Her Way Back

She found her way back
and let him in
again.

No recollection of shutting him out.
Impossible.
Not been here for absolutely ages.
Months actually.
Days stretching out
and over.

But she floated back in.
She smiled
as she
remembered him.

Simon Hasn't Tweeted

'Simon hasn't tweeted,' the bald egg said.
No words at all
from the poet's head.

Serial killers and batman have been put to bed,
slipped under the covers
tired from being read.

Simon hasn't tweeted; he's as silent
as
the
dead.

When will the words fall
out of his head?

Demanding

'Send me your email address too', he said.

Invitation

I have been invited for an evening of fun next Thursday, by Blue. I know, if I accept, I will not be able to walk the next day and I will ache.
And ache.
But it's been so long.
So very long since I felt anything of lust of desire.

Last August.

It's a very long time since last August.

It's been A While

'Yes, it has indeed,' she murmured.
A while since she was held.
Consumed.

It's been a while since her legs ached.
Since her arms were wrapped
around...

It's been a while.

She still feels
the need.

She will wait.
Want
and
wait.

Resuming

...where I left off.

Yet it's a calmer life.
A life without.
A life in need.

A life I enjoy, yet despise.

The memories are distant
...grey
So many miles away.

I will resume.
Connect the sentence,
link the ink.

Silent in Wonderland

Silence is golden...
ah yes...
but not for those with golden hair
and golden smiles
and eighteen years of golden naivity.

He is silent in the train,
the moment,the phone,
the words,
the message...

Yet, for the girl with golden hair...
he is...somewhat, louder.

I smile
at my own naivity,
stupidity..

misplaced loyalty.
How I wish

Alice
grew out of her dress,
vomited her cake
and drowned
in
her
drink.

May the pages strangle him
in ink.

Redacted

So disturbing.

This is artistic yet based on true stuff and I shudder to think the American army has not evolved since the Vietnam experience.

Clever filming.
Powerful.

It needs to be in the training manual.

So How Much Can you Rely on Your Top Soldiers?

Top team...let's face it, the equivalent of the SAS or US SEALS...drop onto a vessel...with night vision...to be met by metal bars and chairs and sticks and anger....from non-soldiers....civilians. Angry civilians, but civilians...

And they shoot ten dead.

And they reckon the rest of the world is mistaken and we don't understand them...and we should realise that sending aid and food to people they hate is wrong...so it's okay to shoot dead at least ten volunteer aid workers...(no doubt transformed into Arab terrorists by Benjy's friends as we speak).

Is there something we are not getting? (Apart from using forged British passports...ooohhh...all of a couple of months ago...to shoot some more dead...?)

If the UK and Northern Ireland can do it and move forward...then you bloody well can.
If the IRA and the British Government can halt the bloodshed, you bloody well can.
If Sinn Fein can be tolerated and accepted (even though many find this hard and difficult) in UK Government, then you bloody well can.

Chip...shoulder....speak volumes here.
When is Israel going to realise it just can't rule the world?
No matter what happened in Roman times...
no matter what happened in The Merchant of Venice...
and no matter what happened in the dreadful, despicable Holocaust...pre and post...

You can't build on the land of the world in the same way you build on the land you call yours...but actually isn't right now.

Wake up,sit up, smarten up,
How can we respect you when you behave like this?

You are behaving as badly now as your oppressors of Nazi Germany.

Be as dignified as your forefathers; that is why they are respected, famous and admired.