• Poetry

    Friday Poetry – A Blank Verse Sonnet

    by Tell me again how there’s no global warming. Oh right, we’re supposed to say climate change. I see, it was cold where you are today, And god is taking care of everything. Sorry? It’s warm and it’s supposed to be? Well, of course, you must still be correct then. What difference a few billion humans, A few thousand years of shaping the world? Isn’t it nice to live consequence-free And know nothing you do really matters? Your kids will inherit the same old world, Still turning the same as it always has. But if you’re wrong, maybe clean up a bit? Or at least try not to shit where…

  • Poetry

    A Little Verse for a Friday

    by Thought maybe we’d try a sonnet this week. Shakespearean, more or less, but the subject is a little less traditional.   There is a place for each of you, and more In the depth of my ever-growing heart Away from prying eyes, I’ll keep you for My memories. Nostalgic, and apart From living life, each moment as I may, I will recall the times that brought me joy As well savour heartache, clutch cherished pain Each artistic scrawl and forgotten toy An instant on the path from then to now An on into the dreams and years ahead The paths you’ll take, the choices showing how You’ll walk a…