The Runaway Train

Carrying on the back track

Yet another train of lies

Are Shunted northwards

The runaway mouth ran over the hill and he blew it. Again. Unfortunately, the last I heard he was going still… Yet another empty promise for the North. The abandonment of HC2.

Second in my new occasional series ‘End of Days’ where I dilute (and believe me, I do dilute) my political outrage into a Haiku. Its been a daily occurrence (my outrage and despair) since this ‘government’ got into power. There’s so much more to this Dystopian nightmare I find myself in. So many things have been spoiled and ruined. I know that things will never be the same again (and also that I’m coming over all McArthur Park😮 Oh No!😮🙄

Train image here

‘A Betrayal of the North’

Haiku: Lords a reaping

With reference to the Lord of Misrule. Traditionally, he is appointed at Christmas time to preside over the Feast of Fools.

First in my new occasional series ‘End of Days’ where I dilute (and believe me, I do dilute) my political outrage into a Haiku. Its been a daily occurrence (my outrage and despair) since this ‘government’ got into power. Johnson has awarded more peerages (including family, donors and friends) than any other PM. The scandal of cash for peerages is still raging Here and I dare say many Lords in Waiting will ready to leap and reap their reward.

Lords a leaping

Slathering with cash

Paths of their greasy tenure

The Lords of Misrule.

With reference to the Lord of Misrule. Traditionally, he is appointed at Christmas time to preside over the Feast of Fools.

Elastoplast for the Past

Slipping behind again with my blogs again. Where does the time go🤔 When I first started my blogs up, the plan was to post a few times a week. So much for plans🙄 I’d have been better off doing a diary (as I write in that every day.

Anyway… here’s a short poem I wrote the other day when I was thinking about some matters I haven’t completely dealt with. I get them out so often, puzzle about them, decide they’re too painful or difficult to deal with – and back they go, safely under lock and key. This is a way of ‘dealing’ with em. The new shelving🙄

Elastoplast for the Past

Feeling

Healing

quick fix hack.

Abrupt

Clean up

the latest bombast

Drummed up

Dumbed up

Paper the crack

Stickily

Wickedly

Leaving it’s mark

Snapped shut

Wrapped up

Sent back to the dark.

© Lynda M Roberts

Random Haiku from my Covid-19 Diary (Day420)

The Black Dog

This was written on one of the down days. This pandemic has impacted on a lot of peoples mental health. Being forced to live life in an abnormal way doesn’t sit well with me. The day I start to accept the abnormal as ‘normal’ is the day I give up railing against this machine. No chance of that.

Though freedom beckons,

The Black Dog stubbornly clings

And dictates the scene.

© Lynda M Roberts

An April Trinity of Haiku’s

So many things happen in the month of April, beginning with today which is April Fools Day.

Greetings!  King of Fools

Tricking the Spring as he steps

Quickly – with bells on.

Then there’s the Easter festival – derived from the ancient fertility goddess Eostre. Read about The Fools Day Out in another post over on my Echostains blog Here

Behold the dawning!

From death has life arisen

And we are joyful!

So new life, birth, resurrection translate into Easter eggs, chicks and flowers. What’s not to like!

All hail the daybreak!

Yellow downy headed chick

On this clear morning

Thanks to;-

Images from Here Here and Here

Poem: Orb Worship Revisited

I see a bit of sunshine and at once my spirits are uplifted and borne away on a sunlit day, so artfully. Let’s hope there’s more of it around the corner. I was reminded of this poem I wrote, so I’ve revisited it.

Orb

Even the shite shines golden,

You can see why the Druids were beholden

And those pyramids were hewn

From those beads of sweat

And the swastika shrugs

Lest we forget

The worshipping of our eternal orb

Which drenches our nature

And which we absorb.

Zorba the Greek dance on

Whilst bright Helios shone down,

Cruel and relentless,

Melting the wings of Icarus

And bringing him back to Earth

With a Bang

Lynda Roberts 2005

Goblins! Beware!

I remember being absolutely terrified by this poem when I was a child.  The poem is ‘The Goblin Market‘ and it was written 1859 by Christina Rossetti, sister to Pre Raphaelite Dante Gabriel Rossetti He illustrated the poem for her.  The descriptions of these Goblin men still give me the creeps to this day!  The poem is a long one and the warning is a wise one – beware of Goblin men….

 

Thanks to Stellanimation for this video,