Too Easy
Too easy, to discard those Who vote for people who Damage their own countries And people as fools, and not To recognise that they, the Populace, have been by Political… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Too easy, to discard those Who vote for people who Damage their own countries And people as fools, and not To recognise that they, the Populace, have been by Political… Continue Reading
He thought she was wearing dark grey Wings, an angel risen from the soot of Hell, the sun behind her blinding him To everything but the wings and her Halo…. Continue Reading
In those days, in Norway, I used to sit on the ground In front of the west-facing Garage, and fix an assortment Of broken machines, mainly The innumerable petrol lawn… Continue Reading
Logarithms, algorithms, artificial Orders of things including falsehoods; Quite the collection of mundanities, Underwhelming lies, a reflux miscellany, And a harvest of illegally scraped Collections of copyrighted books, Intellectual property… Continue Reading
There is a silence ticking In the clock, a microcosm Of oceans, wormholes, and Dreams, expanding into the Spaces beyond the void, a Clockwork of dark matter Stretched beyond the… Continue Reading
We live on borrowed time In a borrowed place, breathe Borrowed air, and drink Metered water as sparingly As we can without dehydrating. The walls are covered in the Spores,… Continue Reading
For someone who’s never been In need, it’s easy not to feel guilty For those who are, and to keep putting That shovel-sized fork full of rich food Into his… Continue Reading
If you listened to my show yesterday, you’ll have heard me talking about a train conductor whom I’ve met a few times and whom I speak with whenever I see… Continue Reading
Two poems today – today’s and yesterday’s. I am so grateful for libraries. I have a quiet 10 minutes each Tuesday in Norwich’s Central Library in the Forum before my… Continue Reading
I have finally caught up with even today’s poetry prompt. My poetry remains rooted in the political. It feels wrong to do otherwise, to be honest. Perhaps this is whay… Continue Reading