[POET’s NOTE : This is the second of five poems on Revolutionary Poet, Bertolt Brecht : Spoken Word written in Blank Verse]
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It is not enough to assume safety, question !
audience and readers one with poems
writing is not divided, stories homed
engage, clash one with another find truth
what is writ, read, recited incubates
unaware embracing sagacity, sighted
......
One drop hits the ocean,
The ripple fades like a beauty with age,
Fat drops hit the sea,
One drop only a teaspoon
But what is an ocean
But billions of droplets?
He says to me, “the world won’t change
It’s old and stuck in its ways,
Its vicious and cruel.
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When Climate Activists defaced Van Gogh paintings, I was wishing it were artists who were the masterminds behind it in protest of the Museums.
I was hoping that a group of enlightened artists would band together and take back the statues and artifacts of ancient antiquity
Sending them to their rightful owners. The poet
Byron would have fought to keep these World Treasures where they belonged.
The Elgin Marbles as they were called belonged to the Greeks and not to the British Empire.
This is what I would have preferred to have seen, then the fracas created by the disciples of Greta.
My dear better half
you complain too much,
but believe,it is life
and i will not leave you,
but when am done
i will come back and
kiss you again like hell.
My dear wife
let me fight
......
But like, we don't even need a government, is all I'm saying.
If all a government does is deregulate the companies and take way our freedoms- then our priorities need straitening.
And sure, they put police on our streets and pay for our schools. But those police have two jobs and the schools have no cash, and my friends are on zero hours contracts, they can't wait for their money back.
So there's a little something for you all... To think about.
But that's not the problem, more like an overture.
You see, the problem is that folks like you and me rarely turn out to be:
Fruit pickers; warehouse workers; shop fitters; joiners; carpenters; scaffolders; solicitors- wait!
That last one- maybe.
......
[POET’s NOTE : This is the second of five poems on Revolutionary Poet, Bertolt Brecht : Spoken Word written in Blank Verse]
___________________________
It is not enough to assume safety, question !
audience and readers one with poems
writing is not divided, stories homed
engage, clash one with another find truth
what is writ, read, recited incubates
unaware embracing sagacity, sighted
......
One drop hits the ocean,
The ripple fades like a beauty with age,
Fat drops hit the sea,
One drop only a teaspoon
But what is an ocean
But billions of droplets?
He says to me, “the world won’t change
It’s old and stuck in its ways,
Its vicious and cruel.
......
When Climate Activists defaced Van Gogh paintings, I was wishing it were artists who were the masterminds behind it in protest of the Museums.
I was hoping that a group of enlightened artists would band together and take back the statues and artifacts of ancient antiquity
Sending them to their rightful owners. The poet
Byron would have fought to keep these World Treasures where they belonged.
The Elgin Marbles as they were called belonged to the Greeks and not to the British Empire.
This is what I would have preferred to have seen, then the fracas created by the disciples of Greta.
But like, we don't even need a government, is all I'm saying.
If all a government does is deregulate the companies and take way our freedoms- then our priorities need straitening.
And sure, they put police on our streets and pay for our schools. But those police have two jobs and the schools have no cash, and my friends are on zero hours contracts, they can't wait for their money back.
So there's a little something for you all... To think about.
But that's not the problem, more like an overture.
You see, the problem is that folks like you and me rarely turn out to be:
Fruit pickers; warehouse workers; shop fitters; joiners; carpenters; scaffolders; solicitors- wait!
That last one- maybe.
......
My dear better half
you complain too much,
but believe,it is life
and i will not leave you,
but when am done
i will come back and
kiss you again like hell.
My dear wife
let me fight
......