Tiredness

Tiredness now comes

No way the clock says Five

Buzzing it around us hums

God know how but I’m alive

 

Written down dumb, numb

Hope the rhyme strives

What keeps you, come

Stab me now with knives

 

There is the flower, flames

Wavering in timeless joy

Wishing for the moment’s fame

Being played and left like toys

 

My hand they hurt but I go on

My heart it hurts but I sing my song.

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Tombs

So write some peoples names on tombs

Etched by blows, sweat and fate

Scribed by craft and women’s wombs

Watched in emptiness by wraiths

 

Someone loved, now gone away

Loss it burns those who wait

Pain it comes on every day

To those who hope or wish for faith

 

Since the end for everyone

Is to lie in stony ground

See the light, have some fun

Or push up daisies in a mound

 

This is life that leads us all

Frosty tombs in which we fall

 

 

 

 

The guilded door

I’ll go again to the guilded door

Knock and ask for chance to come

Perhaps I’ll make them change the score

 

Grasp the souls and beg for more

Thinking I’m the only one

To push and pull and scratch the floor

 

Little hope for fruits and haws

To dance from branches cold and numb

Perhaps I’ll make them change the score

 

With summer’s dust blown from the floor

Blinding judges strike them dumb

I’ll go again to the guilded door

 

 

And knock again this time for sure

The Gods will see what I’ve become

I’ll go again to the guilded door

Perhaps I’ll make them change the score.

Ring of finger, Ring of phone

This girl’s broken heart

Texting on her brand new phone

Going back to the start

 

Journeys just to be apart

Broken lines, broken bones

This girl’s broken heart

 

Making love with all her heart

Inside the body moans

Going back to the start

 

Painted on her heart

Painted on with groans

Going back to the start

 

Looking at the cards

Looking for the tones

This girl’s broken heart

 

Shows up, but apart

Texting, hoping to atone

This girl’s broken heart

Going back to the start

 

 

Sonnet B

Frown frost broken pane

Face cross question mark

Look lost question came

Those aches how they hark

 

Mist and eyes bleeding raw

Hope to hold the bind

Loves lost blood and some more

We look them in eyes blind

 

Yet how it plucks at those strings

Hearts hoping to yearn again

And we may hang onto broken things

Hoping that we can repair, when

 

We wander then in seach of love

Yet there it is, good enough

 

Sonnet A

If I were but to lie in hope

And watch the seasons as I lay

Flit beyond the eyes of scope

Watch and see another day

 

Then the reasons why we strive

Would be forgot and you would say

Grasp the moment you’re alive

Yet hope to see another day

 

Many folks just sit and stare

Mothballed rotting on their way

Rusting in the mouldy chair

Dusting off I should say

 

All of us must do the dance

All of us must take the chance

 

 

Villanelle

a Villanelle, each line 5 syllables.(sure hope I can count!)

I look to her, where?

Body and mind together

Gone where, away, gone where?

She has gone, not there

Fleeting glance, forever

I look to her, where?

My dreams of her hair

Etched and then never

Gone where, away, gone where?

She lies on sand, bare

Naked, round clever

I look to her, where?

Where we might be fair

And, if I would never

I look to her, where?

But caught in her lair

Holding together

I look to her, where?

Gone where, away, gone where?

Au Revoir, Monsieur Hollande

French President François Hollande wont seek a second term. His popularity was too low and unemployment in France has remained stubbornly fixed at 8 or 10 percent.He had stated that he wouldn’t stand again if employment didn’t move, and indeed we can say that this is the case. So at least he kept his word.

So lets take a look back at the mandate and try to see what Hollande did for France. Indeed, it is from this point of view that I will start: Many people shrug their sholders and say ‘What did he do’ to which my answer is “Well, what did YOU do?”

Holland started with some radical changes to society. He changed the law on gay marriage, and made it possible to get married if you are gay. This has proved unpopular with the traditional Catholic right, and very much appreciated with the liberal left, so 50/50. A dinner table topic of a few years ago, this now seems to be an established right and Hollande probably was right to do this early in the mandate to stop it being overturned when he left office.

Indeed, one could argue that the fruits of a politician’s labours are often seen only when they leave office and the plaudits taken by those who replace them, and I have a feeling that this could be the ultimate truth for Hollande , who has tried too hard to do too much and not given enough timeor been given enough time for the vast worksites to bed down.

Hollande has worked on reforming many many sectors: Education, Employment legislation, French legal and magistrial systems, the French regions, Health, international politics, the environment.. So much to do in so little time.

