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The Man With No #Remorse
Behind the desk, spurious
Trophies of forgotten things,
Meant to remind the viewers
Of some glory that never existed.The fists on the table, the sounds
Of the demagogue on wood from
Forests he never owned that he
Razes with fire from foreign weapons.The eyes fixed at something past
Our shoulders, the attempted
Intimidation of peacekeepers. He’s
Dead inside with his political rage,The man with no remorse.
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one day
other than being
obsessed with her
he had no thoughtson each morning
over breakfast when
he could he drewoverly simple pictures
of her visions of her
hair in the windon the pier
on the run at
homeyet he never
ever
spoke to heryet to have the courage to
engage with the
sole love of his lifeone day
one day soon
he wouldR 10/10/2024 17:08
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@stevencudahy
THAT UNIVERSAL TRUTH
Surprised by the desire
For once not to rush, the
Ambitious young poet,
Always on the search for
Another universal truth,
Slows his pace to match
His sister’s sedate carriage.
They #amble now, through
Trees and bushes, until they
Reach the edge of this
Stilling wood, and the air
Motionless, and in front
Of them that carpet of yellow,
The hovering single cloud, the
Hoarse rushing of the sea
In the distance, and peace
At last.
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Rock Against Racism is reborn as gigs planned in riot towns across Britain https://www.theguardian.com/world/article/2024/aug/18/rock-against-racism-is-reborn-as-gigs-planned-in-riot-towns-across-britain?CMP=share_btn_url #RockAgainstRacism
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I’ve seen all the ‘landslide’ polls – but they can’t tell us what’s really going on in this election | John Harris https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/article/2024/jun/23/landslide-polling-companies-election-labour?CMP=share_btn_url Please don't believe the polls. To #GetTheToriesOut you need to #VoteTactically on 4th July. #Politics
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I have no other voice
Than mine, can’t insert
The American narrative
Tone into my poetry
To make it seem like
Something else, more
Populist and cosmopolis
Perhaps. That is the
Impossibility of poetry;
Imitation is a dilution of
Thought and meaning,
A redirection, misdirection.
Murk cannot replace
Clarity. Letters must be
Black and crisp on white
Paper, a clear form,
Words open to
Interpretation. -
Her eyes were opaque, at best,
When he first looked into them, and
That was what attracted him, who
Thought he knew everything about
Human nature, because he couldn’t
See into her and know her instantly.
As time passed, those eyes became
Even more impossible to decipher,
So he became even more needy. In
The end, she left him none the wiser,
And alone, after fifty years of loving.
He followed her the next day. -
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.@radiostradbroke http://www.radiostradbroke.co.uk #NewMusicFriday #NowPlaying Bruch - Violin Concerto In G Minor #ClassicalMusicInterlude
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.@radiostradbroke http://www.radiostradbroke.co.uk #NewMusicFriday #NowPlaying Bruch - Violin Concerto In G Minor #ClassicalMusicInterlude
