Scare Mongering


Another day closer to the UK’s general election, another political themed poem. Lovely fluffy poetry will return at some point…

Scare Mongering

Tell me cousin,

do you really think 

that a when gaggle of Little Boys and Fat Men

will keep your little ones safe at night?
Do you really think

that a finger hovering near the big red button

will keep your little ones safe at night?
Do you really think

that less bobbies on the beat and no NHS

will keep your little ones safe at night? 
Do you really think

that shutting down our borders to those not born here

will keep your little ones safe at night? 
Do you really think 

that polarising people of this place you’re so proud

will keep your little ones safe at night?
Do you really think

that letting the government’s ears and eyes creep further into our private lives,

will keep your little ones safe at night? 
Tell me cousin,

what you really think

about the families living on the brink –

of nothing;

who’s going to keep their little ones safe at night?
Tell me cousin,

what would you think

is more important

if it was your family on the brink – 

of nothing;

a few dozen war-heads or those mouths waiting to be fed?
©LE Purse


Ms Maggie May

Given the current political climate in my home country of the UK, I couldn’t resist getting some politics themed writing in to allow me to vent. I would apologise to any true blue Tories out there who are enamored with our current leadership, but I’m not because I don’t believe she will lead us anywhere other than to poorer outcomes for families living on the breadline and will, if anything, further worsen the aspirations of an entire generation.

The following reflects my true dislike of her political aspirations for our country, and my clear red blooded support of good old Jezza:

Maggie May

Look at her face – 

one of metallic calm until

her mouth begins to move and every minute motion

looks as though

our modern day Maggie May

swallowed the contents of the pickle jar whole

Down in one – 

her face shrivelled,

contorted

as she repeats 

Strong and Stable

Strong and Stable

Strong and Stable

as she asks what can Labour possibly bring to our nation’s table. 

©LE Purse

03.06.2017
Photo borrowed from The Financial Times.  


Gol Gumbaz

Today, we visited the Gol Gumbaz, a mausoleum to Mohammed Adil Shah. It is often referred to as the Taj Mahal of the South and I can see why. The building itself is simple yet magestic, with no gold nor seemingly expensive materials. 

The crowning glory of this place, however, is the whispering gallery 8 stories high. You can sit on one side of the 170-odd sqm dome and hear, word for word the words of the person sitting directly opposite as though they were sitting next to you. I’ve never experienced this before, but it’s something quite special to be a part of if you manage to go early enough to avoid big crowds clapping and whooping. We were lucky enough to experience this with very few others. 

We listened in, without understanding, the conversation of two old friends, clung to every note of a song sung by a man in Hindi, and giggled when a journalism student shouted she wasn’t so keen on a guy called Vinesh. 
Not many people visit Bijapur (Vijayapura) in Northern Karnataka, India but I would whole heartedly suggest you go if you’re anywhere within a few hours away to get up before the crowds and experience the beauty of the Gol Gumbaz. 

Here’s my short inspired by this special place:

 Gol Gumbaz
Ears to the walls

listening for the whispers

Of your love 

through the din echoing

Around, 

over, 

under. 

©LE Purse

March 8th 2017


Indian Inspiration 2017

Finding time to get your mind into a place to write poetry can be difficult. Even when you’re out in the world seeing, tasting and touching new sights; it can take some space to tap into the tree sap of creativity. Hindsight really is best at times. 

So, here’s the result of my freshly tapped creativity:

Being by your side to watch your footsteps fall on the roads you’ve longed to tread,

And to look in awe at the city that once stood along the edge of the skyline

With arms long enough to reach the sun.

© LE Purse

03.03.2017


11.11.16

poppy-fieldArmistice Day Thought:

To all those the world over who are grieving the last 6 month’s political events in the UK and the USA, remember our great grandparents, grandparents, and parents fought for freedom from segregation in race, religion, sex and class over the last 100 years. We will not let this be forgot and we will use their energy for change and reform to continue to move forward and stand up to those who think we are not all equal.

My cousin, my brother, my sister

of every colour, class, sex and religion

stand by my side

and dare them to knock us down

for when they try and when they do

we will stand strong hands holding hands

minds locked together with determination

to keep building our community of people who see people for the people that they are

and not faces coloured by their origins

or chained to their class assumptions

or told the strength of their gender

and guided to the right god

We need people who see people for the people that they are

 

We need people who see people for the people that they are.

© LE Purse

11.11.16

 

 

 


Constructing a People’s Ideology


Choices

I’ve been gone a while – but now I am returned.

Let’s start with one about identity;

hope you enjoy:

 

Choices

the boxes that

we fit in,

are put in,

are locked in

from the moment we choose to open our mouths

hang around our necks, burn into our hides, and nick at our wrists

they can remain intact,

bound up with bands made of elastic

or they can be ripped from corner to corner,

flattened out to be

a bed, a canvas, a bridge

they can be re-used, re-cycled, re-purposed

to be so much more

so much more than a box

that confines, constricts, contains

unless conformity is your game

then please, use the box for what it’s for

and slip in to be whatever the poll says.

 

© LE Purse

June 2016

 


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