by Chris Green | Jan 11, 2008 | Poetry
I remember the warmth of, and the rise Of hardest stones, comfortable safety; Sleeping at home, hidden from human eyes. I remember the tapping of hammers Through my grain, the boring of steel feathers; Wedges cracking me from my parent stone. I remember the steel...
by Chris Green | Jan 11, 2008 | Poetry
I remember my old, fool-hardy ways In those far, far away, much younger days When alcohol fuelled my uncontrolled mind And thoughts of many things fun things, all defined As escapades in the dark of the night – No respect to prevent my poor delight. I remember when...
by Chris Green | Jan 11, 2008 | Poetry
“Its all for the public good,” they all allege, “Read these, our words, watch and hear our pledge – Information for all our commuters,” These granite words pour from their computers. Sell more sheets of the public tabloid press, Lies, nonsense and rubbish with no...
by Chris Green | Oct 28, 2007 | Poetry
Last night I watched you struggling To break through the window glass And I watched you freezing, Dying, as all things pass. Last night I could have moved you inside To die, perhaps, but warm, at least, And cared for at your last bedside, As your life went and you...
by Chris Green | Nov 20, 2006 | Poetry
The Duty of Care, Mister Blair: The Social Contract Between the United Kingdom And those who fight For Queen and Country. What price care? Mr Blair. Now you’ve destroyed The support services And military hospitals: What price Duty of Care? Mister Blair. Join the queue...
