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Intolerant Society

Intolerant society
That always fails to see
The other side of the coin
That’s focussed on the “me”
That can’t perceive another’s thoughts
Or think another way
That has a mind-set that is fixed
That can’t see light of day

Intolerant society
Where is altitude view?
Blinded to perceptual vision
Failing to see the “you”
Where anything that’s different
Just simply can’t be right
Regarded so suspiciously
And laced in fearful sight

Intolerant society
A shameful place to be
A place that stands injustice;
Shunning diversity
A place where there will not be peace
Until the question’s asked
“How might that be, if in their shoes?”
Are you up to that task?

Intolerance

 

The World Needs Fewer Boundaries

The world needs fewer borders
Yet more autonomy
Where each can live a life of peace
And walk on earth for free

Where jurisdiction doesn’t stop
The liberty of those
Who do not seek to maim and kill
And work hard with their foes

Resolved with strength and harmony
Respect responsibly
For the world needs fewer borders
And buy-in to unity

English: Flag of Great Britain (Scottish version).

English: Flag of Great Britain (Scottish version). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

National Underwear Day

Who would have guessed it?
One day in the year
A celebration of knickers
And all underwear

Who would have thought it?
A day that will see
The gala for boxer shorts go
All crazy party!

Who’d have considered
A lingerie fete
For it’s National Underwear Day
In the United States!

To contextualize this you might like to follow this link 

Ladies' underwear advertisement, 1913

Ladies’ underwear advertisement, 1913 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Life Blood

Great blood vessels once flowed throughout
And cut across the living world
In streams of full vivacity
Sustaining life ahead

Such rivers surged with heart and soul
Like arteries cross every land
Yet then as veins of human tears
They wept in waters red

And haematoma blocked the flow
As conflict stifled, killed and raped
What had we done?  What do we do?
Usurped the river’s bed

Their courses altered by great wars
Permeated by broken lives
No longer fluid crystal blue
But channels of the dead

Arterial brooks starved of life
Left bleeding cross the world so wide
But now let’s hear the war cries cease
For peace to flow and spread

 

The Darker Side Of Alice

When Alice fell down the rabbit hole
It wasn’t as it appeared
For as she fell she crashed and bashed
Just as you might have feared

Before landing at the bottom there
All bruised and rather sore
With broken foot; so hopping mad
She set off to make war

She kicked the nearest table and
She shouted out in pain
“By gosh – I’m gonna get you now,
Dear Rabbit – run again”

“For however fast you dash and dart
I’ll hound you down and more
And then you won’t be pearly white
But in pie you’ll go for sure”

“For my foot is really hurting and
My pride has had a fall
And now I want just sweet revenge
Despite the fact you’re small”

“You’ve dug into a footpath that’s
A public right of way
No regard for health and safety now
To that – what do you say?”

“You didn’t put a sign up nor
Apply to dig the road
So now my little bunnykins
I’m going to explode”

“And sue you through the court system
Take you for all you’re worth
And get my own back if it’s the
Last thing I do on earth”

But white rabbit muttered something
And then dashed right on through
The smallest door she’d ever seen
And one all painted blue.

He laughed and gave no backwards glance
Nor cared for what came next
For he was more concerned about
The time.  Oh he was vexed!”

“For now she’d make him late you see
By ranting on and on
So he turned his back against her frown
And scurried right along.

And Alice – well you think you know
Just where she then went. True?
But did you know she didn’t tail
And go through door so blue?”

Instead she dragged her broken foot
Back to the path up high
And dialled the number 999
For help lest she might die

And dosed up on a morphine drip
She dreamt of things so weird
Like tea parties with mad march hares
And Queen of Hearts with beards

She dreamt of Cheshire cats smiling
Of Tweedle Dum and Dee
But when she woke she found that she
Had gone to A and E

Alice

Alice (Photo credit: katmary)

Friday The Thirteenth

Friday the thirteenth
When wrong is sure to be
The new right or so they say
Oh what calamity!
When luck runs out of fortune
When fortune runs out of time
As anything that can go bad
Will turn from good to grime
To tarnish what it fancies
Imbue the whole day through
So stay in bed, is my advice
And keep from trouble’s brew!

Circling Friday the 13th date on calendar with...

Circling Friday the 13th date on calendar with marker (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hanging About (Haiku)

The men congregate
No work just bottles of beer
Hanging about – bored!

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