The Poet’s Cry Before the Fall As the bells chime on this night,I fill the glass with wine,And by the candle’s fading light,I begin my cry in rhyme. A night of poetry and prayers,Beneath the ancient throne,For we the people are the heirs,Though the crown it has no home. The kingdom once stood proud andContinue reading “The King’s Head”
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Them Lot
They sit laughing in halls of shamed stone,In a lust for power, stroking bone.Feeding on the innocent, far right good to blame,cloaking their hunger, with honours to name.Trample their own, rake in the gain,while the working class are buried in pain.Their loathing lands with their word, their law.We must challenge what we heard and saw.TheContinue reading “Them Lot”
Yaxley
They tried to bury him in liesTook his home, tore his family,broke his mind.He heard the prison walls condemning.But truth releases – restoring ruin.His stubborn fire burns chains.He fights not for glory nor hate.But for love of his – and those forgotten.A shepherd boy with stones.A giant rises – a country moans.Bruised, scarred not evenContinue reading “Yaxley”
Toby Jug
Boots off by the Milton rug,She brings me lager in a Toby jug.Friday fish ‘n’ chips, stroll by the seaA half-time pie, a cup of teaCobbled lanes and Sunday bellsRoyal pomp and roast dinner smellsRain taps, pointing blameA good old pub relieving painStubborn oak and sceptred blood,Sarcastic wit beneath the floodGlory to God who gaveContinue reading “Toby Jug”
Smith Shine Poetry 