I heard his peroration
About the good of the nation
And how we must all stick together
Through stormy weather.
I heard another
Say all men are my brother.
And rich old Jack
Must give what collective Jill does lack.
Looking back at that hall
I recall
The people cheering.
Others jeering,
And the cynics sneering.
In the beginning
Sinning
Is like touching a live wire.
You know
That you mustn’t go
There But desire
Twitches
And reputation, riches,
Are for a moment forgot
In pleasure’s hot
Flush
And rush.
Later sinning
Becomes habit forming.
The devil is grinning
And there is no chance of reforming.
You fight
At night
Under sweated sheet.
When the morn breaks
The bird takes Flight
Leaving you in defeat.
Come the morn
I shall yawn,
Or not.
In the graveyard plot
Tombs stand.
Now my hand
Is hot.
Who
Left
Her shoe?
What should I do?
For a foot bereft
Of shoe
Is a sorrowful sight to view.
I grieve
As I perceive
That she lost her stocking
Too.
Tis a thing most shocking
To lose both stocking
And shoe …
The below first appeared here on 15th August 2015:
“The passage of time muddles the brain, I don’t recall your name.
Perhaps Marie or Melisa, no matter its all the same.
Though some would consider it shocking, it meant absolutely nothing,
You kept on your stockings,
I feared my neighbours knocking.
It signified everything and nothing,
A girl in suspenders and stockings”.
There was a young man named More.
Who was extremely poor.
He wed an elderly billionaire
By the name of Claire.
It was her wealth he did adore!
In this special guest post, Lyubov Dali offers an analysis of Zamyatin’s We and Huxley’s Brave New World in light of their striking dystopian visions
What is freedom to you? Is it an ability to choose what degree to pursue, where to live, what to have for dinner, or is it that hip Pharrell tune? Would limiting these freedoms make you unhappy? More importantly, are you likely to ever be persuaded to volunteer your freedom, aspirations, identity to be sacrificed for the greater social good? Now before you dismiss us as lunatics, you might be surprised to learn that there were literally hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of people who not so long ago willingly sacrificed their freedoms for the promise of a better society. Can it happen to us?
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It is frequently said
That one should not speak ill of the dead.
It is a notion most quaint
That in death, a devil becomes a saint,
Yet we cross ourselves and say
“He has passed away.
May god have mercy on his soul”.
While inwardly we smile
For well we know
Where his soul did go …
I visited my doctor yesterday. He began with a series of questions regarding my lifestyle:
“Do you smoke?” he asked.
“No” I replied truthfully.
“Do you drink?” he said.
“Yes, I’ll have a large red wine, please” I replied.
Thursday 28th September is National Poetry Day here in the United Kingdom. To find out about National Poetry Day, including the events taking place, please visit https://nationalpoetryday.co.uk/.
