Vegas

VEGAS

The Revolution
Divined liberty. From high,
Affirm avowed rights.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

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On guns…in verse.

 

In view of the tragic events in Las Vegas and the continuing unfolding consequences, I am posting this haiku/senru verse from  my second book, ‘Reflections 2‘ (first published in 2013).

Red I

Socialised healthcare?
No- God and Guns. In droves they
vote against what’s right

© Copyright RC Clermont 2013 

From ‘Reflections 2: 55 Haiku Verses

Publ: Amazon

Writer #2 (second stanza – of 2)

Writer #2

Am I the world’s only person
To attain the conclusion
That there’s a differentiation
Between something for which one is drilled
And that in which one is fulfilled;
Between labouring at what one loathes,
And realizing what one loves;
That the former subsidises the latter,
Till the latter becomes the corpus,
And the former superfluous –
Though it’s a crime to be lettered
In these harsher times?

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

 

Writer #2 (stanza #1)

WRITER #2

Wiping a circle in the condensation
To view a drab morning in Autumn
From one’s sombre studio salon,
One revives the aspiration
Of the literary recognition
To relieve oneself of the obligation
To travail as an automaton
In the lower ranks of one’s profession
In the perpetual delusion
That one will earn the distinction
Of other people’s expectations,
That one has achieved one’s vocation.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

Brexit (On England) # 2

BREXIT (On England) #2

In crappy towns of England
The peons are exploding,
For, from their daily reading,
Their empty- brained believing
The baron bigots scare -telling
Of foreigners invading.

‘We’ve got our country back’
They scream. So take a look;
The chain -store high streets,
Burger restaurants,
Fried chicken outlets,
Pubs to stand and shout,
From which to spill out fighting;
The country’s so inviting.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

Promised Land

PROMISED LAND

Computer-scored theme,
Optimistic,
This the corporate
World vision pitch.

Drone-footage sweeps
Of city scapes,
Fields and pastures,
Of azure skies.

Bright-faced families,
Blonde, clean-clothed, white-toothed,
Immaculately groomed,
The dream, marketed.

Whither the poisoned springs,
Ground waters, streams and rivers?
Chemical spillages,
Enviro damages?

The corrupted civil servants,
In-the-pocket politicians?
The workhouse conditions
And child slave-labourers?

The overburdened mothers,
Humiliated fathers?
The jobless degree-holders,
And zero-hours contractors?

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

The view From Parliament Hill (#stanza 9 of 9)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL

Beneath this great lake
Lies once prestige real estate,
And if evoked with joyful coldness,
The once landed had become landless.
At night, those City towers no longer blaze wastefully.
When darkness falls, the only lights to see
Are those of buoys in warning,
Blinking and bobbing,
And channel- marking
Where it’s safe for daytime boating parties
And picture-taking touring barges
For navigating leisurely.

© RC CLERMONT 2017