Poetry - Lynn White

  Clear Water I’m standing here contemplating the cool clear water. The splash from the pebble lasted only a second and the ripples cleared so quickly. I had thought  your ripples  would last  forever but nothing can last forever and only the clear water will follow me. In my solitude I’ll leave no trace at all. https://inkpantry.com/poetry-drawer-clear-water-chaos-theory-cycle-by-lynn-white/

  Send More Please! Feed us! We need more! It’s not enough! Send us more. More and more to feed the fire more and more and more. More missiles and rockets more tanks and anti-tanks more aircraft and anti-aircraft more ammunition bullets, bombs and guns without end and still more to come. But please no more   of your rejects those old things   kept in store   for a rainy day it’s raining debris and dust here. And we need   state of the art munitions straight off the line to feed our need for more and more. It’s piling up the dust and the debris the rubble of lives in flames fed by weapons and more weapons. The tears of the displaced   are not enough to douse them so they leave, when they can, a low priority as there’s no meat on them   the women, children and elderly. But the meaty men must stay to fight like soldiers to the death to be spat out with screaming shells and vomit pain and fear. But victory will be ours and victory will be mine. I’m still s...

  Love And Friendship If there was a beginning to our love that we can define, then it was friendship and the drift into love took us by surprise, started us, shatter our ideas about ourselves and in the process renewed and brightened us. And as our love progressed in our living of it we never lost our friendship. The cooler, calmer parts of ourselves   remained intact, separate   from our disturbed emotions. And if there is a future for our love that we can hope for, then it must be in that friendship that can piece together the bits of ourselves that we had forgotten about, the parts of our lives   that seemed important but transitory. We shall revive them now and survive Intact. https://www.journalofexpressivewriting.com/post/love-and-friendship

  In The Club Oh, the arrogance embedded there, that sense of entitlement of those who can   those who can and do. Our Lords and Masters pulling our strings while hidden away in that different world, a Rich Man’s Only Club where champagne corks popped as they pulled the strings for each other. Yes, a rich man’s club par excellence and, though druggies were plentiful, Welfare scroungers were absent and only a few black bodies gained admittance to this most in-decent society. So where do we go now after we’ve seen a lord in his knickers and a prince on his knees, where now   from that place where no crimes   were committed, “don’t you know.” Do you know where now? https://dsmag.in/2026/03/27/lynn-whites-three-poems/

  Colonel America Calling The dove sat carefully on Liberty lining her nest with down. A few feathers fell free a few loose feathers fluttering down   to feather   the nests below.   She cooed sweetly but her new chick   said ‘coo-ark’ mimicking her, then ‘quark, then ’yawp’ as it grew stronger, she saw her cuckooed dove hatchling was a mocking bird, calling in New-Speak straining to be understood, straining   for more space,   more gas,   more gold,   more like a colonising colonel,   whose eagle’s eye preys south then north. West and east   will follow next. But he’s balanced precariously, puffing out his dovey chest so more feathers fall, he stamps his feet, his call now sharp, dummy dumped, diaper dirty stinking for change as the vultures gather,   chests bared brooding ready waiting   for him to fall, knowing that while the colonel still   pushes buttons and counts his dough Elvis left the building a long time ag...