Decade by decade Decay decay decay Wanting not needing Fighting not reading, Envy, most fingered word In the thesaurus, Omits jealousy, stark difference, Covet thy neighbor’s biodegradable Possessions, As the sun shines on a sandy beach Make your own rules… Read More ›
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Vow
If I say x And you say y, We’ll never know, How great the world Could be.
Door to Door
He is at home Peeping through the curtains Blue light spinning around the walls Of what he called his sitting room Although he had never had one soul come to visit And sit in the sitting room during the twenty… Read More ›
Flattery
Pinned there bitterly by my rat faced nemesis
And his po faced beau,
When his mood was cold and black.
The Heather and the Heathen
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 ›
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 ›
A Different Country 