Response to Douglas Ross

"Like a wolf who attempts to dress as a sheep to fool the flock, his attempts at spin are as transparent as the emperor's clothes and neither Ross nor his naked emperor Johnson seem to have any respect or recognition of the pride that Scotland has in herself."DS Coremans Rhyming Couplets - Douglas Ross Can’t... Continue Reading →

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: Media Trends

Is your life on shuffle or on repeat? Trying to follow each hashtag and tweet. More time spent with followers than friends Obsessing over the media trends. Those viral viewpoints are fast forgotten, Hidden in the history they rot in. Becoming only our ammunition For challenging trivial tradition. For those who are chosen to represent,... 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 →

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