Summer's Dissapointment (#15 NaPoWriMo)

Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Because you always tend to disappoint;
Promised sunshine drifts off then fades to grey,
And verdant pastures do the summer showers anoint.
Sometimes your beauty burns beholder’s eyes,
And all around chill and mask your presence,
And like summer delights, you momentarily mesmerise;
By design, you have divine ratio’s semblance.
But moments, they are not everlasting;
Nor can instances of beauty cover evidence in mind.
Nor can recollections of affection keep one lingering,
When summer’s gone; me lonely waiting, you will not find.
     So long to the fleeting warmth that you once gave,
     So long to a life lived hoping, I’ll take reality to the grave.

The comfortable dissenter

We drift up to vent frustration on social media,
Then sink back into our chairs.
Content with this airing of views.
But air must move to be powerful.

In coming years we have a choice,
To shy away from confrontation,
Until our space to vent is gone.
Or, join with those who put their bodies on the line.
Support them in person, not from afar.

Unfasten your wrists from the keyboard,
Abandon the TV remote,
Remember that democratic responsibility,
Doesn’t start and end with a vote.

Life is a protest,
Don’t go quietly.

The Unburdened Union (#3 NaPoWriMo)

Puppetted up the aisle, Cindy carrying his dress
Ken looks quite charming in his wedding day best
A decision had been reached; Ken could now be true;
To the person he loved, his most charming of dudes
Yes Barbie was upset, but she knew it was right
Because up beside Ken; his darling and delight
As he reaches the altar (a book from the shelf)
Ken’s turned towards Buzz, in sickness and health.

Action Man clutches an embroidered hanky
He hopes he’ll be next; arm wrapped around Barny
Behind them sits a hand-me-down doll,
Surrounded by a gaggle of treasurable trolls
Their hair combed high, a rainbow of turrets
Introducing the church to the LGBT colours.

The church for the day; a cardboard contraption
Once the home of the vacuum, reclaimed, after a fashion
Here they are, young Jessie and Adam
Pairing up their charges, a preparatory action
Because in a few days, once the toys are all wed
They’ll be back in the church, saying their vows instead.

Vitamin D (#1 NaPoWriMo)

A lot has been said about vitamins
You all should know about A, B and C
But can you tell me where
We get, that mysterious vitamin D?

It comes from far, far away,
Without it’s light we would struggle to see;
The sun is the source, the place where
We get, that magnificent vitamin D.

So put down your phone and your gadgets,
Exit your inbox, turn off that PC,
Go outside, to a place where
It’s sunny, and soak up some vitamin D.


We’ve unplugged, but what next…
Perhaps we all yearn to escape?
To be more than wire-less.
To be rid of the ever present hum;
The digital suits that surround us.

But we cannot escape it,
Not just yet.
So one more click
One more story
We can disconnect.

esceulus replied to your photo: Unite have added Mx to their epic list of titles….

I emailed Unite in August 2013 asking them to drop the binary options. From the above it doesn’t seem like they’ve changed them yet [although they have made them optional which is better than before].

I’m not sure whether you mean binary gender or binary titles. It does look like they’ve still got binary gender on there. :/ That might be something for MxActivist.

But I’m in favour of them leaving the binary titles on there. Lots of people still like them, and like to use them to express their binary genders, which is totally fine by me.

The Gospel according to Mark (Carrigan) ... part 1

In the beginning there was the word. And it was coded in HTML.

But then Mark thought, “HTML is an outdated web-conveyance system.” And he created HTML4.

And lo the word was now coded in HTML4, ready to sail the browser seas (all of which Mark created*).

*Except Safari, because that is a heathen browser.

Natural Reflection (#8 NaPoWriMo)

Planking on the grass, growing through the chalky soil of Normandy
Beneath the impressive frontage of a reclaimed baronial Château
A sporting weekend in the countryside, across the busy channel
Becomes a trapdoor of realisation into a mirror full of regret.

Sitting now, reflecting on a life half-lived in an artificial world,
Days and weeks spent Googling; companies, people, words.
Vistas of valleys on a desktop are, nothing compared to this;
The view is fine but you just can’t beat this sensory bliss.

Love turns to hate

Sometimes people drift apart
And you both see the paths diverging.
But I couldn’t see this

We were always together
Alone in a city with only each-other.
And then that changed

Our two was soon to become three
So we packed up and flew away.
Back to your homeland

And we were no longer alone as one
You had your family around you.
I was the outsider

From a world of you and me verses
It became your world verses me
And I couldn’t fight

So, when they ask what happened
Tell the truth - circumstance flipped our coin
From love to hate