Starry beams

Hope, for all you are worth,
In clarions of love to light
A diadem of noble dreams
Upon the aching soul of Earth.

Anoint her with your starry beams,
Each prayer to heal a world of hurt.
In deep of night, make spirit bright,
As midwives to a beacon’s birth.


Merry Christmas. Chanukah Sameach. May you wish high and with all your beautiful might. đź’«


I dream an England

I dream an England
of pleasant breezes and nourishing rains;
where the sun warms the heart and illumines the mind
and finds my spirit rising
as the rose inhales the earth and sky,
beyond where flag and anthem fly.
I dream an England
where the holly and the oak embrace
and outward face together, the world to measure
wider than her grade of fruit.
I dream an England
of rivers, where memory flows
in clear pursuit of wisdom; where empathy brooks
and inspiration springs.
I dream an England
where integrity sings from the very rocks
and every pebble speaks dignity and honour;
where the civic climate makes us stronger
and friction knows civility and growth is grace.
I dream an England
where the Commons teems with life; where thrives
a state of every colour and each Being is valued
as a work of art and race is what Love does to the heart.

Merry May

Merry May
the rays ignite
a higher, wiser, inner sight
and fire in the belly
quicken, now, our power
raise the Just in common might

Time and tide (Everybody out!)

Everybody out!
There’s a reckoning to come
Punch out; time’s ticking

Britons to the quick
There’s a kicking to be done
And con men to rout

We shall overcome
Grab your pitchforks, everyone
Tide is turning fast

One collective push
And the tower tumbles down
And the crown is passed

Time and tide are now
All together we are in
No doubt we can win

Democratic clout
Bring social justice in with
Everybody out!

Spirit shots

I reached out…
Love was there:
the kind of love
that restores your faith
in Humanity
in yourself
the kind of love
that renews
that strengthens the very core
that reminds you who You are
touches the heart
fills the spirit…
And I soaked it up

My deepest gratitude to all who responded to my previous post. I have been overwhelmed by your concern and solidarity; your empathy and kind wishes. My spirit is greatly lifted and a lifted spirit is the most powerful medicine I could possibly have need of. Thereof do I derive all my strength. Thank you, for helping to boost it. xXx ⚡️

Do not apologise

Do not apologise for seeking social justice.
Do not apologise for believing in a higher ethic.
Do not apologise for expecting competence and integrity
in our leaders; in our institutions.
Do not apologise for wanting better for yourself;
for your children; for your fellow Beings.
Do not apologise for respecting our planet
in our taking; in our sharing.
Do not apologise for imagining a future of peace;
of freedom; of dignity
but welcome your humanity.
A kinder world is possible; is waiting.

Happy New Year, lovely people!

Happy New Year, you lovely people!
Thank you for being!


We are cosmic prisms,
reflecting, connecting, with infinite vibrations
that shake the physical and consume the spiritual.
Intense awareness is ours – experience is sharp.
We are our teachers and our pupils;
scholars of the wisdom well,
plunging into Truth and emerging as fountains,
sprinkling little drops of consequence and potential.


May the New Year see our resolve renewed
and our wishes bear a sweeter fruit.
May we stride purposefully into our future
with hope, strength and confidence.
May we find trust in our own judgement
and the courage to meet our tests.
May we see more light, feel more love,
hear deeper truths, speak higher wisdom
and taste real progress.


New Year’s Resolution

As another year
Of choreographed fear,
Institutional rust
And mutual mistrust
Comes to its close
But, yet, projects, without repose,
The TINA thrust,
May we resolve, as seems, we must
To let our righteous cosmic dust
Get right on up the noses
Of all wicked, crony power-lust
In doses Just and just enough,
That greedy gasbags self-combust.

“Shame on you!”

We get the government we deserve. On a long enough timeline, in a Democracy, we are, collectively, all responsible for where we are. But, for a variety of reasons, under the umbrellas of, say, Time and Inclination, this deservedness is not so straightforward.

Still, if your information, choices and references come from a repetitive half-hour news cycle, carefully crafted and selected soundbites, utopianists and the newspaper headlines of an agenda-driven press, whether by choice or accessibility, you really cannot claim to understand or even properly know what is going on in this country or the wider world. You are living in a bubble of gloss.

And this bubble is about to burst for a great many voters who crossed the Conservative Party box in the last General Election and now feel naive or betrayed, as exemplified by the much-highlighted cry of audience member, Michelle Dorrell, in the recent BBC Question Time programme. (Dover, you were magnificent, by the way.) I must admit, dear Reader, to a wry flash of a smile. At last! I thought. To myself.

Many, who consider themselves left of the status quo are seeing this event as an opportunity to reach out, enlighten and invite solidarity and co-operation. Theirs is a sense of relief and optimism that a very dark and oppressive veil is finally being lifted. They perceive the quickening of a shift in mainstream consciousness and potential for momentum in emergent narratives. After all, such Tory voters as Michelle Dorrell must, surely, now ask: if I was tricked over the tax credits (work penalty), then where else and over what else, have I been duped or deceived myself?

But the Public’s response to her new victimhood has been rather mixed, as reading Twitter the next day showed. I know: social media, right? But social media is just the human condition, reflected in all its glory, expressed online. It’s still representative, or at least indicative, if you step out of confirmation bias timelines. Anyway, no matter: it was the negative reactions of so many people (and not restricted to social media) by which I have been most struck.

They appear to see Michelle’s recent voting preference as a wholly unforgivable act. Her plight, now, they say, is simply her just reward and she must take responsibility for it. Like she doesn’t know, already! They express their own and very real victimhood as though it were all delivered by her betraying hand, not just of them but of the whole country. She is being projected as the Face for an entire demographic of electoral traitors.

Anyone who sees the myriad dangers that this Neo-Conservative government presents is justified in their anger at the motivations of, particularly, Tory voters and/or confusion as to there actually being sufficient of them to vote the Tories back in but, even so, it is wiser, kinder, more appropriate and strategically much more astute to cast the blame at the Government of the Day than at individual, private, fellow-citizens.

Calling out elected and/or appointed politicos, public moralisers, stenographic and perfidious journalism is the consequence of critical thinking and a vital ingredient of Democracy. It’s the purpose of satire and a righteous good use of free speech. As is questioning and criticism about how a Society behaves and its sections, thereof. But, singling out private, power-of-one individuals that you don’t even know, just to cathartically project public condemnation and vitriol, is another matter, entirely. It says more about you. It says that you are mean-spirited, intransigent, tribal before Reason and that you risk becoming the bigger hindrance to progress and the longer-lasting problem to Society.

We’re all trying to navigate a dirty, choppy sea of poll-pushing obsessives, propagandising MPs and opportunist journalicians. They’re our real problem. If you keep beating up on and slagging off private citizens then you are mostly helping The Powers That Be to maintain Divide and Rule. We are all infuriating fools to someone and making admittedly gullible voters the enemy – our fellow citizens; our neighbours – is scapegoating and the beginning of a road to civil war.

Our real socio-economic foes are those with the political power over Law, policy and public information; those who distort facts and invent or omit others; those who deliberately manipulate our emotions and toy with our heads in order to control outcomes. To control us.

Know your enemy. It is a spinning entity; a fable machine. That’s what needs calling out and bringing down. Not we, each other.