Face The Strange

in this grade 2
listed building

dank and musty
forget the imagery

I’ll devise this poem
untitled,

and
a full stop

further down
the page

temporal smile-
why not?

 

 

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About Poems

Poems
Someone told me
are not written
but fester in the mind
until spewed out
onto the blank canvas.

Poems
when published
are given away
so the poet
must learn
the craft of letting go.

Poems
were present
before you and I –
recited by ancients
to vast public crowds
or in the King’s court.

Poems
scratched as hieroglyphs,
paint vivid pictures
that lures the reader
away from didactic
mundane realities.

Poems
are the responsibility
of the writer
so when criticized
the author should not complain
or even worse curl up
in the fetus position
feeling blue for days.

Poems
do not have to rhyme
but can projectively
free verse all the way
to eternity.

Poems
can be be exchanged
for money
but nowadays many
say poetry is a dying art –
long live the poem.

Grenfell Tower: How many dead?

a tall charred tower

parades for eyes who wish to view

 

though I wasn’t there

people burnt in their rooms

while others scampered

the hallways

 

some sought relief

jumping high balconies –

children, mothers, fathers, friends

frantically screaming

 

as a rabid fire uproots

a community and shines

a spotlight on a nation

(the richest will not cater for it’s poor).

 

the cladding on the Tower,

and a Hotpoint fridge

notably mentioned

stirring this nightmare.

 

79 deceased

imprints on the psyche

but Brexit and May

storm back on the agenda.

 

the media complies

wistfully reporting failed safety checks

but others want to know who’s missing?

who’s dead?

 

who’s grieving?

who’s homeless?

who’s penniless?

who’s angry?

 

though I wasn’t there

a resident said

“we are not angry –

we are traumatized.”

 

No final Grenfell Tower death toll ‘this year’
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-40434741

 

Grenfell residents’ groups compile lists of victims and survivors https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2017/jun/28/grenfell-residents-groups-compile-lists-of-victims-and-survivors

 

Staked in Canary Wharf

committed to root out funding extremists,
emboldened by Donald Trump’s war dance,
Saudis and allies blockade Qatar,
shining light on a tiny nation.

Harrods, the Shard and Chelsea Barracks,
she bathes in swathes of capital.
but isolated, naked, critical investments
prompts London to ogle possibilities.

 

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/business/2017/03/17/qataris-london-queen/

Black British

Golden leaves colour the grey cold floor I walk on pondering. Born of Jamaicans plundered.  My patois perplexes & my complexion: milk chocolate brown under the jaded sun.  Perfectly bespoke – broken.  I seethe on remembering my ancestor chanting a frantic Wolof song. He bashed his drum cementing his tongue to the roots. On the grainy pale beach lined by baobabs – I and I stood by but couldn’t understand the lingua. You know wa mi bloodclart mean?

Heathrow Airport Third Runway

If China has a stake in Heathrow Airport Holdings
Then I surmise the third runway authorized
Would be granted by Theresa May, naturally.
I am surprised that

Thousands of people die every year – air polluted:
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe in central London
But who cares?
The owners?

Ferrovial S.A., Qatar Holding LLC,
Caisse de dépôt et placement du Québec,
Government of Singapore Investment Corporation,
Alinda Capital Partners, China Investment Corporation

and Universities Superannuation Scheme (USS).
Brexit? I can hardly pronounce those investors.
Plus 25% extra for bulldozing homes?
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.

 

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2015/jul/15/nearly-9500-people-die-each-year-in-london-because-of-air-pollution-study

Brexit Aftermath

I see the Chief Economist towering over Brexit, as the common person reviles in benign betrayal while lifting toadstools in Tescos. Lamenting an experiment of overhaul: the imperfect structural coherence we knew to be reconstructed in beguiling new guise. The downward pound bumbles through the market, prices hiked and experts forecasting this exit who may? Politics cloaked in dark obfuscation, deflation apparently self-fulfilling, and this House of Cards I am building dramatically collapses.