Poetry - Lynn White

God Save the Sheep God save the sheep baa aah. Where would we be without them. Who would lead if no one followed? Why bother to whip up their storm of frenzy, to feed them on blades of rumours ready to become knowledge, to become fact. Baa aah. Say it again, baa aah. And only white sheep allowed, of course. No black or pink or purple to shatter the consensus. Colours cannot be tolerated, along with druggies and drunks and survivors of abuse. Oh dear me, no, not appropriate here. Baa aah And suppose they stay? Baa aa aah Plant their hooves in our cheap wet fields, sneak inside our friendly flock and contentedly munch a thistle here, a spikey rush there. Baa aah. Drown them out baa aah, baa aah. God save the sheep. https://coldrambler.blogspot.com/2025/03/god-save-sheep-by-lynn-white.html

  No Speaking Out No political speeches were allowed on Auschwitz Memorial Day but even eighty years on screams can still be heard there. Listen carefully if you can and you’ll hear words amongst the cries from Gaza  now. https://dsmag.in/

  Into The Silence Is the Pope a Catholic. It is said so, and a Humanist It would seem so. Or just a human speaking out into the silence speaking of  “cruelty not war”  in Gaza and of “genocide”  there in Gaza, speaking out in a small act of rebellion.   Is Joe Biden a Catholic. It is said so still. The unanswerable question is  why the Pope allows lets him be. Why  he doesn’t have a word in his ear direct, why  he doesn’t use his power to act where he can direct  action to excommunicate  the Catholic arming this cruelty blind to this genocide. Such a small act of rebellion speaking only  out into the silence.

  United Nations It was set up in the aftermath of war to enable co-operation  to warn of catastrophe to enable peace to be kept and genocide to be part only of history. Now it is condemned by its creators, has become a pariah to those same states who wrote its charter and envisaged its role in speaking out  against oppressors speaking out against atrocities. Still it speaks out to its creators who now feed the flames  of genocide unitedly deaf and blind. https://dsmag.in/

  Turtle Time Well my turtle you may be slow but you get there in the end determinedly. And you’ll walk through fire to do it  and survive the flames and anything else that the devil may conjure up you’ll survive it. He won’t ever make soup of you however hard he tries you’ll survive  to open the door and make your home anywhere with no worries. https://dsmag.in/

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    Sparked He looked down at her. Eyes deliberately  downcast. lips not expecting to be met. So it was a surprise when she kissed him. His eyebrows twitched with the charge, There was a spark. The spark. The spark that lay in a devil’s kiss. The spark that would ignite the fire which would consume him. https://feversofthemind.com/2025/03/29/poetry-from-lynn-white-inspired-by-jim-morrison-the-doors/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR0KVeP19MJQvZ64h7xtahP_ehn5Npfm5DjXs_3a_NZZWqgZTOcKLMc9tgU_aem_jWgRGPvyEI6kPAKPdabzcg

  Meeting You spoke to me.  A smile on your lips and a sadness  behind your eyes  to match my own. I could see it, recognise it. I knew it well. “Hello you”, I said. “Hello me?” A gesture, a question in your voice, laughter caught  in the back of your throat and eyes that smiled. Momentarily. At least momentarily understanding. https://feversofthemind.com/2025/03/29/poetry-from-lynn-white-inspired-by-jim-morrison-the-doors/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR0KVeP19MJQvZ64h7xtahP_ehn5Npfm5DjXs_3a_NZZWqgZTOcKLMc9tgU_aem_jWgRGPvyEI6kPAKPdabzcg

  The Musters For War Mustering their courage, mustering their faith, collecting together ready to charge, ready to fight, ready to kill, ready to die ordered in order they’re ready to go. These vassals  and workers obeying the king obeying their lord, obeying their masters obeying them all. So strangers kill strangers, friends die the same. It’s when they pass muster that death makes the call to muster the ordered at his command. And when they pass muster, that’s when they’ll charge and that’s when they die over and over over and out in order when ordered  again and again  and again and again again and again and again. https://feversofthemind.com/2025/03/29/poetry-from-lynn-white-inspired-by-jim-morrison-the-doors/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR0KVeP19MJQvZ64h7xtahP_ehn5Npfm5DjXs_3a_NZZWqgZTOcKLMc9tgU_aem_jWgRGPvyEI6kPAKPdabzcg

  Riding The Storm We rode the waves elegantly undulating  up and down gentle waves soft fingered at first in the gentle light of soft sunshine. Then the clouds came gathering  softly at first but blotting out the light, then the wind rose no longer soft no longer gentle now we crashed and dived violently heaving hardly visible  as the storm gathered pace it’s white fingered waves clawing their way towards us gobbing their spume over us up and down sucking us in heaving us up letting us fall driving us towards the light and the rocks lying there waiting. https://feversofthemind.com/2025/03/29/poetry-from-lynn-white-inspired-by-jim-morrison-the-doors/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR0KVeP19MJQvZ64h7xtahP_ehn5Npfm5DjXs_3a_NZZWqgZTOcKLMc9tgU_aem_jWgRGPvyEI6kPAKPdabzcg