Recipe for Trouble – #NaPoWriMo 2

Here’s a recipe for trouble,
do your worst and do it double,
spin division, stir up hate.
Under pressure, people break.
Bullshit pay for bullshit jobs,
make them work, poor lazy slobs.
Housing crisis, bedroom tax,
NHS, a stealth attack.
Sanctions and austerity,
fuck with common unity.

For a spell to raise up trouble,
like a hell-hound in the rabble,
hit him hard and burst the bubble.
Fire burns and tower topples.
Revolution’s good enough,
boil it with the people’s blood.

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Fake News – #NaPoWriMo 1

 

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Truth
lies
packed away
like sardines
seeking
the key
to safety,
a silver flash
of promise.
Truth
lies
stacked in boats,
like sardines
seeking
a future
of shifting
sands,
a sliver
of light.
Truth
lies
on the beach,
like sardines
out of water,
gasping
a breath
of life.
We can’t
bury
the facts.

 

Lisa Goodwin

Alfie you Fool! – #NaPoWriMo 1

It’s the first day of NaPoWriMo – 30 poems in 30 days. Today’s prompt from the website is to write a poem with short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.

This is a sad one because, this morning as I pondered the prompt and started to write Fake News, there was a crash outside the house. Our beautiful cat was hit by a car. Alfie was the most loving cat, his only loyalty was to the lap. We bought him as a ‘ratter’, his ‘Wanted’ poster on The Cat’s Protection website said definitely not a lap cat. How wrong they were.

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The best cat
we ever had.
Alfie,
eternal fool,
crossed
the road
on All Fools Day
before mid-day.
All that’s left
of him is
a whisker
on the mat.
Black and white
hairs on
my jacket,
where
he napped.
The haunting
fact,
his absence
in the garden,
magpie’s relief.
A world turned
monochrome,
rolled over
stained red.
Across the
road
a sign said
‘A361 Lighten the Load’.
I wish it was
a joke.

Lisa Goodwin