Politics Regurgitated

Politics Regurgitated 

(  Art by Banksy )

We've heard it all before,
Feed the rich, starve the poor,
Same old messages being spewed
Untrue Promises exacerbated in magnitude,
Manifestoes being branded around,
Touted about by every biased newshound.

We've heard it all before!

We've heard it all before,
Save the countries assets,
Making untrue promises, with no regrets.
Improve our infra structure
Change how and what we manufacturer.

We've heard it all before!

We've heard it all before,
The same old spewing trash,
Same old messages just being hashed and rehashed
Save the country, makes us great again
Not a word of truth, not even a grain.

We've heard it all before!

Valentine Verses

Easily Pleased 

What do I want for Valentine ?

Not chocolates, gems or dresses, 

Just love, you and sweet caresses, 

Forever us knowing love divine.  

What do I want for next year?  

Not holidays, fancy meals or promotions, 

Just love, you and your devotions, 

Forever us knowing love is premier. 

What do I want for life?

Not fast cars, houses or high fashion, 

Just love, you and loads and loads of passion, 

Forever us being a loving husband and wife! 

The Gift 

You hold the Key to my secret, my gift, 

You unlock the gate to my love, 

Where eternal love springs forth 

New and surprising delights for you to adore, 

Each time you turn the key 

Warm emotions radiate, create 

Love of the unknown, 

Everyday new gems 

Explore! 

You hold the key to our secret, our gift, 

Nurture and cultivate it for evermore, 

Like every natural organic 

It will flourish and grow, 

Each time you turn the key 

Our love will regenerate, create even more, 

Emotions will reach fresh heights, intensify,

 Mature !

We must keep our key safe, complete ,

So our love remains fresh, sweet, 

Our love will forever surprise us, 

This,our secret, our gift 

How our two soul are destined to live ,

Forever,Together, 

Spring will be constant in our hearts, 

Always new ground to uncover, 

New gifts to be found,

 Discovered! 

Love is Our gift  

Moonbeams and Dreams 

Picture by Laurent Laveder

I would captured the moon for you 
If I knew your love was true 
I would stop the ocean tides 
If your love for me was bona fide
I would capture the stars that shine
If  you would love me, be only mine
 I would make heaven our home
If you would love me and me alone
Angels on harps would play
If you promised not to stray
We'd feast on the foods of gods
If you would love me, give me the nod
You will always be my faithful queen
In the land of my silly valentine dreams !

Vintage Valentine 

I love you ,Oh so very much !

My body tingles with every touch,

When you look at me in that way, 

Time stops, ceases to exist at least for a day,

When you hold me so near in your arms, 

No man or beast would dare do me harm 

As we lie close, caressing one another, 

No goddess in heaven could want another lover,

Yet this is our heaven night after night, 

Our years together and it still feel so right! 

Our love is alive, it's still so much fun,

Never to be relinquished 

Not even for the moon, stars or sun,

My deepest wish is to remain with you, in this bed, 

Till we're very, very old or preferably dead!  

So when we finally reach those famous pearly gates 

You and I can start on over, right from our first date ! 

Ice Cream Days

Ice Cream Days 

It's an ice cream day 

Yummy, Yummy 

Hip! hip! hooray!

Blue skies and sun rays ,

Yummy, Yummy

It's an ice cream day !

The sun is shining and the sky is blue, 

Not a lot one can do, 

But lick and indulge in creamy coldness,

Pistachio, Chocolate or flavours with boldness. 

Eat it quick before it drips, 

Feel it oozing between your lips, 

Feel the iciness slide all the way down, 

It will keep you smiling and banish all frowns !

Enjoy an ice cream day 

Yummy, Yummy,

Hip! Hip! Hooray !

Be a kid for your ice cream day, 

Soak up the sun and skies of blue 

You know it's what you want to do !

Yummy, Yummy,

Hip! Hip! Hooray !

We've waited so long for our 

Ice Cream day !

Street art by Banksy, Image credits: matski_98 via boredpanda

Another Rainy Day

Another Rainy Day 

Another dismal, sleepy, stirring

To melancholy drops cascading,

Through the depressing morning curtain call,

The beating of my heart matching the rhythmic beat

Of those relentless drops,

Hope in my heart diminished,

By negative ions bombarding the atmosphere,

Rain be banished ! 

Allow the rays through, 

A glimpse, a hope to survive, 

Let my heart feel light. 

Lift my spirits, 

Energise, let me feel a rebirth,

The seasons are out of kilter 

My being feels splintered 

Out of sorts! 

Let The sun shine !!!!!

