a trillion slain guerillas in the mid-end? a million extinct orangutans in the rain forest? a billion bony corpses in the desert? a gazillion cut-down kids on the moon? a zillion plastic-poisoned piranhas in the sea? a trillion dismembered family members flung across battlefields? a nonillion sacrificed soldiers marching on Mars?
The Solfeggios – Guido’s Children is a healing poem, a celebration of the powerful Solfeggio sound frequencies that can reach beyond pain and comprehension.
The Solfeggios – Guido’s Children
One thousand years ago, Guido fell into Paul’s hymn honouring John roaring in the desert. His breath stretched expanding lungs, arms rounding down deep to raise up six children for cover. Weaving wind and water, birds and thunder, fairies and heartbeats, Guido knotted a blanket to fan mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers from hot and cold, to mend bones, to dry blood, glue cuts, and to bind enemies. Now, Guido’s quilt carpets every fibre, his children scaling mountains high and rivers deep.
And now for a bit of Brexit poetry seeing as there’s no end in sight and the world looks on as British politicians try to sort out the Brexit mess.
Out to Lunch
Bunch of grand chaps pledged to Return Britannia to whilom glory and Endow her people with bling and swagger. They sought to Xtract her from the traitorous union, but In-House rhubarb thwarted their grand plan. Too bad she now looks like she’s out to lunch.
Robin Hood, Where Are You? is an equality poem highlighting the global inequality crisis affecting billions of people. The wealth gap continues to grow.
Robin Hood, Where Are You?
I know you’re dead a few hundred years, some say, you didn’t even exist, are but a fantasy figure made up for pure entertainment, but anyhow, I know better.
I feel compelled to write to you and urge you to come here at once. You see, we need your help right now. Where? I hear you ask.
Let me put your mind at rest first. No, the Sheriff of Nottingham hasn’t returned to throw his weight around once more. But the trouble is, he’s got many successors who’ve taken on his ways. They live off the poor, are cruel and greedy, just like he was when you took matters into your own hands. Why can’t we do the same? I hear you ask.
Well, we’re not as brave and clever as you. Some have tried, more have failed. And now, most people live off crumbs and a handful of folks live the life of Reilly. If only you could get yourself down here on your best horse and do what you did all those years ago.
ROB FROM THE RICH AND GIVE TO THE POOR
So, please hurry, this is an emergency! I can assure you, you’d be a hero once more.
PS: Feel free to bring Lady Marian for support PPS: We need you in Australia, Africa, Europe, New Zeeland, Asia. the Americas, and Antartica, so you’ll be busy for a while!