Sonnet – Reality

Reality is practicality;like meeting need, wanting wants, surviving.These markers of success show you thriving;failure to meet them feeds fatality. But before finding your finality;In your search for success you are strivingassured that affluence is arriving.Self-belief is a technicality. Most will work hard as they try to achieveyet there are some who take more than they... Continue Reading →

Senryu – #indyref2

Without people’s will;Independence cannot comeSoon enough for us. 2020©DSCoremans Picture Used Taken: Stirling, Scotland (November, 2016) ©DSCoremans

Senryu – Politics

Government has failedTo provide; for the nationTrusted politics. 2020©DSCoremans Picture Used Taken: London, England (June, 2007) ©DSCoremans

Sonnet – #indyref2

Chaos; their downfall and their sordid shield,this small government of one trick ponies.Inexperienced, out of touch phonies;who grasp a fiery sword too hot to wield This cabinet lacks experts of the field;all opportunists or Johnson’s cronies.Waste of nation’s time on ceremonies;another option most found unappealing and while Corbyn’s loss may be Starmer’s gainwill this new... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Science-Fiction

I would rather it were science-fiction, Than painfully, profound reality. I cannot believe that the world if free, When Poverty, seems like an addiction. Living from one pay-check to the next one, Is a societal sickness. Disagree? When Rent over Food is necessity. How can one plan for what is to come? Recklessly destroyed resources... Continue Reading →

Zanze: Burning Bridges

Burning bridges as you exit And then lining up your pockets. “What’s the point of fucking Brexit!?” Hear the war cry of the rockets. Burning bridges as you Begin to walk away From talks which are now through, And from your path, you stray. Burning bridges, For what seems fun. Drawn like midges, Your feast... Continue Reading →

Zanze: Written In The Sand

Written in the Sand is a word. It is the only word written. Overhead, flies a fearless bird, It sees not the lines of Britain. Written in the Sand is A message to mankind. Though to the writer this May be here to remind. Written in the Stones from the sand, Smoothed by weather Passing... Continue Reading →

A Poem: How The Fuck?

How the fuck, Did she survive? Just like Brexit She refuses to die. Like a cockroach Crawling on parliament floor She may be the leader, But the woman’s a bore. “The worst thing I did? Why running through wheat.” She says to the nation, Pretending she’s sweet. But if ever this woman, Was sweet, now... Continue Reading →

WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Skip to toolbar