Street Art By Banksy

Written and submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics for the prompt of weather 

Flags of Violation

Flags Of Violation

Banksy

Another flag another country

All hand made, traditionally, 

Stitched and stitching,

Belly aching, skin itching, 

 Knees skimmed bruised and blue, 

Fingers bleeding red, till bones show through,

Work, work till face is ashen and white, 

Pennies collected so cool for another night, 

Red, White and blue. 

Another celebration, different colours, different flags

Just another penny for tiny girls and lads, 

Over waters and over seas, 

Kids working for mere pennies, 

As we party in celebrations, 

Waving Flags of human violations!

Red, White and Blue !

Submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics where the prompt was work 

Room With A View

Room With A View 

Banksy 

Oh for a room with a view
Just me and you,
We could sit for hours
Talk about ours,
The  times gone by,
 Things that were said
The reasons why ?
In our room with a view.

Oh for a room with a view
Just me and you,
We could reminisce
About our first  kiss,
That first date
When you were late,
In our room with a view. 

Oh for a room with a view
Just me and you,
What would we do,
When we were through
Chatting for hours
Remembering the past
But would we last?
In our room with a  view
 Just me and you!

Easily Pleased

Easily Pleased 

What do I want for Valentine ?

Not chocolates, gems or dresses, 

Just love, you and sweet caresses, 

Forever us knowing love divine.  

What do I want for next year?  

Not holidays, fancy meals or promotions, 

Just love, you and your devotions, 

Forever us knowing love is premier. 

What do I want for life?

Not fast cars, houses or high fashion, 

Just love, you and loads and loads of passion, 

Forever us being a loving husband and wife! 

Banksy

The Takeover

The Takeover 

Banksy at Hastings Sussex

Commercialism has successfully overtaken religion, 

Tesco's populate every street 

A place to shop,quickly,for products so cheap,

Land and individuality devoured by huge cartels 

Whose only mantra's is to sell, sell,sell   

Sweet Sunday song very nearly banished, 

Buildings of worship abandoned, almost vanished, 

Children taught of envy and to adore, 

All their needs catered for at the superstore,

Brainwashed and needing things !

I want !I want is all they sing. 

In village's all over the place, 

Long family owned shops have boards across their faces, 

The fight to compete with the big boys, 

Losing hand over fist ,no longer able to employ 

The communities that were once their clients, 

The beat of the street now is eerily silent! 

So when Tesco's and the like ruin the land,

Any buildings of history will decay to sand, 

Kids will only have modern constructed monstrosities 

To fuel their imagination and curiosity, 

So simple pleasures and the past we should clarify

Love, peace, hope should be their lullaby!  

Submitted to dVerse Poets Openlink Night   where poets share !

Monkey Business

Monkey Business 

Those in charge   

Of the public at large 

In their tailored suits, 

From old Etonian roots, 

Armed with supposed scruples, 

Yet grand masters of dodgy loopholes!

Sit en mass 

Acting totally crass,

In a building oozing history,

Where they decide on our society, 

 To them different to upper class a mystery,   

So they make the rules,

 For us the fools!

Who believe their talk

Alas just like chalk, 

It becomes erased, 

 Resulting in dire days! 

No, not for them! 

We can't call them men,

They don't live our plight, 

Cos they're al right, 

In their pied a terres,

They dine and live sans care,  

Weekends spent in country mansions, 

On enhanced pay and  massive pensions,

So shouldn't we replace 

These evolved men with a different race, 

Go back to base! 

Forgo for a while the rat race, 

Take their blinkers off !

Ignore they're toffs, 

Strip them bare, 

Put them out there, 

With us, The masses, 

Smash their rose tinted glasses, 

Restore empathy to our country

While we re-educate our political Monkeys

Angels in Training

Angels In Training 

Angels in training, 

Shed dewdrops like its raining. 

Surveying their future job in hand, 

As Guardian angels mentor them through our lands, 

Across expanses of tortuous war zones, 

And dry desert lands scattered with bones 

In city scapes they observe fat cats, 

While hard working souls live like rats, 

War, greed, poverty and starvation, 

Effecting every country, every nation. 

Even angels can reach point break, 

When their heavenly hearts will hurt and ache 

Dewdrops will flow free like its raining 

For all the little angels still in training .

Banksy

A Social Emergency

 A Social Emergency 

Love and peace within out city, 

Seems to be a real scarcity, 

Its become a social emergency 

Balance needs to be restored, 

Its a matter of the up most urgency 

Societies systems are constantly abused 

Kids left to fend alone, no longer amused 

Love thy neighbour, now just a phrase from the past! 

