Myrmidons

Following like flies to the shithouse

These citizens are up on their crap

Ready to distil the teachings

Of a wrong-un in a tin foil hat

These myrmidons follow their leaders

Like ants slowly walking the line

And when it all gets too much for feeling

They’ll put the whole thing online

They’ll put the whole thing online

See/Hear

Let me see
Beyond the structure
Across the walls
Over the platforms
Where content
Falters
Lies whispered in breeze
Amplified by follows
Click click cicadas
Alone and together

Let me hear
The words that
Need to be heard
That can rise
Above the false notes
The trap doors
In open passageways
Of our perception
The words of the eternal
The words of the one

Robert W. Monk

Game

Stick to the

Game plan

Ahead lies

A new world

Twinkling in twilight

Winds change

Stars unfold

Robert W. Monk

Question marks

Visio Mag – Dreams

Pleased to see that I had a poem published in the latest issue of the ever-excellent Visio Mag.

The Dreams issue looks at our inner dream life. My poem ‘Old Dreams on Repeat’ features alongside images, poems, stories and reportage.

Sweet dreams.

Above and Beyond

I wrote the following five years ago in Feb 2016… on hearing about David Cameron’s call for a referendum on whether the UK should leave the EU. It was put to the vote that June… feels like a loooong time ago…


ABOVE AND BEYOND


Above and Beyond 
Within and Without 
Crossing the Border 
No Shadow of Doubt

Do They Mean us
Or Do They Mean them
The spangled terms and pronouns
Need a referendum

To play the part
The steps are all-too-clear
Remove half-brain
Then jump, shout, cheer

Time changes
And so do the thoughts
A brush with power
Asleep in the courts

Filter trap

Filter trap
Cake hole
Rowing down the line
Eyes plucked out
Mask in line
What a pretty game
The end gets caught
By flying wide
The start is just the same

Cold

Blue just blue
With white around the edges
Not azure or sapphire or cerulean
Just blue

Distinctly
Cold
Extra layers
And extra coffee

Curtains

Curtain drapes dress the room

Away from night,

Away from dark.

Sleeping roof under the moon

Beyond space,

Beyond time.

Speech for Free

It comes at a price

Like everything else

Hate

Like everything else

Got monetized

Free speech if you want it

Go easy on the peddlers

And the ‘truth’ will out

You think so ?

This outlook of

Laissez-faire to middling

And a long

Lost clamp-down

To avoid shut-down

Brings storm clouds