Daily Archives: January 24, 2018

A Queued (From “Queued At World’s End”) by Paul Brookes

I am not a silent poet

life. Born to this line
of cotted bairns,

crocodiled infants, later slumped with others outside

a locked classroom wait for lessons,
marshalled exams desks.

Job interview stare at strangers,
ranked at work,

Drs, dentists waiting rooms,
appointmented even my wedding.

Waiting list for a council house,
parents evening line up with others.

Finally listed as deceased in papers, online.
Regimented plaque for my cremation.

As that world ends another begins.
Join another queue, another thought

of final judgement already delivered,
or forever pended.

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Davos by Mike Gallagher

I am not a silent poet

The hypocrisy of talking
equality, inclusiveness,
in the exclusiveness
of their Swiss tax haven
not lost on new vultures,
now circling. They see no need
to be sorry for their culture
of access to excess,
of me, me, me.


Mike Gallagher is an Irish writer, poet and editor. His prose, poetry, haiku and songs have been published throughout Europe, America, Australia, Nepal, India, Pakistan, Thailand, Mexico, The Philippines, Japan and Canada. His writing has been translated into Irish, Croatian, Japanese, Dutch, German, Italian and Chinese.

He won the Michael Hartnett Viva Voce competition in 2010 and 2016, was shortlisted for the Hennessy Award in 2011 and won the Desmond O’Grady International Poetry Contest in 2012.

His poetry collection Stick on Stone was published by Revival Press in 2013.


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Consequences of Inaction by Jacqueline Claire Knight

I am not a silent poet

We knew, the people in the street.
We all saw the new cars, the rush to buy,
questioned how neighbours could afford
flashy weddings and communions as
if the village was suddenly as rich as the elite
posing on glossy pages at the hairdressers.

But those were the innocents, tempted to spend,
lured by kind bankers to take out loans,
caught up in the frenzy of avarice,
it all seemed so normal when everywhere you looked,
everyone you knew was doing the same,
ignoring the payback noose, tightening.

The guilty are those who played corruption as a game.
The banks, no excuses, there can be honest profit.
The truly unforgivable, our elected representatives
wooing with lies, stealing our votes, wasting our taxes,
pocketing their percentage, laughing at the fools,
those stamped on whilst blinded by tribal blinkers.

And still we knew, just had no proof.
Knew they…

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