Innocence of childhood cut too short, not long to last,

 Greed and avarice run amok, run rife!

In this our civilized 21st century life. 

We need to inject some love intervention

If peace and harmony is society intention!

Banksy 

I Don't Like Mondays

I Don't Like Mondays 

Banksy

 On one side of a our globe 

A baby stirs, yawns, 

Safe from every tiny microbe, 

The sun rises, Monday dawns 

On green mowed and tended lawns. 

The other side of our globe

A child stirs, stomach aching, 

Attacked by every tiny microbe, 

The sun rises, Monday's baking

On children hunger fuelled awakenings.

Mondays may fill us with dread, 

With the whole working week looming ahead, 

So take heed and keep in your mind, 

The life of a child across the world, 

Not just Monday, But a daily grind 

Their struggle to remain alive

 Survive !

Save The Children

Submitted to dVerse Poets Pub where great poems await ready to share ! 

The Protection Of Peace

Banksy

 The Protection Of Peace

On hard, concrete, grey, lifeless, stone, 

Gently and delicately,

Created, a dove alone 

A messenger of love and peace, 

A padded jacket  protecting her feathery fleece. 

People walking on hard macadam, 

May  

wonder why ?

Peace is no longer our Madame ?

A gentle woman that'd caress 

Nurse humanity, through its stresses, 

Who would no longer have to be swathed 

In a jacket for protection

For humanity she would bathe,

Lovingly, with care 

She'd teach us not to fight and stare,

She'd sponge our souls in peace 

So wars, prejudice and hate 

Would stop! 

Cease! 

Submitted to dVerse poetics On the theme of texture 

Urbans United

I wrote this for dVerse Poetics Theme Going Urban Although there was a picture Prompt I choose mine of Bristol UK I love the place because my daughter lives there, it has a cultural Vibe which I feel one can feel and its also the home town of street /graffiti artist Banksy who fascinates me.

This poem also I hope reflects how a young person growing up in an english city may feel this week ( I'm a country girl )

Urbans United 

A Banksy  Situated at Hotwells Bristol UK

I live in my city ....the place of my birth,
Just a regular kid with feelings of self worth
But as I stroll down my street,
Its dismay, disgust and fear that I meet,                              
Surely loutish sensibilities for my age is not a must!
The machinery and soul of this hub, must be trust!

SO Urbanites unite!
Cos our kids are Alright !

People who look like my nanna, mum and dad,
Treat me like a yob,and make me feel bad,
But I love the buildings that build my history,
The rebels who choose to destroy them I find a mystery,
Its the people here who also make it right!
We work together, make our community tight!

SO Urbanites unite! 

Cos our kids are alright! 

So Urbanites united 

We will teach the kids who rioted, 

To feel respect ,feel bonded,. 

Help write their success stories  

Our cities colours will reflect  in their glory !

So Urbanites unite! 

Our Kids are alright !

Picture taken of Bristol By Amy Shepherd On her walk Home From work . 

Respect Outlawed

This was written in light of the riots taking place over the UK in August 2011.                                                                     

Respect Outlawed

Banksy

Rioting rebels, raging, randomly,

Enraging

, 

Servants of government and saviours of the free, 

                         

Plying societies wrongs for their looting mentality

, 

Entombing us, housebound,

Citing our kids as our enemies,

Taunting a GOVERNMENTS Leniency !

Missiles Of Love

Missiles of Love 

Banksy 

Around the World, missiles and guns.

 Constantly fired 

Death, birth and love though, 

Not yet retired. 

Innocent children brought into this political unrest 

Too young to fight

 Too young to protest 

Innocence and love in childhood

Is their life,

 It is their norm, 

 Yet elders of countries, 

Constantly fighting to reform!

Maybe the saviours from the devastation 

Emanates from their seed

For every fighting nation 

Its from the innocent 

They should take heed 

No prejudices indoctrinated 

Peace, love and tolerance, 

 The only missiles activated. 

    Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 44                       A Community for Poets to Share dVerse

Graffiti

This poem is written because of  One Stop Poetry ....Arts and Graffiti I chose this graffiti by Banksy as I find it so ironic

Graffiti 


Keep it neat !
tis our street 
We're all so prim
Scribbling is such a sin! 


Keep it smart! 
tisn't art !
We all have class
Self expression is so crass!

I think its neat, 
art's such a treat!
Banksy paint down our road, 
The middle classes have been vetoed. 
Parliament  have made a social treaty 
 Urbanites must embrace graffiti.

Graffiti By Banksy