Sweeties with Menaces

We’re going out tonightTo teach our kids new tricksWe’ll get all dressed up in disguiseGo out and get our kicks Go and visit all the old folkGive them a big surpriseWe’ll send the kids up all aloneTo knock upon their…

Resentment of the Innocent

A feature of unresolved trauma is an intolerance of a certain innocence that seems to arise in non-traumatised others. This intolerance can be unbearable and lead to aggressive and hurtful reactions to those that are perceived as ‘delightfully unaware’ of…

I asked Chat GPT…

I asked chat GPT… …to complete a very abstract poem I wrote called ‘Disappearance’. I thought I’d share it’s response.  Artificial Intelligence is going to have a huge impact on nearly every aspect of life. Perhaps the most disconcerting aspect…

Rowena Draper’s Fresh Start

The white strip of card read: Rowena Draper Librarian. It might as well have finished with an RIP. Instead, the customary redundancy package was now sitting in my bank waiting for my unemployed state. Or maybe; a reckless alcohol infused…

Thoughts

Echo-lightsthat danceas waves of the mindon moonlight seasthat dazzle and caress shorelinesand beguile the lover.Unknown and forgottenthe inky waveslurk beneathhypnoticreflections.Fixate and forget,set adrift.Uriel’s sword,binds one from within.Pan starts the dance,the wheels turn andnow the showmustbegin. © 2024 Simon Robinson

Christmas Presence.

All alone on Christmas eveWaiting for the snowBasking in the gentle warmth, of the fires glowStaring at an unlit treeWith no presents on the floorHoping for a Christmas callOr a knock upon the door Thinking of the days gone byWith…

Cheerful Christmas.

I had a cheerful ChristmasWhen I’d just turned threeI looked at all the presentsAs they lay beneath the treeThe candles that were on itWere lit and all aflameWell, I got so beside myselfI’ll have to take the blameIn my great…

Och Humbug

The Scots they went and banned ChristmasUp until nineteen fifty- eightIt seemed such a brilliant idea to meIt’s a holiday I fucking hate. The Kirk had decided, in wisdomPeople shouldn’t enjoy life too muchNot now. Not with Christ in his…

Service.

Remember, remember the eleventh of NovemberGunpowder, treason, and MumsNot just once a year, theirs was for lifeThink of them often, they all were our sons It’s easy you see to forget all that mattersThis life that we lead, depends on…

A Gentle Hint

A gentle hint of wood smoke, a symphony of soundLeaves lay brown and withered, a carpet on the ground.A powerful time of year for opportunity and growthReflecting and connecting Peace and balance…both. Strip and prune away what no longer serves…