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Why Should We Bother?

Living off the landbuilt by another’s handstill we take no standfor why should we? Taking what we needfor one day we’ll leaveno one lives foreverso why should we bother? When we diedo we walk onor do we sink foreverand leave the world behind? Dining on the breadbaked by those long deadwe can’t speak with theContinue reading “Why Should We Bother?”

Up North

Smuggle me up north,I promise to behave,I’m tired of jumping east to west,skipping over my grave. This land of sneers and smirkslooks a lot like minebut where there should be mirthsealed lips are all I find. Send me on my wayand I’ll return up northwhere the sun seldom shinesbut I do. © Davey Cobb 2023Continue reading “Up North”

Castle Walls

Walk along the castle wallfall in close behind mehear the birds, the swaying treeslose yourself to nature. I was once a child toostood here with my fatherpointing at the parapetsin the old rose garden. As I grew, the castle wallsaged not a single yearbut time has passed and I have greyedthe same shade as theContinue reading “Castle Walls”

Roses of Home

Walk with me through the wild winddown the path, overgrownto the secret garden with my heartbeatto smell the roses of home. Sing with me of Old Englandin the shadow of our homeof green valesof pale wedding veilsas we smell the roses of home. Dance with me as the sun setspleasure slides down our throatswe laughContinue reading “Roses of Home”

Overlords

You fight in warsdeclared indoors,under the tablewe applaud,the freedom fableis gifted, sold,the battle is overwhen you are told. We weaponisethe blind and brave,we educatethe deaf, depraved,we colonisethe lands unscathedthen marketisethe earth we saveand pacifywith songs of praiseand nullifywith want and wage. You struggle on,you sacrifice,you graft to liveas others die,you wait for paydayand then itContinue reading “Overlords”

A Man of Reason

A man of good reason,a man of good taste,a man of high fashion,oppressive in lace,his belly is fullwith illusions of power,he’s lauded by allas the man of the hour. A man of good conscience,a man of the church,a gentleman calleras gentle as dirt,“permission to breatheshould be granted at birth,”he laughs over wineas he orders dessert.Continue reading “A Man of Reason”

This Is Who I Am

I’m aware of my failures,I’m wary of neighbours,I fret and I feastin the face of faux dangers. I listen to strangers,their ignorant flavours,a fools’ witless buffetto feed my displeasure. I’m hurt beyond measureentangled in heatherthat brushes the hillsof childhood oppression. I listen to strangersdespite my intentions,hearing them singthe ballads of depression. I’m aware of myContinue reading “This Is Who I Am”

These Streets

I will one day forgetthe shapes of these streets,the tarmac forever incomplete,the cracked pavement under my feet,the misery in every face I greet. I will one day forgivethe complacency and hatedribbled from bruised lips,wept from weary eyes,plucked from pools of sick. I will one day forgetthe friends who fed me to lions,who stabbed me inContinue reading “These Streets”

Friends of the Past

The friends from my youthI will one day forgetwhen I reach the final stretchthe friends for whom I weptwill be no more than a sketchfaint and foggy in my head. Should I let them go before I ageand relegate those bitter memoriesto the funeral pyre of past regretsand silly, secondhand mistakesthat I still rue toContinue reading “Friends of the Past”