as an american that's descended from the UK and (gasp) French philosophies of democracy, i must admit i love some good trash talking! ad hominems! it doesn't matter who's up for election, they're all bad cronies! but we all agree this system is best, lol. as an american i'm ignorant of everything that's happening outside my country so i don't know what election you're having. a new queen maybe? humbug, to quote the germans, it's all kaput! and sartre is probably still nauseous!
oi and cheers from across the pond, mate! now lets pound some session beers! unless you like us to still threaten to throw that bergamot oil tea in the ocean again! (secretly, that's my favorite though). forget the politricks, we're still brothers in whatever war this senselessly is!
I love reading your message & all the resulting commentaries . . . provoking such discussion is the mark of an astute thinker & writer. That aside, as I was reading, I got an unexpected vision. I quit TV a year ago & now I'm not exposed to the minutiae of this crap anymore, altho I will never be able to forget how it goes. As I read your poem, it felt like there was a zoo full of crazies banging on the bars . . . like all the crazies were loose & here I was in a cage for protection from the political fray that goes on constantly. One of your readers commented on how campaigning is the constant reality & nothing is done just to do good or to do the right thing. I felt this jungle of ulterior motives as a zoo where all the animals have been released! Your poem conveyed a sense of impure meaningless chaos (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Haha! Literally love this. You have written something so true..sad and disappointingly so. But nonetheless, this is entertaining and very well put. I can sense your annoyance. Kudos.
The UK isn't the only place you can find political piss pots! We got a super abundance of them here in the USA . . . and it's that season already for us as the Dem's primary battles clog the news with one stupid statement after another . . . not that Mr. Trump hasn't said things equally dumb. Between election times we have 2, 4, or 6 years of campaigning! Nothing is ever said or done without getting re-elected as the motivation. The rise and fall of the Western world seems to be upon us . . . it was nice while it lasted!!!
T
' Translucent paper promises - In painted toilet roll supply - Flush through letterboxes - Like a deep
diuretic alkali ' Well put, great writing and thoughts to ponder.
Right, Phill, got the message almost at once: you don't care for today's cynical, self-important and generally inadequate policies, sum decision making or varying displays of pomposity right and left!
Reading on, you swipe at most faces of global party goings-on, each stanza portraying one or other view of the so.called whole. Should I be smiling at the way you've worded your thoughts
(fact, or not). What happens, what the figures are when they're called up, down and around the UK will depend on the Electorate. There has to be union not ridicule sooner than soon.
sadly it is the season and your poem a sharp commentary ... one has more responsibility to be an enlightened voter that we care to admit let alone shoulder such responsibility ... the news is not the news any more .. Walter Cronkite, Dave Garroway, Willian Buckley ... all have died ..inflamatory rhetoric and slanted "facts" peddled now as "news" ... thank goodness for live coverage and actual hard copy transcripts ... there is hope .. i have to believe it Phil :{
E.
ps. love the pics ... gotta laugh for cryin' eh!?
as an american that's descended from the UK and (gasp) French philosophies of democracy, i must admit i love some good trash talking! ad hominems! it doesn't matter who's up for election, they're all bad cronies! but we all agree this system is best, lol. as an american i'm ignorant of everything that's happening outside my country so i don't know what election you're having. a new queen maybe? humbug, to quote the germans, it's all kaput! and sartre is probably still nauseous!
oi and cheers from across the pond, mate! now lets pound some session beers! unless you like us to still threaten to throw that bergamot oil tea in the ocean again! (secretly, that's my favorite though). forget the politricks, we're still brothers in whatever war this senselessly is!
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..