Fighting For



Why are you fighting, why do you foam

What are you fighting for

Why petted pout and tetchy tantrum

The slamming of all open doors

Has someone pained you with their lying

Stolen your toys or treats

Why crocodile tears, the threat of more crying

The stamping of petulant feet

Who has affronted, who has offended

Sensibilities, pride or your dress

Or have you broken fences that cannot be mended

Grow up now and own up, confess

Have you hurt your friends, insulted their name

Been a bully, a braggart, a pest

Are you really culprit and won’t take the blame

Have you really tried what is best

Why are you fighting, what is your cause

And who are you hurting the most

Where common sense in all that is lost

Your brain in meaningless boasts

Time to reflect on the nature and meaning

Why no friends now come to your door

Why are you fighting, what are you fighting

Just who are you fighting for



 Mother’s love devours all fine senses,

Seeks to serve each child with greatest hope,

Benign in love, she covers all the bases

Except the blindest spot; the hanging rope.

The weakness no self perceives, created

By the loving hand of nurture held too tight.

Submerged devotion cherished, now berated

When Achilles’ defect comes too soon to light.


A wee while ago there was a challenge to come up with a new form of poetry. Apparently, this counts. Alphabetise. Each letter of the alphabet used in sequence. This is my second attempt.

Arms bound,

Chained, distraught,

Emptying and

Forever guileless.


Injudiciously judged.

Kept low,

Morning into

Night obsolete.

Parched, now quenched,

Resurrected soul,

Torture undergone for

Victory won.


Yielding to zeal.

Who Knows?

Who cares

To renew

A good man?

Who shares

A point of view?

Who wonders at


Or woeful deceit?

Who knows



From the wrong?

Who knows what heart lies


Who knows where


Is met?

Who knows why


Are confounded

Or why

One look


The wet

Of desire

And fulfilment

A goal

To achieve,





That no one believes?


Who knows

These things?

Not I.

Open Minds


This sadness knows no end it seems.

Drenched in it,

Soaked into seams.

Drowning world

From unreal dreams.

Ears so closed

To others’ screams

For justice,


An open ear.

We cry alone

Who cry for fear

Of closed-in world,

No listening ear.


But we will shout,

We will be heard,

We are not animals

Coralled as herd.


Where others fear to plough a furrow,

Remember, please, that come tomorrow,

When your chaos reigns and help is sought,

Who counted others’ screams as naught?


Diminished earth in space and time

There is no time to tread a line

Of non-commitment to a cause,

Upholding unjust, archaic laws

That seek to separate and blight

The human race in hate and spite.


Open minds to all you see

And hear and read

So you may be

A better Man than he. Or she.


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