Lift up your voice, let the clear air carry

From the Sounds and the Firths out to the seas,

Enter in the inlets, in the estuaries,

Vocal now, no supplicants’ pleas.

These are not the voices of the woaded tribes,

But the born to be, destined to be free,

Lift up your voice, let the message ride,

Polemicists, apologists we.

These are the voices of the meek grown bold,

Emboldened by the truth when it is known,

History rewritten, in the present told,

Seeds of justice long ago sown.

Vanquish defensive, the cringe once bred

By the words of the woeful, books and news,

Lift up your voices, elevate your head,

Sing songs of freedom born of battled blues.

Carry the banner of the free, unveiled,

Perish the thought of lowly born,

People of the future, never more assailed,

Abandon ashes, sackcloth ever worn.

Shrug off the fear, designating state,

Antonym to action, thus enslaved,

Write now with purpose on a wipe-cleaned slate,

Capitalised, italicised, writ brave.

Be the free citizens where’er you live,

Terminology none may revoke,

Pass on egality as the gift you give,

Charter of mankind now quote, invoke.


Mist drifted in on the west coast,

Haar settled in pockets the east,

From the north, a cold wind is blowing,

Heading south, uninvited from feast,

Through the haze that some see only slightly

Are the kent well, the lay of the land,

Known by the natives, e’en blindfold,

Accept or reject out of hand.

Enfranchise the right of all passage,

Not by whip nor by tactics, nor siege,

Heged no more as the sheep in the fiefdom,

Fog lifting, clear vision, the pledge.

Chill factors accounted, storm brewing,

Lamps lit and blinking onshore,

Winds rising, temperatures with them,

And voices of never, no more.

From every direction prevailing,

Scourge of the wrong of the right,

By the left, quell extreme, centripetal,

Cyclone of justice to fight.

Weather forecasting the future

Where shelter’d dominion lies,

Disbelieve the official meterological,

Look to the signs in the skies.

Been A While

It can take a while

to create a brand new normal,

A while that could be days

or months

or maybe even years,

Could be that it might be,

could take,

might take,


A while it takes,


seems forever,

eternal whiles

to normalise new ways.

Sanctifying Sorceress

She’ll kiss away all contours,

frowns that mar the landscape,

life criss-crosses

from the crossroads formed,

this visage,

evening tones,

enhance as twilight,

banish petrified

with wave of hand passed over,

deliver, she is heard

amid the rushes,

sighing breath

temperate to risen blood,

quell beats

anon to death,

a sister, wife, a mother,

full-bosomed pillow cloud,

inducing coma, deep,

sanctifying sorceress,

breath of life,

banish wakefulness,

to sleep.

Exponential Growth

I believe in reaching out, I do,

To one and one, for doubled, that makes two

Who pass it on at double worth, there’s four,

And on it goes and goes to so much more,

As legend told, where single rice on board

Relieves the king of kingdom, this I’ve heard.

Like words, I guess, where whisper quite a few,

Ripple out, eventually, reaching more than two.

Chess Board and the Grain of Rice