But at least he seemed to let his ministers get on with it.

And his idea of social democracy reminds us of Gerhard Shroder and his ultimate failures.

So Hollande wont run again and Socialism as a political force wanes. It probably isn’t possible to buy voters with promises of a better futurebut with cheaper taxes or whatever as France is broke. But public debt did fall from 7% in 2010 to 3% today.

However with over 90% dept to gdp rate, France has a dept on par with the UK, but above that of Germany

So Hollande is probably the last President of the 5th French Republic. If Fillion become President, France will become less social and much more religiously integrist, and indeed perhaps loose its famous laique status. A poorer future here.

The hope for France. Thanks Francois. Against a background of terror, indeed, Hollande gave us hope. Hope for climate change action, hope for action on social equality, hope for action against terror.

Yes, maybe he wasn’t a superb strong leader with buckets of charisma, and perhaps he wasted time doing things he didn’t need to at the beginning and the end… but don’t we all?

France will have an election in May to see who will be president and it is my personal wish that thos parties  and personalities on the extremes who seek to tempt people with a vision of quick fixes rather than solid foundations should fail.

Time

 

Filter on or off

Days walking paths

Wooded lanes

Leading

 

Classes filled

Learners off

Staff in hand, staff

Perform:

 

Play to the crowd

Laugh means learn?

Time to pack up the chalk

Written too long in the dust

 

Wiped clean all  things

Time to remember things

Is time to search on the net

Why study? they say

 

Intellectual shelves

Gathering dust,books never read

Standing in woods

Roots

 

To stand

Not rest

Say things need to change

Challenge what is

 

Nod, ride the wave

Cange yourself

Shed skin, shell

Wash over rain

 

Wash down my face

Salt or tears

Fog

Struts hold

 

Green grass

Eternal

Faces haunt

From years ago

 

Pressing keys to make noises

Hope

I walk

To you.

 

Pen

Begging to be used

Write your way

Write your life

 

Write your path

Test then.

See what comes

Old notes from pages

 

Long lost

Too late to start a life?

Lest we forget

Too long waiting.

 

Habits

Hard to crack

Crack and hide

Flame through the fog

 

Heal then.

Wave over hands

Things happen because we make them

Gods in the sky laugh

 

Stop then

Listen to gut

Never wrong

Beyond the tide and time

 

Time

The cherry now.

Into the woods

Go

 

Speak your words

Listen

Say what you want

Know it.

 

 

 

 

2016

2016 has been an interesting year, it’s the year where we’ve seen many celebrity deaths, terror attacks and crazy politics, weather, and as usual, wars, conflicts, flooding and famine.

 

In celebdeaths, a whole list of stars from music seem to have died. Terror attacks in many places, Paris, Berlin, Tunisia, Turkey just to name a few.Crazy weather, with america frozen over as I type and flooding and droughts. War , in Syria , flooding and famine.

Politically we’ve seen Brexit and Trump, and a move towards a selfishness and a loss of citizenship. Global warming has caused climate immigrants, and added to this, its allowed terrorists to manipulate people.

I’ve also written a piece every month, be it poetry or opinion.

 

And so I end it with this piece.

2017 sees elections in many European countries and we shall see if the move to the populism seen this year continues. We’ve seen the older voters really change voting, in Brexit , where the older people voted for it and the younger stayed in bed, thinking that it wouldn’t make any difference anyway, older white people vote in trump, and older white people vote in Francois Fillion in France’s right-wing primary.

I teach these young people, who have either never voted, or will never vote, or just are disenfranchised and disengaged. They don’t know who their  politicians are, except on presidential scale. They don’t know who is mayor, or member of parliament, or european member of parliment, or senator, or even perhaps who is in the government.

The world has a choice. But unfortunately, large parts won’t take part, r can’t see the point in taking part.

Political problems now will melt into insignificance faced with the natural disasters to come. This may seem doom and gloom, but I try to be optimistic. Humans will endure, but at a huge cost.

Humans have to try to reel in the power that cooperation have, and to reel in the tax avoidance tactics, and reel in the influence and lobbyists. We can have a much more just world. It can be done. It must be done.

We need to go back to the ethics and morals that were the norm before we all wanted to be richer, faster, the greediest, forgetting to enjoy what we had already.

We move from fad to fad, in the search for satisfaction, but happiness is in our heads, or in our acts, not in the things we buy.

This year I stopped driving my car 100km per day and took the train

I walk more as a result

I wrote more. I feel better!

People are naturally kind, and are only turned towards bad actions by the things that are around them.

In the end, there is just love.