The birds will not fly away

7th Mar 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A franchise of violence
rips through the trees
and the stars.

The streets, once full of life.
Now torn and bleeding.
Vanishing in flames and wind.

No shelter, no water.
Bodies that crumble like clay.
And a world, that turned away.

Yet, those that stand.
Still fight to save the nation.
And simple justice, for us all.

A message from the front line

6th Mar 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

Listen, listen
to the rain.
Crushing down
upon the babies,
the old, and anyone
else who resists the
long nights of bad dreams.
Long our cries kept ringing,
’ We will not lie with
slavery or death as our keeper’.
And the rest of you watched,
crying to your souls.
As blood became spring dust,
with flesh, eyes and hair.

Torment after torment

5th Mar 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

The swooping crows
lay their sadness.
And the dead bodies
of the youthful and the old.
Lie twisted and bent
in the early morning snow.
“He’s my son “
Says the mother.
As she picks up her frozen
child, dead to the world.
And the frontiers of
freedom, and life diminish.
The world watches,
and goes back to a
dazzling coma.
And the long nights of
hatred, begin again.

As if the days are unborn

4th Mar 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

Wearing my tattered face.
And carrying a book
of poems by Lorca.
There is at least a hope,
that I can move beyond
the blood, fire and dust.
And where shall I go?
A place of some brightening,
with no sadness in the singing.

I am within you

3rd Mar 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

Death spans
beyond despair,
but there is still
light in this place.
Delve upward
and you may see.
What remains
of so many veins,
and blood’s
intense journey.
I am within you,
and yet far from you.
Only my words to tell.
Death is no master here,
only the people
still bravely singing,
‘They shall not pass’.

In the shadow of the bomb

2nd Mar 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

There is a place,
where the sunflowers grow.
With such a striding spirt,
that no frontier can contain it.

Delicate blossoms,
are still in gnarled hands.
Of those from
an accursed place.

Yet, still they stand.
In unity, strength and belonging.
To face the demons breath.
And give us hope,
for a world with no strangers

Under this sky

1st Mar 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A darkness fills the air.
Black wings are massed
against the innocent.
But people of world,
do not forget what
we see here today.
The poets, the shopkeepers,
the boxers, the comedians
the teachers of the children…..
Defending the people’s life,
the people’s names,
the people’s art…..
And the voice of our humanity,
now cries their names.
We will remember them,
and live.

Sunflower toil

28th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

In days to come,
what stories shall we tell?
Of towns and cities
that used to swing,
but swing no more.
Or of the bones and flesh,
with faces and muscles,
and blood on their hands.
And life running
through their fingers.
Who carried freedom’s
banner high, giving their
all to the very end.
To break the strangling
bears thrall.
This is the story
that will live forever.

The sunflowers will not cry today

27th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

Can’t you hear,
the women,
the men, no?
They are not crying,
they are tighter
than death.
Their courage,
their faith, their love.
Fighting the plague
of hell drawing breath.
It is you
that should cry,
cry them to life.

Thin midnight air

26th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A Wandering Poet

As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.