on the city and guildhalls
and those on the better type of shop.
I got this position by birthright
we've been here since 19 and 10
in spite of attempts to remove us
Poetry - Somewhere In Between By Jody McKenna
In the darkness of the room
I feel the melancholy gloom.
I'm just a loner in a tomb
Making a bold step on the moon
But no-one gets me.
Whereas, the light beneath the sun
That makes the rest of us become
The mundane workers on a run
Poetry Larkin 25 - Scatter Me (for TFG) By Pamela Scobie
Oh, scatter me over the umber Humber
Under a hurrying sky,
On a dark day in December
Or a turbulent July.
For longer than I can remember
I've been preparing to die.
I want to go back to wherever it was
I came from in 'forty-nine.
Poetry Unblinking Moon By John Horsley
There are tears in the eyes of the man in the moon
For he fears he may lose his loved one soon -
She is Earth, his only friend in space,
And for millions of years he has looked on her face.
How plain and ordinary he feels
As round Earth's horizons the sunrise steals,
And floods his beloved in dazzling light Read more...
Poetry M.S By Charlotte Bartle
It was your smile
I noticed first,
Drawing me in
To unchartered territory -
Unknown to not only me,
But I think
To you as well.
I said Read more...
Poetry - The Liver Poem By Joe Hakim
C'mon mate, why do you treat me so bad?
I mean, look at the state of you, how many have you had?
And what's the plan tonight - ten pints, twenty fags, a kebab?
If you keep this up, we'll both end up in rehab.
Why are you being like this? We're supposed to be friends,
I'm one of the things on which your life depends, Read more...
Poetry - Hull By Laurenceaux.
Hull is not a rat-race.
Hull is a nice place.
Hull is not chav-town
Hull has thrice a crown:
a king's town.
Kingston Upon Hull;
full or Tigers, Robins and Airlie birds,
Poetry - I Love You in that Jumper By Catherine Scott
I love you in that jumper
The fitting is just right
It's not too long and it's not too tight
And the colour's not too bright.
I love you in that jumper
You look so snug and huggable
So gorgeous, warm and lovable
Poetry - Dandelion Wins! By Cathie McCarthy
I, the dandelion
Blowing in the gentle winds
Cascading on the spring air
Finding pastures new
Settled on April's wet soil
Waiting to start anew Read more...
Poetry - Matriarchy, or Suitable Male Heir Lacking By Ruth
Just a girl
running home after school.
Bounding up stairs in sensible shoes.
Be seen and not heard!
Wrestling Elders' expectations;
Not comprehending 'cultivation'. Read more...
Poetry A Yellow Ball By Mike Watts
Kneeling beside him
On the tiled floor,
My throat tightened.
This was it.
I buried my face
Into his neck.
That smell -
Old, arthritic loyalty: