When did Fetty Wap
replace stevie Wonder,
with an infinitly more sight
but a sliver of insight.
Portraits
Poetic portraits
Part of Something
I read somewhere that parents spend less time with their children than 40 years ago.
And this thought spins in my head as I see your daughter in silence,
Her hands plaited on her lap. Her mother the other end of the 312.
Partisan extremism seems to be on the rise these days.
We all want to be part of something.
Almost Funny
It’s almost funny
Again I wear my black coat,
And again
Discerning eyes linger
Scanning for signs of a threat.
Untitled – 23/11/16
And it seemed as if hopes were aloft
asunder from liberty’s grasp.
An ethereal hand washes
all away,
against the mundane plight.
I must rest my eyes, before
tomorrow’s light stings my eyes.
Right…
With rise and fall of right and all
Moving on again to its peak from finish
I wonder if your love for me will diminish
As in the past some of us were strung
upon the most local yew
and I fear I will be forever a hue askew
an other,
diverse
from the rest of you.
Andy’s Post
It seems like your voice comes only at times of sensitivity
dissonant opinion sharing -your subversive activity
“Don’t shoot the messenger -Oh…”
“I’m just playing Devil’s Advocate”
“People are evil”
-“they’re morally reprobate.”
But I tire of your distinct brand of banter
and your progressive take on the Trump banner,
regardless of what’s good and what is lost
it’ll not be your ethnicity
that pays the cost.
South Norwood
What lingers in the air is the scent of, mum’s cooking
cooked by someone’s Aunty from Spanish-town.
New black Bimmers pulling up
to get a recession priced chicken & rice.
Prams and pushers slowing down the 312,
and some fool claims his new oyster card’s ‘in the post‘.
The sky’s blue,
cracking through new build Aldi and the ancient maisonette.
It’s quiet today, the school children at home preparing for school tomorrow,
And the response they’ll give to ‘Where’s your homework!?’
And still after 20 years I love you all the same.
Wise to your failings and flaws.
Your potential
and your trembling peace.
L’inconnu
I don’t know where these Union Jacks flags came from,
Their interdispersed patriotism
Realpolitik from a bungalow very much mundane.
We’ve exercised our partition
With a pride of divorce
We know who we are
Our diversed society resourcing our identity from selective shunning.
But again soon this pride will fade.
As will the #PostRefRacism
again we will cool complacent.
J.C. FitzDerick 