The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
A short story for kids as Susie Swan saves the wood from General Snail…
This is about my father County Councillor John Wilson a native of Scale House Farm Galgate Lancaster who died in 1973 suddenly age 44 yrs wouldn’t mind it read out sometime sadly missed.
In 1957, the Prime Minister, Harold Macmillan told a Conservative rally in Bedford that the people of the UK had never had it so good. It may seem as though we are more distant than ever from the days of the post-war boom, just before the swinging sixties crashed into the seventies and on to the demolition of industry under Thatcher. For example, now more than 100,000 people have lost jobs due to the impact of the government’s response to the corona virus pandemic. Young people see dreams crushed due to failings in the exam system and the prospect of a no deal Brexit is written about in the pen of the doom-mongering journalists.
Yet, I will argue that, despite the tragic trail of the virus, we have, in fact, never had such a great opportunity to reflect, rebuild and restore this country as a centre for industry and to build a much fairer and more socialist state. We need the government to commit to a policy of buying British; supermarkets to be encouraged to invest in UK produce, which is guaranteed by stringent UK quality control. Our universities have shown magnificent flair in working towards finding a vaccine for the virus and distance learning opportunities have flourished. We need to invest further into research opportunities and technology. With technology comes all the requisite sub-industries and trades. Our young people are willing to work and need apprenticeships that lead to jobs. The care sector can flourish if its staff are paid better for the hard work they undertake. Yet this renaissance needs to be centrally controlled.
Now we have left the EU and learnt how unwise it is to have a country that depends so greatly on the service sector, we can repair the damage done over the past fifty years. In 1957, we may have had a flourishing economy, but it flourished largely because nationalised services and industries formed the backbone of the economy and led to a robust infrastructure. If we aim towards the instigation of a more socialist government with a policy for egalitarian investment and nationalisation then once again, we can have it good we can have it very good indeed.
The mind of maverick poet Mason Cult, grappling the hell of modern living, poetic despair and deep thinking. Mason at his most difficult and reflective moods in his fourth poetry book from the Peoples Republic of Yorkshire. Feel the anger as Mason battles against modern life or the modern hell of living as he often calls it. No matter how stressful life gets there is always time for poetry.
Mankinds inability to acknowledge the impact of reckless procreation. Man has a mind with fault in the vacuum of that mind, desires and matters carnal have overidden the senses so much that the sex act very often has no purpose than that of an animal
existence. Suffer children, well yes they do. Security warmth and well being to most is all but lost no. In the haze of consumerism of all angles and facets .The arms small and large surround and draw in material artefacts as some form of right
that to be without is less than the norm, it is everywhere, what the eyes do see the remains of the tired heart craves over. Man is now as a sea of waste and changes more coats than he will ever truly need, but too many children do without basics due to a political class of evil of all colours , indeed we are all products of divide and rule and this is historically now and into any future embedded into mankinds symbiotic faliures .
Far to the far and lost to the lost, in contrast, contract, contradictions. How to behave, how to be on time to stand in line till the end of the line until your time is done, upon conveyor belts of frenzy, processed, as the meat we eat. So similar are we
for now there is no desent, if human life is so wrong, all your emotions cried into a bucket. If I am reincarnated which world will I try next and who will be my father.