Moors, waterfalls, thistles Mountains spiked with pine trees In clusters, a verdant floor home To many, too small to see, Or too large to approach with Threats unknown In the Scottish wild. It is here where once I could walk… Read More ›
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This poem has been cancelled
I woke up to the news that Christmas had been cancelled Because the little white Jesus offended so many people So I tried to get back to my dreams but woke up yet again Wondering what would be cancelled next…. Read More ›
Altered States in an Altered world
A Different Country is the name of my blog. Probably thought the title was apt as I am a Scot living in Florida. But as the 21st century progressed I saw it as more of a commentary on the internal malaise in the USA than the difference between two nations
A Fading Light
It started with young eyes Trying to make sense of the world they live in, Images and sounds we had never heard before, Spun by elders to make, Some sense, Of a nonsensical narrative. Starting with a bang And ending… Read More ›
A Fundamental Irreversible Alteration COVID 19
A virus. Born in China, breeding like wildfire and the citizens of our planet were taken aback as they were not prepared for this grim reaper straddling the earth
Company of People
In the company of ordinary people, Clammy night encapsulated, Out of fifty languid souls, Lined up against the host’s burgundy wallpaper Stinking of nicotine no less, Waiting for a firing squad Or another drink which would suffice, There are eyes… Read More ›
Sad Part
I myself am regurgitating In my head A social gathering That is three days old But fresh in my mind, My friends or friend tells me If I am anxious about entering a social situation Don’t do it, Unless of… Read More ›
DreamRescue
I am exasperated By the fools around me I meet them every day In the morning, Afternoon And evening When the sun goes down And they appear crazier and crazier. Probably aware That the bed is there at the end… Read More ›
Antisocial Media
I have had a Facebook account for (to my shame) nearly eight years now. I also, for some inexplicable reason have a Twitter account upon which I scrawl my unwanted and asinine opinions for all the world to see. Usually… Read More ›
Envy or Reflection
But I guess the truth is
There is nothing here
To see,
And her mind is full of weeds
Desperate to strangle the beautiful flowers
In my garden,
