I would like to introduce you to a new contributor to the Dangerous Globe, Mike Bell, who writes poetry that has little to do with wandering about feeling lonely (like clouds ?) and a lot more to do with real life, all of it, the bad and the good.
We have had a look around his territory and found good things, and you can do likewise here , where you will find posts associated with News, and here, for Daily poems on anything that takes his fancy on the day.
Mike has kindly agreed to help us express ourselves too, which is really a bonus, for it gives us an outlet with a different perspective. We look forward to seeing a lot more from Mike Bell, and hope you like him as much as we do
A public thank you to Mike for agreeing to contribute, and without further ado, this morning’s clear commentary on the Conservative party manifesto 2017
Remaindered on Amazon, an unread tome,
that Tory horror story: ‘The Manifesto’.
Launched in Yorkshire (for Gothic effect),
a fiction, or future? You The Reader elects:
The monster, the creature, a clown called ‘May’,
rises from the drains to suck young lives away.
From the wrong side of the tracks our hero steps –
Jeremy shouts about the clowning threats.
Deaf to his warnings (of hospitals sucked dry,
of schools destroyed, of the old left to die),
the constituency of Hereabouts sees only May’s grin,
but you, The Reader, are not taken in:
They flock to the clown’s carnival show
(“the last clown lady was very good you know”).
But Reader, you too, will be dragged on your back,
as this horror story becomes a fact.
The Tory Manifesto, a cliffhanger for the kids?
Is this the future? Will they have to live with ‘It’.